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"Erik!" Christine squeaked, burning crimson with embarrassment. Se wrapped the towel round her more securely. "Erik." She tried again. He had gotten off the bed and was now stalking towards her, like a lion stalks its prey. She shuddered. She was surprised that his eyes didn't magically combust and fall to the floor on fire, with the heat of his gaze. Within a second he was in front of her, pinning her to the wall and fisting his hands in her hair. She didn't have time to acknowledge what was happening before his mouth crushed against hers passionately. Taken by surprise, she forgot all about her lack of clothing and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back just as desperately. Hearing a bang against the wall next to her, she looked down to see Erik's hands pinning the towel in place against the wall, shielding her body. His lips ran down her throat before they came to rest just above where the towel began. Pulling down the towel slightly, her breasts were bared to him. He stopped just for a second to gaze with so much intensity, she began to blush. He followed the redness down her neck before frantically lowering his lips to her erect nipples, sucking and occasionally nipping. Christine whimpered as her eyes rolled back.
"Erik," she panted. "We h-have to...to s-stop." She contradicted herself by moaning when his tongue swirled around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body, sending heat to her aching core.
"Tell me Christine," he hissed against her breast. "Has anyone ever touched you like this?" His mouth moved from her breast and travelled into the valley between the two perfect mounds.
"N-no," she arched her back, trying to make up for the loss of contact. "Your the f-first." He stopped and looked her in her desire-hooded eyes, and could see that she was not lying. He felt guilty then for making her feel all kinds of different emotions at once, so he pulled the towel back up and kissed her gently on her lips. "Good. I am glad I will be your first. Now get changed, and meet me at the poolside."
"Ok." Christine stammered, her voice still recovering from the pleasure she had received. Now she felt better, and not crazy. She slipped on a dainty bikini with flowers on the sides underneath a yellow sundress before wandering out down the long corridor of the desolated apartment.
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Erik dived straight into the pool, desperately trying to cool his body down. His mind kept flashing images of her in the shower though, and he was back to square one.
Erik was a man who always got what he wanted. Whether it was because he was deformed and people took pity on him, or whether it was because people actually believed her deserved it; he got it either way. So, having Christine here and not being able to have her, was proving to be a challenge for Erik. He angrily pushed himself under the water, staying under until his lungs burned, his muscles ached and he thought he would pass out. Once he had resurfaced, he checked his mask was still in place, and noticed Christine lying on a nearby sun-bed, basking in the suns hot rays. She looked like an angel lying there, her fair skin glowing in the sunlight, in a very pretty bikini that complimented her body. Shut up, head! Erik reprimanded.
Christine peered through her sunglasses, feeling a sense of coverage as she studied Erik as he swam in the water, knowing he wasn't able to see her eyes through her glasses. He was muscular, ripples of muscles moved as he did strokes of different kinds. He climbed out of the water, his body dripping wet and Christine swore she melted. He sat on the sun-bed next to her and lay in the sun.
"Doesn't it get hot?" She asked.
"Hmm?" He questioned lazily, basking in the sunlight.
"I mean, underneath your mask. Doesn't it get really hot?" He looked at her before laughing humorously, "If you wish for me to take it off, then by all means, I will. However, I worry for your health, my dear. I don't want to have to deal with you having a heart attack on my peaceful weekend away."
"Look," she broke in. "It's not like its never going to come off, I'll see it at some point, so why not now? I mean, if its a deformity I can deal with that. Looks aren't everything you know. I can deal with it! And maybe, if you show me, it'll bring us closer."
"Or send you to the other side of the world." He grumbled under his breath. "Fine. Not now though, later. But Christine?" She gazed at him, pulling the sumglasses upon her head, and his breath caught in his throat. "If you don't like what you see, you're still mine, and always will be." She didn't know what to say to that, so she simply smiled slightly before turning her head back towards the sun, and relaxing in the expensive sun chair.
