This is a short chapter but I think it is a turning point for both of the main characters. Hope you like it, r&r x
Christine was excited. She was both excited and nervous. She had come to the conclusion that whatever Erik hid under the mask, it wasn't pretty; but she could deal with that. In a way she kinda liked Erik, and she was certainly attracted to him, but she often wondered what married life with him would be like. He had openly admitted he wanted children, in front of her and all his house workers, and if she was being totally honest, she wouldn't mind having kids with Erik, and even if they had whatever Erik had underneath the mask, it would be her baby, and she would love it no matter what.
She slipped on her night gown and padded out into the stuffy air of his holiday home. She found him in the library, drinking and reading.
"Erik," she called gently. "Are you ready?"
In truth, Erik was nervous. Extremely nervous. He couldn't understand why he was nervous, it wasn't as if he hadn't took it off before. Then he understood. It was because he was showing Christine, and her approval or her refusal could make or break him. He would be lying if he said that he didn't care about her.
"Christine," he spoke hoarsely. "Please, don't make me do this." She went and sat next to him in the large chair. "Erik, we have to get over this obstacle. I must admit, at first I hated you, but coming here has proved there is a different side to you, and I do care about you, Erik."
Erik took in a shaky breath. Those were the words he wanted to hear. Slowly he peeled away the mask, closing his eyes, too afraid to see Christine's reaction. He was shocked when Christine pressed a gentle kiss to his disfigured cheek.
He was hideous. She couldn't deny it. And yet, a sense of peace washed over her as she looked at Erik Desslar, the big, confident billionaire laying out his flaws for her to see. His face was disfigured from his hairline to his upper lip, a mixture of red, angry skin and slight holes, where his skin had refused to grow. She gently placed a kiss on his mottled cheek, hoping he would know she was not disgusted, and by the look in Erik's eyes as they shot open, she felt triumphant. She grabbed his chin, bringing his lips to hers, and kissing him as passionately and deep as she could manage.
He groaned, as her tongue traced unsure patterns in his mouth, he could not believe she actually wanted the monster. Sure, he had expected her to cry and run away in fear, locking herself away for the rest of the stay here, but everything would of continued, they would have still been married but she would hate him for his looks; however, he had certainly not expected this. He pulled away from her innocent mouth, and watched her gaze at him, brow furrowed, deep in concentration. She cupped his face with a tentative palm, smiling when his eyes rolled back into his head and he rubbed his disfigurement against her hand.
"Mine." He whispered, almost inaudibly. Christine strained to hear it, but when she did she found herself becoming aroused, his possessiveness was something he would win a competition for, and she knew she had sealed her fate with her rich, disfigured Erik; and her shocking revelation was that she didn't mind being stuck with Erik until death do thee part.