For you...

CHAPTER 26

The entire ride up to the 62nd floor was excruciating. Erik played and replayed in his head all the things he wanted to do with Christine. He found himself surprised at the dark, torrid images that were carving themselves into the recesses of his mind. When had he become a raging, almost feral beast whose driving need was sex...and lots of it?

Squirming wasn't really helpful toward warding off the heavy, throbbing need in his groin and his efforts were only causing the other occupants of the elevator to throw fleeting looks his way. He chanced a peek at Christine, who looked for all the world like a saint. Her hands were folded demurely in front of her and her eyes remained pinned to an unspecific spot on the door in front of her. Erik was certain that if she knew the depths to which his mind had sunk, she'd forbid him to even look at her.

Good thing she had no idea.

Not that her thoughts were any less torrid. Christine couldn't even be certain that she wasn't somehow projecting mental images of her erotic thoughts into the minds of the other elevator occupants. The saucy looks she kept giving Erik could only be interpreted one way; and by the looks on a couple of faces, they were aware of what she had in mind.

Some kind of magical, electrified energy pulsed through her; an energy that could only be contributed to the man standing mere inches from her. He sang to her; not literally, not verbally; but with his body and mind. Is this what it was like to have a soul mate? It had to be; no other explanation seemed to make sense.

With a big smile and a knowing wink, the last person got off the elevator on the 61st floor, and Christine and Erik were finally alone. Holding onto their sanity for a few moments more, they waited for the final "bing" that signaled the 62nd floor and their penthouse suite. Erik had reserved the best for them, knowing the floor was isolated and boasted the best view of the city and all it's urban beauty.

The elevator door opened to reveal the "living room" of their suite, which resembled an exquisite, expensive penthouse apartment and not a hotel room. The room carried an aromatic scent of mixed flowers that sprung up in various areas all over the rooms. The large window that overlooked the city had the blinds open and the curtains pulled so that Erik and Christine were greeted by the city lights; a lovely view that added to the romantic pull of their surroundings.

"I need you." Christine heard Erik mutter.

Unable to refrain, Erik quickly lifted Christine into his arms and growled approvingly when her legs wrapped securely around his waist. His lips found the hallow of her neck and his tongue coasted sensually over the soft skin that trembled beneath his touch. His deft fingers made quick work of the zipper that secured her dress and pinning her against the wall with the strength of his pelvis, Erik removed the dress quickly and efficiently over her head. It landed gently on the floor, forgotten in for the moment.

His hot, moist tongue paved a trail to her ear, winding around it and bringing forth a moan of sheer delight from Christine. She couldn't remember ever being so swollen and throbbing for a man in her life. Her body was weeping for him to complete the act he had begun...but Erik seemed in no hurry to join their bodies, for he was busy doing wickedly wonderful things with his hands and mouth. However, he was way too over-dressed for the occasion and Christine unbuttoned his shirt quickly and pushed it off his shoulders, while he still had her pinned against the wall. She didn't remember removing his jacket, but it was mysteriously missing.

He was glorious!! All hard plains and sharp angles. His body was magnificently toned; sinewy muscles covering all the right places and dark hairs dusting the surface of his chest. Her hands gently toyed with his masculine nipples; beaded and poised just for her touch. He unfastened his lips from her neck and ground his massive erection into her throbbing core; moaning in ecstasy as her hands worked magic on his skin.

He easily removed the barrier of her bra, thrusting it from him as though it was an evil object. His dark, bottom-of-ocean eyes drank in her bare breasts only moments before he lifted her even more and suckled one hard, thrusting nipple with his eager mouth while working the other with his fingers. He was ravenous and Christine was his banquet table – spread before him with delights he'd never experienced before.

Christine was on fire. Every inch of skin he touched was tingling. He had literally lifted her off the floor and held her against the wall; unable to part himself from her long enough to make his way to the bed. He was strong and virile; the toned muscles of his arms engorging as he propped her against the wall and drank of her breasts; nothing had ever been so raw and yet so sensual.

Without a word, he carried her to the bed, still fully clothed from the waist down, and gently placed her on the edge. She leaned back on her elbows and gave him a long, approving sweep with her eyes. His hair was gloriously mused, dark and indulgent against his the tanned expanse of his broad shoulders. He was everything she had dreamed he would be and more.

"The pants, Lover...remove them." She said, a sultry, feminine growl to her voice.

So this was how she wanted to play this scene out....him being the submissive....he could so do that.

"As you wish, mistress." He murmured, his gaze never leaving her.

With nimble, strong fingers, Erik worked the belt out of the loops and slowly lowered the zipper; revealing a pair of black, silk boxer shorts. With hesitancy she did not understand, Erik lowered the pants to his ankles, then stepped out of them. Fear jumped in the deep, mossy green of his eyes; and the reason suddenly became painfully obvious to her.

A gnarled scar marred the flesh of his thigh, winding down from his inner thigh towards his knee and then tapering upward again. Christine pushed the tears away that lingered at the edge of her lashes, threatening to spill over. Erik did not want her pity...although that was not what she was feeling at that moment. Righteous indignation and downright fury at the people who had done this to him...and a desperate need to make them pay in some way, despite the years that had passed.

She slid off the bed onto the floor, crawling on her hands and knees the short distance to where he stood. He didn't move, but she could see him tense as she approached. Petite, warm hands caressed the flesh of his leg, finally coming to pause on the puckered mess that was his thigh. Her fingers traced the heaviest mark, and then her lips were trailing the same path as her fingers had...and Erik felt his knees give out.

"How can you bear to touch me...I'm hideous?" He whispered, shock filling each syllable.

"You're beautiful Erik...every inch of you and I will know every inch of you intimately before this night is over."

His engorged cock was thrumming with life as she continued to minister to his thigh. Finally, she reached for the waist of the shorts and, kneeling in front of him, lowered them. His hands found the heavy drop of her hair and wound their way into it, lost in the softness. He moaned loudly as his erection was exposed to her, proudly jutting upright, moisture pooling at the head.

Part of him wanted to hide his arousal from her, fearing she would shun his interest and shut him down again...locked away inside his own mind. But the moment her hand wrapped around his girth, Erik thought no more of hiding...he could barely think of anything but the pleasure she was giving him.

"On the bed...I want you under me." Christine ordered, loving that he didn't seem to mind her control at the moment.

Erik, mindless to all but her voice, did as she told him; leaning back and propping his head against the pillows to watch whatever it she was going to do. His mind was racing; the dark demons that had owned him for so long still whispered doubts in his mind. He knew he was damaged; scarred inside and out by the life he had lived; a life littered with violence and bad decisions. But when she pulled his gaze toward her with invisible strings, all Erik could see banked in her eyes was love boldly staring his demons in the face.

Gracious! He looked like a Greek god lying there awaiting his pleasure. His magnificent staff throbbed with life, practically beckoning her with a voice of its own. His arms were folded behind his head, the position emphasizing the taut, toned muscles that rippled over them and the tapered, scarred beauty of his chest and waist. Briefly, she wondered about the cause of such marks, but the cruelty of Erik's past was almost too much for her to handle most of the time, so she let it rest, choosing to focus on other things.

His manhood was as impressive as the rest of him; uncut, long, and pleasantly wide, it thrust upward, ready to give her whatever she asked of it. His eyes were at half-mast, watching her lick her way up his thigh and once again caress the scars that she new caused him great mental anguish; if for no other reason than that they existed.

Finally, she circled his hardness once again, this time with both hands. He jerked beneath her, the shock of her touch once against staggering him. His deep, lustful moans fired her own arousal, and she answered him with a guttural, carnal purr of her own. Nothing had ever felt so divine; nothing had ever wracked his body with such awareness; but her small, adept hands made him feel like more of a man than he'd ever felt.

"Do you like?"

All Erik could manage for a response was a single nod of his head...his voice having left him at some point. Christine granted him a wicked smile and moved closer to him, her hair whispering soft tendrils over his thighs. His hips began a slow pumping motion, working her hands over him more thoroughly. He must have died and somehow found himself in heaven...that was the only explanation for the pleasure that was spreading through him.

Entranced by the vision of her pleasuring him, Erik watched with a heated gaze. When her eyes lifted to his and a sly, lascivious smile curled her lips, Erik's wondered only for a moment what she was thinking...and then her lips slid over his length. His eyes shot wide open and his body jerked – forcing him further into her greedy mouth.

"Christine!!"

He growled her name, the force of his desire riding that sound as she hungrily took every inch of him that she could handle. He was literally trembling from the force he was exerting; the force that kept him from reaching his climax before he'd even tasted her. At the rate she was going, he'd be spent in no time.

He ground out another growl and wrenched himself out from beneath her. Reaching down, Erik pulled her under him in one, swift move; claiming her mouth in a hard, wild kiss that left little doubt as to where his thoughts were. His tongue swept over hers, owning every moan he pulled from her; demanding and controlling.

"Were you trying to kill me?" He asked her before sweeping down and roughly pulling a beaded nipple into his mouth, forcing a ragged moan from her.

His hand manipulated her other breast, rolling and pinching the peak between his finger and thumb; drawing another raw groan from her. Judging by her response, she was enjoying the roughness of his touch and the slightly feral way he was handling her, she was writhing beneath him...and he took that as a good sign.

Erik kissed his way down her softly rounded tummy, teasing the belly button with his tongue, before turning her onto her stomach. His eyes found the tattoo nestled against the small of her back and he put his tongue to the lines, tracing it with a gentleness he didn't know he possessed. He'd fantasized about that tattoo many times over the last few hours, not understanding his own desires; all he knew was that he had to touch it.

Nuzzling her bottom with his cheek, he wound his tongue around the delicate artwork, enjoying the way Christine purred beneath his ministrations. She felt so good, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. A misty sheen covered her skin, the result of her excitement, and she smelled of musky arousal, hot summer nights, and rare jewels. Somewhere between the wedding and this very moment, the beautiful woman he'd married had become the sexually masterful woman all men dreamed about. She was a siren in his arms. A wanton vixen with only one thing on her mind.

His surrender.

His surrender to her complete power over him. His surrender to the needs of his desire. His surrender to what that moment held for him, and for them both. A surrender he gladly gave. No questions asked.

His hands molded and massaged the sloped mounds of her bottom, squeezing them while he continued to enjoy the tattoo. After he'd taken a few minutes and traced it several times, he allowed her to slowly turn over onto her back. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, resting her legs over his shoulders for his viewing pleasure.

Her body's reaction to him amazed him; that he could make her body weep for his touch and cause her to beg for his mouth to take her...it captured him like nothing ever had. Not wanting to be rough with her anymore, Erik opened her to his starving eyes. He knew the basics of a woman's body...new the small, inflamed bud standing at attention held a powerhouse of pleasure for her; but he wasn't through with the teasing, not yet.

Anticipating his touch, Christine's breath was caught in her throat, awaiting his command to once again grant her air. When his long, tapered fingers opened her like the petals of a rose, Christine pulled the sheets into her fisted hands and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. His touch was both tender and torturous; divine and deadly, bringing her to the edge in a matter of minutes.

Acting on a predatory instinct he hadn't known he possessed, Erik delved into her ruddy softness, entering her with two fingers, enjoying and memorizing the feel and scent of her. Christine supported herself on one elbow, watching him pleasure her with his fingers, but wanting and needing so much more.

As if reading her mind, and unable to resist any longer, Erik put his mouth to her. His hot, searing tongue swept the taste of her into his blood, marking her. Branding her. How he had survived all these years and never had a woman was beyond him...she was a drug to him now, something he could never be without.

Laving and lapping at her, Erik finally pulled the rigid nub into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue in quick, tactical strokes. Working in unison, his fingers penetrated while his mouth and tongue bathed her. Beneath him, Christine undulated, pulsing against him in an erotic dance that had his blood boiling and his body ridiculously hard. Her moans were growing louder and longer, her body arching against the efforts of his mouth and hands.

She wrapped her fingers into his dark, inky hair and held him, pressing him against her even more as she cried out in her first climax of the night. Erik rode out that orgasm, fluttering over her and taking all that she gave him, eager to bury himself deep within her plush, pliant body.

As the spasms calmed, Christine's serenely satisfied eyes found his and she smiled, a dreamy flush coloring her cheeks as she did so. She watched eagerly as Erik worked his way back up her body, trailing kisses and licking his way up to her mouth, claiming it as tenderly as he had coaxed her into orgasm only moments before.

His rigid cock was perched at her opening, as if awaiting a royal invitation to enter, and with one quick thrust, he did just that. Stretching her to accommodate him and finding himself buried to the hilt, Erik paused only long enough to savor the warm haven she created around him; his place of healing, before grinding into her mercilessly; stabbing her fiercely...wonderfully.

I'm home.

That was the thought that tickled Erik's mind when he nestled himself between her legs and claimed her body for the first time. Knowing he wouldn't be able to last as long as a man with experience, Erik tried to control the driving force that urged him to race toward the ultimate completion...he was determined to take her with him when he came.

Tight. Gloriously tight. Perfect.

Erik whispered in his mind...holding onto the restraint he'd practiced for years. He settled there, her legs tightly circling his waist, and gave himself a moment before plunging into her with strong, gliding thrusts. Unable to hold back and longer, Erik pulled out and lunged into her again, forcing whimpered moans from her as he did so.

Feeling a hot tightening in his groin, Erik knew he would shoot any moment. Pulling her legs in front of him and then laying them over his shoulders, Erik sank even deeper into her, releasing a groan of pure pleasure at the feel of it. He would have been able to hold out for another minute or two, but Christine pulsed around him, her orgasm grabbing him, engulfing him, and bringing his with it.

Spent, satisfied, and totally sated; Erik and Christine came down from their simultaneous peaks and stayed entwined, their bodies still thrumming from the aftershocks. It had been an earth moving experience for both of them.

"I love you." Christine whispered, just a hint of tears sparking in her eyes.

Erik kissed her forehead before pulling her over to rest atop him, her body molding perfectly against his. He couldn't help but notice her full breasts jostling in front him as she rubbed against him provocatively. He felt the passion building again, although he knew it would be a little while before his body would comply; but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little playing.

"I love you, too..." Erik replied, grinning up at her as his eyes lit up with a fire from within, "...and I'll prove it to you again and again before his night is over."

And he did just that.

TBC