Christine turned her head slightly as she stormed away from the opera box to confirm Raoul had not followed her out. The nerve of that man…no that boy! Thinking he can just re-enter my life and boss me around like a child! She found herself taking the stairs to the next level up. She leaned up against the wall and peaked over just enough to see Raoul heading down.
"Has that insolent boy taken leave?" Sure enough her Angel's voice whispered from the Box of the Blind. His bony fingers stuck out through the door and beckoned her.
Christine adjusted her black mask and pushed her banana curls behind her shoulders. She held her breath as she closed the distance between them. His fingers wrapped around her hand and pulled her into the box. The door closed and locked behind her. There was only a single candle in the box but when she looked down at the sitting figure she gasped and pushed herself against the door. What she saw of his skeleton mask frightened her.
"Forgive me, my dear," He held her hand tighter. "I am no Angel of Music tonight. I'd remove the mask but I did bring another with me."
She calmed her breathing, "It is a beautiful costume."
"No yours is a beautiful costume, Christine. Black Domino. I should be the White Domino on your arm but I am cursed to be Death. Why do you bother with that boy? He is no good, he distracts you. He cannot love you like I do." Erik raised his free hand to her cheek and caressed it before running it down her neck.
Despite his outward confidence, she could still feel the slight tremors in his touch. Erik was almost always cold but his touch, just like his voice, was intoxicating. His fingers graced over the black satin of her dress' bust and Christine's breath hitched in her throat. There was no command but as if reading his mind, Mlle Daae slowly sat herself down on The Opera Ghost's lap. Their faces were only inches apart and Erik felt his heart pounding in his chest and sweat build on his forehead.
Christine was hyper aware of her breathing, her cleavage rising and falling rapidly, "Erik, my Angel of Music, you scare and intoxicate me all at once. I need your music in my life."
"Then you need me, Christine, not him. There is no music without me." He held her head in his hands.
She lifted her hands to remove her mask.
"No!" Erik snapped. "We're at a masquerade. Here wearing a mask we're equals."
The Soprano felt a flush on her cheeks but smiled coyly as she leaned in and kissed The Phantom's thin lips. His arms trembled as he pulled her into an embrace.
"I am not worthy of you," he whispered between kisses he placed on her neck and cleavage. He moved his fingers so they cupped her breasts. "You are the angel to give such a monster such beauty."
With a rustle of skirts, Mlle Daae resituated herself so straddled Erik's lap as she leaned in to kiss him again. Despite their masks she felt his tears drop onto her chest. She opened her mouth, making their kiss more passionate, deeper. She felt both their bodies awakening the way they did to music, but she also felt heat coming off of Erik's body. Their physical passion always brought him heat. She fumbled with the buttons on his fussy jacket and then his coattail and shirt. She placed her hands on his chest and felt his pounding heart through his ribs.
"Only for you Christine," He wrapped his hands around he wrists. He pushed his groin up into her so she felt his full erection. "Only for you do I come so alive."
Christine rested her forehead on his shoulder as he let go of her wrists and snaked one of his arms up her skirts. She quickly ignored the annoyance of her mask digging into her skin as Erik's lanky fingers found the slit in her bloomers. The Ghost's fingers had made quick study of what made his angel sing and in such risqué place he wanted to make sure no time was lost. The calloused tip of his index finger ran between her folds, collecting her juices before pushing into the plump bud at the top of her sex and rubbing circles.
"Oh! Oh!" The Soprano exclaimed. She lifted her hands to hold onto Erik's arms, gathering the puffy fabric of his sleeves in her hands as he continued to increase her pleasure. She whimpered into his neck as the tingle in between her legs intensified and she felt her muscles start constrict as she approached the edge of paroxysm.
Erik's finger stopped and he pulled away. Christine lifted her head and her eyes met his. The yellow glowed brighter than she had ever seen. He lifted his other hand and ran his fingers down her cheek, neck and over her bust.
"May I?" He asked.
Christine dug her fingers deeper into his sleeves. Raoul's words suddenly entered her mind: "Why did you give such hopes to an honest man who believed you were an honest woman…"
Was that all he was concerned with? The emotions right here in this opera box were more honest than anything he had ever said to her.
"Yes, you may."
He kissed her lightly, "Thank you, Christine."
Under the layers of fabric, Christine felt his shaking hands unbutton his pants and remove his erect organ. She pulled herself closer to him, and spread her legs wider. They were intimate a couple times in their fortnight together but never in this position.
"Why do you shake, Erik?"
"You are so beautiful and give me such a personal gift. I am not worthy."
"You are because I want this too."
He smiled wide and she felt his touch stabilize as he gently guided the warm tip of his manhood up into her. Christine sighed in pleasure as she slowly lowered herself down taking the rest of him inside her. However, the gentleness ended there. Christine wanting to get close to her paroxysm again moved up and down on Erik's member swiftly. He returned her enthusiasm by pushing back up at the same rhythm.
"Oh Christine…Christine…" He moaned into her hair. He wrapped one arm around her waist. The other remained under her skirts and once again found her plump bud and traced circles into it.
Christine closed her eyes and tilted her head back and moaned. She dug her fingers deeper into his slender arms, "More, more, more…"
Erik pumped harder from below and pushed his finger harder into that little mound. It felt like he was playing a delicate instrument bringing it to a beautiful crescendo. He felt himself getting close to his release. No, no, no. She must die first. He slowed his movement letting Christine take control except when it came to teasing her pleasure mound.
The Soprano leaned into his face now. "Erik, Oh Erik…" She whimpered. Christine felt her sex constrict around his member followed by a rush of throbs as she achieved her little death. Ripples rushed up her spine as she ceased moving and moaned.
The constriction and throbs of Christine's sex against his erection sent Erik over the edge. He groaned and spilled his seed. He sank back into the seat, his chest rising and falling with heavy breath. He gathered Christine into his arms and as he did she lifted up and his now flaccid penis slipped out. He rubbed his boney fingers up and down her back as she rested her head on his angular shoulder.
For a brief moment in the darkness of the box and in their bliss the rest of the world melted away.
"Thank you Christine, thank you…" he whispered in her ear.
She lifted her head, "I must go, Angel. They will wonder where I am."
"They or him?"
She took his face into her hands, her fingers curling under the edges of his skull mask, "How dare you, after what we just shared!"
He lifted one of her hands and brought it to his lips and kissed it, "Forgive me. I just do not want to give you up now."
"Come and take me away tonight, Erik. We can make music and I can stay the night."
Erik smiled and as he held her hand he looked at the ring on his pinky. An idea ran through his mind. I shall give her this ring. Make her mine officially in claiming her as my fiancée. "I shall and I shall have a surprise for you tonight."
Christine stood up but grabbed the wall of the box, finding her knees still weak. She adjusted her skirts.
"Do you need a handkerchief?"
Mlle Daae turned to The Phantom, "Do you have one? That would be nice."
He pulled one out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. She turned away from him, bent down, lifted her skirts and wiped up between her thighs. When she turned back around Erik had readjusted and pants, shirt and jacket were buttoned up. He stood up and took the handkerchief from Christine's small hand and stuffed it back into his pocket. He then adjusted her mask so it was in line with her face.
"Go. They can't see us together."
Christine unlocked the door and smiled at her Angel of Music as she shut the door. The Phantom blew out the candle and stood in the dark of the Box of the Blind. Yes, tonight would be a wonderful extension of this. And she will be mine. He might have been dressed as The Red Death, but tonight together they would die time and time again.