It hadn't worked. It had been more than a handful of weeks since that night and it hadn't worked. Raoul wasn't pleased, in fact, he seemed almost irritated that it hadn't worked. That was fine though, she was rather distraught herself. But perhaps it took more than one try to get the desired results sometimes. She'd managed to convince Raoul of this and he was more than willing to let her go back to him tonight. In fact it almost felt like he was pushing her to go to him. As if he couldn't wait to be rid of her but she blamed that feeling on the state of their marriage and her general insecurity.
She told herself a million times that she was only doing this for the sake of having a family, for the sake of raising a child with her husband. But it never felt like that was the truth. There was a small part of her that knew the truth, a traitorous part of her. A part of her that she tried and failed to silence on more than one occasion even when she wasn't near him. She longed for him but the all made their decisions and there was no going back. She was a married woman and she did care for her husband, even if it wasn't as she should. She'd feel incredibly guilty if she were to break his heart. When it really came down to it, she even felt guilty for using Erik like this. But at least they could both pretend, if only for a bit.
By the time that Christine reached the lake, she jumped not quite expecting to see Erik standing in the boat already. Clearly, he was planning on going somewhere before she showed up. This was something that she found rather surprising. They gazed at each other for a couple of moments and her chest ached to see that his eyes seemed a little duller than usual. She opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't have the chance.
"I'm assuming you're back because it didn't work. Well, come on. I suppose this will be happening until it does work." Erik drawled listlessly, offering her his hand. She was tempted to deny him but she didn't. She nodded and took the hand, allowing him to pull her into the boat with him. He turned the boat around with practiced ease and once they reached the other side, he climbed out. He held his hand out once more and she took it, yelping softly when she was pulled against his chest.
Erik let his hands roam and she melted into his chest, humming her appreciation. She was sure that the boldness came from him detaching himself from her and the situation, but she wouldn't deny that it had her feeling some kind of way. She copied him, letting her little hands slide down his chest towards the button on his pants. He pressed himself towards her without a word, letting his hands slide around to the back of her dress.
Christine couldn't help herself at this point, she had already kissed him once so doing so again wouldn't make this any more wrong than it already was. She propped herself up on her toes and connected her lips to his bloated pair. There was a gasp from Erik, but he didn't push her away as she'd feared he would. He simply ran a hand up the length of her back and tangled his hand in her hair, forcing her to remain in place as he returned the kiss with an intensity that stunned her. He panted lightly as he pulled away, gazing at her with an unreadable emotion in those dark eyes.
She didn't have time to question him or even ask if he was alright before he returned to the task of getting her undressed. She opted to undress him at the same time so that they'd both be doing something rather than just her standing there like some sort of doll. He didn't stop her, in fact he occasionally paused in his attempts to assist her when need be.
Soon enough, they were both naked and he had carried her to the bed. He hovered over her, kissing his way down her body. She let herself enjoy what he was doing to her, ignoring the urge to lace her fingers through his hair. Instead, she grasped the bed sheets in anticipation. He worked his way downwards and spread her thighs further, caressing the inside of her thigh gently.
Nothing could've prepared her for the feeling of his tongue coming into contact with her womanhood. It was different but it felt surprisingly good. She squeaked as his tongue rubbed over her entrance. She thought she'd be prepared for anything after that but she was wrong. He licked at that one spot and the pleasure that came from it was almost overwhelming. This wasn't going to get her pregnant and Raoul had never done this to her, but at the moment she didn't care about either thing. All she knew was that she wanted more of it.
Christine raised her hips only to end up whining softly when he pulled away. He gazed at her as he licked his lips clean, shifting to settle between her legs once more. "Don't worry. You're going to get what you came here for." the words were purred and she nearly missed the hint of bitterness in his voice. She didn't have much time to dwell on it as he was lining himself up and pushing into her. He gave her a moment, then began thrusting. His strokes were deep and slow- it would've seemed almost intimate if not for the situation.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him, burying her face in his neck. Since she'd already broken the rules that she tried to uphold the first time, it wasn't like it would hurt anything to lose herself in this. It was a while longer before his thrusts began to lose their rhythm and he reached down to rub that one little spot that he'd been licking earlier. It didn't take much before she was arching against him and muffling a cry into his neck. The feeling of her clenching around him had him giving a strained groan as he thrusted a few more times before stiffening and filling her up.
He didn't pull out right away, remaining inside her until he started to soften. Christine didn't complain, she was content to hold on to him while they both recovered. When he did finally pull out, he was slow and careful about it. He stole one more kiss from her and rolled over, laying beside her. Christine made no move to get up and get dressed, letting herself relax for awhile longer.
The pleasant haze faded when Erik eventually got up with a grunt and began pulling his clothing back on. He didn't even look at her as he began walking away. He paused long enough to speak but he didn't bother looking at her. "You should get back to your husband, mademoiselle. I have things to do." the words were cold and detached once more. She opened her mouth but had no words to say. He was gone within seconds and she stood, heading over to the pool of fine material that made up her dress.
That was fair. It wasn't as if she'd been very gentle with him, either.