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Ok allyou horndogs...teehee...this chapter is rated R! I tried to do this tastefully, but you've been warned...it's R! If you don't want to read this, you don't have to. You won't miss out on too much of the plot.
-Nico
The words she had wanted to hear…needed to hear…were finally spoken.
She locked eyes with the man before her, the fire casting shadows over the sloping muscles on his still naked chest.
It caused a stirring in the depths of Christine's stomach; a strange feeling she was completely unfamiliar with.
Having finally declared his love, Erik reached for the woman before him once more, taking in the sight of her.
He frowned as he realized she was still donning the bloodstained chemise.
Erik took her hand and began to lead her from the library.
"Erik, where are we…" Christine began to ask; disappointed that the moment they had been sharing needed to be interrupted.
Erik placed a finger to his lips.
Together, in tense, anticipatory silence, they walked the halls of the huge mansion. Erik's fingers pulsed around Christine's hand, a steady, beating motion that managed to cause Christine's blood pressure to rise.
She was an innocent, but she knew what transpired between a man and a woman. She had spent enough time with the ballet rats to hear (and see) enough to adequately inform her.
Yet she had never heard that the simple act of holding a man's hand could radiate such feelings.
They came to another impressive doorway. For a moment, Erik hesitated.
Christine sensed it and moved close to him, kissing him thoroughly, sucking his bottom lip a bit more intensely than was in her character, pulling his bottom lip between her own as she pulled away.
Erik flung open the doors.
Christine moved inside, bringing her hands to her mouth.
It was a bedroom, an amazing, silken bedroom.
Black and red silks, seemingly Erik's staples, hung from the high ceilings, the poster bed and covered the windows that were most assuredly stained glass.
Christine's eyes went to the large bed that was demanding her attention.
It was a pool of black silk.
She had never seen anything so inviting.
As she took in her surroundings, Erik lit a fire in yet another fireplace. She watched his muscles flex as he worked, throwing large logs into the mouth of the fire. Soon he was glistening from the heat of the licking flames.
Christine walked over to him, embracing him from behind.
Erik straightened.
She ran her lips across his back, savoring the salty taste of him. Erik's head fell back at the incredible sensations she was invoking within him.
Christine's fingertips dusted over Erik's shoulders, biceps and forearms as she continued her ministrations.
When he thought he could bear it no longer, he turned, pulling her roughly against his body.
Christine gasped involuntarily as she felt the hardness of him; evidence of his desire.
He dipped his head, capturing her lips with his own. His tongue was demanding, yet gentle.
Erik lifted her suddenly, cradling her in his arms, never breaking the passionate kisses they shared.
He carried her to the edge of the bed and broke the kiss.
He gazed down at the woman in his arms. She was smiling, her lips rouged and her eyes half-lidded.
Erik slowly laid her upon the silken sheets of his bed. She eased onto her back, trusting him…loving him.
His hands were shaking as he placed them on her calves, which were covered with a thin stocking.
He eased them up her shapely legs, brining the stained undergarment up with him.
All the while, he kept his eyes locked on hers.
Soon, the stained clothing was over Christine's head.
She lay before him nearly naked, save her stockings and the silky white material hiding her most intimate of places from him.
Christine had self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest. Erik grasped her wrists and gently brought her arms to her sides.
The sight of her perfectly shaped breasts nearly paralyzed him.
For a moment he just stared, having never seen a woman so intimately before.
Slowly, his hand levitated, moving to the soft skin of her neck, and then grazing down to where dusky peaks awaited attention.
Christine's breath caught as electric sensations shot through her.
She almost stopped breathing completely as Erik lowered his head to taste the delicate tips.
Still, her hands managed to bury themselves within the thickness of his dark hair, holding him to her.
When she thought she could handle no more, she pulled away, boldly easing Erik down onto the bed.
He allowed the action, his eyes wide as they followed her every movement.
As if possessed, Christine settled over top of Erik, her legs straddling his. She leaned down to run a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping briefly to playfully lick both of his darkened nipples.
Erik grasped her hips at the sensation.
As she moved lower, she became curious.
He was hard beneath the cloth of his pants. She could feel it against her body.
She looked up at him. His head was thrown back onto the pillows. She smiled.
Erik was, for the first time, under Christine's complete control.
Although the effects of the brandy had subsided, Christine still felt the bravery it had introduced into her system.
Which is why she began to work the buttons on his black trousers.
Not truly believing herself, Christine pulled the trousers from his body, suppressing a smile as she suddenly became very aware that Erik donned no undergarments.
He still wasn't looking at her; perhaps he was embarrassed, perhaps too stunned by what was happening.
Christine had never seen a man…the essence of what makes a man…up close before.
Curiosity got the best of her.
She wrapped long fingers around the thick hardness that was Erik.
When he moaned, she smiled wider.
Christine began to move her hand slowly, reveling in the arch of his back, the panting of his breath.
After a few moments, Erik grasped her suddenly and flipped her onto her back more quickly than she could process.
She laughed.
The sound melted the last of the ice that had formed around Erik's heart when she left him.
He was gazing down at her.
And smiling.
His thumbs found the waist of her remaining undergarment.
"Do you trust me, Christine," he breathed. Christine nodded.
He eased down the silk.
"Do you love me," he asked, his voice strained.
"More than anything," she whispered.
"Say you need me with you…here beside you," Erik said, positioning himself above her.
She answered by moving her legs wider to accommodate him.
"Say you love me," he demanded.
"You know I do," Christine replied.
As he eased into the warmth that was Christine, watching intently as a flash of pain crossed her face and then disappeared into a smile, he could not prevent the tears that began to fall from his eyes.
He moved within her, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she arched her back to meet him.
Soon they were writhing, screaming, venting the pent up rage, lust, anger and pain. Christine wrapped her legs around Erik, brining him even further into her.
He sucked at her neck, biting at the pulse he found there.
Then, suddenly, Christine exploded, screaming his name, digging her nails into his back.
The sensation caused Erik to follow, meeting her frenzied pitch and bursting into a thousand stars.
They remained still for a few moments, catching their breath.
Then, still inside her, Erik lifted his head, gazing down at the woman beneath her. He pushed aside a wayward curl and then lowered his lips to her mouth.
They kissed, sealing the moment, sealing their love…
knowing that they had passed the point of no return.