"Mine"

Chapter 4: Seduction (Part 2)

A/N: Dontcha just love smutty, fluffy phan phics? I know I do. ;)

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Erik heard the woman in his arms sigh softly; he could never grow tired of the sound of her contented sighs escaping her lips. It was like music to him: lush, heavenly music that filled his soul and made his heart soar.

Oh, how he loved her. How he wanted her…needed her. She could never grasp just how much he yearned for her. He wanted her so badly…all of her…mind, body, soul, and voice. His eyes slipped closed at last, just reveling in the sensation of Christine…his Christine…held tightly in his arms. And, he continued to sing...softly at first...but his voice grew louder with each note, finally reaching the crescendo that signaled the end of his song. How he hoped it was not the end of their embrace.

He shuddered in delight as she began to sing the song he had used to seduce her to come to his lair.

His pulse raced, and a low growl escaped his lips as she finished the first verse. Her voice was angelic…pure…and he delighted in the fact that it was directed towards him.

Pulling her even closer, he belted out silkily, "Sing once again with me! Our strange duet…my power over you grows stronger yet…and though you turn from me, to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is here, inside your mind."

His breath was ragged as he concluded his verse, his every nerve tingling with taut sensation. The hand formerly engaged with stroking Christine's hair made it's way down…down…slowly, softly over her delicate neck… her deliciously creamy shoulders…daring to lightly skim over her breasts…ending its journey next to his other hand and hers, resting tightly on her belly.

He bent his head to her neck once more, deeply inhaling her intoxicating scent…waiting with fire in his veins for her voice to break the heated silence.

…He was not disappointed.

His mind and body were flooded, overridden with enticing sensation as her voice caressed his very being, her tender notes soaring throughout his lifted soul.

Never before had she abandoned herself so freely to him. Never before had she responded with a passion to rival his own. He was shaking with longing, with desire.

It ruled him completely…passionately. He was tasting of the sublime…

and it was addictive.

And yet, he wanted more. So much, much more. And as he felt her cheek against his, her soft, unmarred cheek, he yearned to be closer to her.

He wanted to be close…so close that he couldn't tell where his form started and hers began.

Erik was nearly panting with emotion as she finished her song, the notes echoing hauntingly, teasing him.

The only sounds in the room were his heaving breaths and her contented sighs until, finally, his voice fraught with yearning wrapped its way silkily around her. "Christine…" he purred into her ear, "I do not know how much more of this I can stand…"

He slid his hands from her stomach down slowly to her hips in a sensual caress, then turned her around gently to face him and his ever - burning eyes.

Unbridled, naked lust danced in his eyes, mixed with adoration and love. Taking her hands in his once more, his voice choked with desire, he said, "We've past the point of no return…will you let the dream descend, Christine?"

And he stood, hands twined with his beloved's: his eyes and soul burning.

Erik sucked in a tight breath and exhaled raggedly as he saw her hands move towards him slowly, caressing their way up his chest to his cheek…it seemed so surreal to him, so incredibly, wonderfully delicious that it wasn't really happening. But when he heard those glorious words slide from her lips, he knew he wasn't dreaming.

"Yes…yes, I will, Erik." She said with confidence.

She had said yes. She wanted to be his. He would not disappoint her.

Drawing in a deep, uneven breath, he closed his eyes, indulging in the feeling of her soft fingertips cradling his cheek. Slowly, he brought his hand up to where hers rested on his face and covered it gently. His thumb stroked the back of her hand as he opened his eyes, hooded with arousal.

He thought the blush staining her cheeks was beautiful as he reached his other hand out to trace her jaw line, his fingertips spreading fire over her.

His eyes locked onto hers, capturing them…owning them. She was his.

She had given him her mind, voice, and soul…only one other aspect remained.

Only one other aspect had he to claim for her to be his completely…his Christine.

Driven by his intense desire, he slowly retracted his hand from her face as the other hand that covered hers followed suit. He clasped both of her hands in his, holding them between them, and taking a deep breath, started slowly walking forward, urging her to tread backwards.

His silky voice soared through the room once more as he sang, "Past the point of no return! The final threshold…the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn! We've passed the point of no return."

As the last note enveloped them, Christine's back thudded lightly against the wall. She uttered a small squeak of surprise, her eyes raising to his questioningly. The smirk he offered was feral, ravenous.

He unclasped their twined hands gently, raising his to stroke her cheek softly in a sign of reassurance.

His voice a velvet caress, he whispered, "No going back now, Christine…" as he gently gripped one of her wrists in each hand, and slowly placed them over her head to rest on either side of her on the wall. His legs mirrored hers closely, the heat between them like molten lava.

Though it was a gentler, more sensual gesture than they had shared previously when he was the embodiment of rage, Erik still exuded power from his every pore.

Running his fingertips slowly down each suspended arm, coaxing shivers from Christine, he purred, "You…belong…to…me…." His words were no more than a whisper, almost indiscernible, but she heard them. They caressed her soul, and her whole body tingled with anticipation.

Erik's fingertips continued their journey down her arms, playing teasingly across her shoulders, to her collarbone…her neck…ending their divinely tortuous path at her jaw line…where they caressed her on each side of her porcelain face.

"Mine…" he whispered gruffly, and bent his dark head to hers, claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

She did not object, and he felt her submit to him.

Bliss. Pure…bliss….ran through Erik's soul as he indulged in the velvet sweetness that was Christine's lips.

He sighed into her mouth as her hands massaged his neck…no one had ever touched him like this, and it felt divine.

And then…oh and then, she was responding so eagerly to his kiss. When she moaned, he shivered excitedly, slowly running his hands down to cup her pert breasts through her dress, suckling on her lower lip.

As she moaned again, he deepened the kiss, tentatively sliding his tongue into her mouth, giving his own moan of pleasure at the sensation.

Her hands tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck, scratching lightly there as he caressed his way down her front, bringing his hands to rest on her hips. He pressed flush against her then, closer still, making sure she felt what she did to him.

She gave a surprised gasp into his mouth at the hardness nudging her belly, blush painting her cheeks once more.

He ended the kiss with one last press to her lips and moved his hands up off of her hips.

Gently removing her hands from their position round his neck, he clasped them lightly, backed up a few steps from her, and lavished yet another kiss upon each palm.

Looking her in the eyes once more, he said, "I…am but a man, Christine…" and then guided one of her delicate hands to rest on the prominent bulge straining through his dress pants.

"Here…" he growled, "Here is where I want you…" He guided her other hand to rest upon his jacket, above his pounding heart.

"Here…" he choked out…"Is where I will always have you."

And so the fun begins… ;)

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