The walk upstairs was slow, each revelling in the closeness of the other, the heat and passion that sparked between them akin to nothing else in this world. Christine watched with rapt admiration, as she was lead by the strong but soft grip of her husband. She watched him struggle slightly with his breathing whilst remaining a perfect mask of calm – it never seized to amaze her how he could mask his emotions to the outside world but remain as if he were a pane of glass under her gaze. Erik suddenly turned his head and locked eyes with her, the look in them made her knees buckle – a mixture of wanton lust and feral need; the need to be utterly and totally consumed by the flames that burnt between them.
A growl started deep in the back of his throat and suddenly Christine was pinned to the nearest wall, her hands held high above her head. Erik chuckled deeply as Christine let out a surprised squeal. In his eyes she saw forever – all the hurt and the sadness but also an overwhelming sense of love as his amber eyes showed everything and nothing – alive, bright and overflowing with emotions that even he couldn't hide. Oh how she loved him – how her heartbeat answered his, how her soul sung to his, making them whole in each other's embrace.
Erik kissed her softly, just a brushing of lips but enough to make both of them long for more. Biting back a moan Erik bent his head again, teasing – a lesson in self-control for the both of them. Tracing her bottom lip with his tongue he took it into his mouth, biting down slightly to elicit a moan from his wife. A smirk crossed his face briefly before he released her hands and ran his hands fleetingly down the full length of her body before cupping her cheek and looking into her eyes. Her brown eyes were slightly dulled, the longing evident in them.
Her breathing was slightly laboured as she tried to catch up with her body that was delightful betraying her with every soft caress of his dexterous fingers. The musician taking delight in bringing the music out her body like no other had or ever would again. He kissed her, deeply now as his own self control wavered slightly – his own body seeking out to fulfil the need that rose sharply in him.
"Christine…." He said in a whisper that betrayed the feelings inside.
She didn't give an answer; she couldn't give an answer. Instead she snaked her hands around to the back of his head and pulled his head to hers, kissing him passionately. His senses reeled as she took his tongue with hers and massaged it, eliciting a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan. She ran her fingers softly through his hair, stopping only to deftly undo the ribbon that held the white leather to his face. Breaking the kiss she removed the mask completely, holding it in her hands as carefully as an infant.
She saw him cringe slightly, a reflex borne of long years of ridicule and scorn, even now he could not suppress. She felt him take a deep breath and only then did he look down to meet her eyes. His amber eyes glowed with passion, mixed with fear and sadness but he could not disguise the love that was etched deep with them, deep within his soul.
"All or not at all…" Christine whispered and Erik nodded in acceptance.
She kissed him again, her free hand caressing the marred side of his face. To her he was beautiful, ever since she first saw him there was never going to be another, no matter how hard she had tried to run away from it – from him; he was the best part of her.
He broke the kiss and ran his tongue down the crook between her neck and her shoulder, stopping there for a few moments to inhale her scent – roses, and something naturally Christine. Letting out a contented sigh he made his way downwards, reaching behind her back and unbuttoning her dress until it pooled slightly around her shoulders but did not fall off, the heavy corset underneath keeping it in some sort of order.
Again he buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, which earned him an impatient groan from the woman beneath him;
"Patience is a virtue," he said with mock sarcasm.
Christine playfully swiped at his shoulder, which turned into a moan as Erik's tongue moved downwards covering the new space left in the wake of her dress. He covered every new inch thoroughly, methodically, the sounds coming from Christine's very soul spurring him onwards.
Christine arched her back slightly and pulled his head towards her with firmness, she needed him now – her blood running like liquid fire in her veins, his slow ministrations driving her half out of her mind as she gritted her teeth to try and quell the rising desire within her.
"Please…" she whimpered as he reached inside her dress and cupped her left breast, teasing the nipple with his fingers.
"Patience…" his reply came thickly as he continued teasing.
She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him closer, his hardness brushing against her thigh, causing him to buck forward involuntarily and hiss through clenched teeth.
"Patience eh?" she raised an eyebrow as she saw his self-control waiver slightly.
With a growl Erik had swept Christine up into his arms and guided her slowly to the room down the bottom of the hall – their room. With a grin he kicked open the door and nearly dropped Christine unceremoniously onto the floor as the sight inside took his breath away for the second time that night. The carvings had carried through into the bedroom and in the middle an ornate 4-poster bed, its cream draping almost luminous in the darkness.
A mock-annoyed groan from Christine brought him back to his senses with a thud, the heavy ache of his own desire welling up within him once more. He placed a fevered kiss onto Christine's lips and carried her towards the bed, the black silk sheets in deep contrast to the cool white of the drapes.
"I love you" Erik drawled quietly as he ran his hand slowly down Christine's cheek, making Christine bend to his touch – seeking it out as if her very life depended on it. So this is what it felt like to be loved; this is what it felt like to know some kind of peace; this is living.
A moan was her only response as she grabbed the back of his head and pull him to her, Erik quickly having to extend his arms to distribute his weight as she all but pulled him on top of her. She ran her hands underneath his shirt and pulled it over his head as she bent forward to run her tongue over his stomach. She gently eased them both up to a sitting position – as amazed by her own boldness as Erik was.
She ran her tongue across his chest and up to the crook of his neck. She stayed there for a moment, imitating Erik's earlier actions and taking in his scent. Kissing his lips she teased his bottom lip carefully, again imitating his actions. She carefully snaked her hand downwards, stroking him through his trousers, slowly and methodically. A loud groan escaped from his lips as it became almost unbearable.
"Open you eyes" she said thickly, her need too almost unbearable, her self control dissolving rapidly. He did, as he was bid and what she saw in them made her breath catch in her throat, made her heart skip a beat. In his eyes she saw his pleading, he wanted her, although he would never say it out loud - pride wouldn't let him. In his eyes she what words could not describe, pure and simple… "Please…"
She nodded slowly and Erik regained control deftly, growling softly as he placed her onto her back again and kissed her deeply on the lips. He pulled the rest of her dress down and made light work of her corset – his thin, musician's fingers working through the laces at almost breakneck speed. He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. Pulling them down he kicked them behind him where they landed on the end of the bed with a thud. Taking Christine's dress and corset they joined his shirt and trousers on the far side of the bed.
He ran his hands expertly down her body, playing it almost as deftly as one would play the violin. Starting off slowly but reaching the crescendo that brought the very angels to their knees. Kissing her on the lips again, she reached down to where their bodies met and ran her fingers down the length of him, making him hiss and buck towards her again.
"Stop…" he broke the kiss, his voice strained, his breathing heavy, his heart hammering so fast that he was sure that she could feel it as it echoed hers.
He couldn't stand it anymore – his whole body screamed for release, his blood like liquid fire through his veins. The joining of minds: the joining of bodies: the joining of souls.
He thrust into her slowly but firmly making them both gasp at the final contact. He stood still, his mind calm, finally at one with the woman who was the best part of him, the only part that had ever made sense – the only thing pure in his otherwise unholy existence. He had done some things, been steeped in sin so far that he was sure he couldn't never be redeemed. But Christine made him reborn again, she who could make the God's weep at her beauty, of her body, of her soul.
It was all too much, this was all too much, it made him want to weep as she writhed underneath him, drinking as much passion out of his body as he was out of hers. His whole body stiffened as he cried out his release into the darkness before she herself did, his name never so holy as it sounded on her lips. He felt sleep tighten its hold on him as she pulled him close to her, his head resting on her chest as he took in the sound of her heartbeat – strong but steady; the music of the night indeed. He lay there for hours after she had succumbed to sleep, listening to the rise and fall of her chest. He felt his child moving about underneath him, and a smile settled onto his face as he mused again on what it would like to be a father. Tomorrow he was one day closer to finding out…
