A/N: Please to not beat me, or throw blunt, heavy objects at me, and such. I apologize a million times for the delay. Once again, I thank you all for the reviews. You're the best. I love you. Here we go. Hope you like.

Her heart skipped a beat then, and she ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, Erik." This kiss was slow and sweet. The knot in his tie gave her a bit of a struggle, but eventually she got it loose. It flew out of her fingers after she'd pulled it off. His neck was warm against her lips. His pulse was strong. As she undid the first few buttons on his shirt, her lips followed. When she finished with the buttons, she pushed the white shirt over his shoulders.

"One moment, mon amour." Erik stood, removing his warmth from her. He lit a few tall, thick candles, giving some light to the room. Christine scooted back against the pillows, anxious for his return. Some faded scars marred his back and right side. His back was an impressive sight. Wide shoulders, his arms and back were thick with muscle. When he turned back on her, her mouth went dry. His chest outdid his back. No scars touched this area. The perfect amount of hair dusted his upper body. A neat little 'happy trail' completed it.

"Wow." She exhaled on a whoosh of breath. His beautiful eyes burned with desire. For her. She welcomed him with open arms when he returned to the bed. With another heated kiss, he climbed back over her. Long fingers feathered against her thigh, and pushed the hem of her dress up. Her hands slid over the wide expanse of his back. The kiss was broken when he pulled the dress up over her head.

When he got a look at the beautiful porcelain skin of her body, he couldn't get rid of her under things fast enough. At once, his hands were all over her.

"You are easily the most beautiful creature on earth." His lips took a journey down her neck, over her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. When he took a nipple between his lips, a low moan of his name escaped her lips. She felt his calloused fingers creeping up her inner thigh. Her breathing was far from steady. Pleasure exploded through her when his finger slid inside her. Soon after, her body reacted, pressing wantonly against his hand. His caresses brought her quickly to her first orgasm.

The arousal straining against his trousers, begged to be free, but he smoothed her hair back, and planted soft kisses against her throat. Once she composed herself, she started exploring his chest with her hands. One finger followed the hairline that disappeared into the waist of his trousers. His breath quickened. He sat back on the heels of his feet while she slowly, torturously so, unbuttoned. The unzipping seemed to take hours. When finally he was free of the constraining pants, he still had the problem of the boxers underneath to worry about. Groaning, he rolled to the side wanting no more barriers between them, and rid himself of his remaining clothes. Christine jumped slightly when she felt him hard against her leg.

"Beautiful Christine." With a small maneuver his hips pressed against hers.

"Erik," she gasped. "I've never…" she trailed off. Oh, but he had. Some women had been morbidly fascinated with the mask, that is, until it came off. It was hard to stay aroused when you were being pushed away by a girl with pure disgust on her face. He wanted her badly, more so than he'd ever wanted anything before, but he only wanted her happy. Raising himself up, he looked into her eyes. She wanted him too, he could see it.

"Would you like me to stop?" He might be able to manage.

He was so tense, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him join with her. She was frightened at some of the stories she'd heard, but Erik wouldn't hurt her, that she knew. She shook her head.

"No, I don't want you to stop." Music to his ears. Relief passed over his face as he nudged her thighs apart. The instrument poking against her seemed unbelievably large and she couldn't imagine how it could possibly fit…in…there. Just as he started opening her, she stopped him.

"Wait." His shoulders sagged. She pried the mask from his face, and he tensed, waiting to be pushed away. Christine pressed a kiss to his ruined cheek. "Much better." His mouth dropped slightly and he let out a shaky breath. He intertwined their fingers, pressed his forehead to hers, and slid home.

Her fingers tightened around his, and he pressed his lips to hers. Pain soon turned to pleasure as she stretched around him. He filled her, made her whole. His breath was warm as he murmured words of love into her ear. Their souls connected, her pleasure fed his, visa versa, and soon she felt herself contracting again, around him. A guttural sound escaped him as he growled, "You're mine." Unable to speak, she merely nodded in agreement. "You belong to me."

"Yes," she moaned out. "Yes, Erik." With a final groan, he buried himself inside her, and poured his life, his love, and his seed inside her.