Author's Note

This is "The Wedding Night." I have two versions posted. This is the cleaner of the two. The other is at Adult Fan Fiction. By no means will this chapter differ in any way other than added detail at the adult site. So, should you choose not to view it there, you will not lose any content pertaining to the story.

This chapter is M Rated. You've been warned. -grins-

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 30

The festivities following the nuptials were intimate. Everyone gathered in the Les Anges dans les Nuages salon, which was decorated in a sea of white and red roses. The staff had prepared a light tray of hors d'oeuvres, champagne, and a beautiful tiered cake, finished with edible red rose petals. At the top was an angel with a man knelt before her.

Everyone danced the night away, enjoying in the newlywed's happiness. It was obvious to them all that Erik and Christine were truly meant for each other.

The entire night's events had been so magical.

As the hour grew late, Erik and Christine saw their guests out, as the hour grew late. The couple thanked them for their unwavering support and for being witnesses to their sacred union.

"Please come and dine with us tomorrow evening. There are a few things I wish to discuss with you all," Erik requested, leaning into the door of the open carriage.

They all smiled and assured Erik that they would attend.

Christine blew kisses at her dear friends as the carriage made its way down toward the iron gates.

As the carriage disappeared beyond them, Erik looked at his radiant bride and swept her off her feet in one graceful move.

Catching her breath, she leaned against the comfort of his shoulder. "You spoil me, my husband," she blushed.

Erik's face lit up at the sound of her calling him her husband. "I shall spoil you always, my wife. He kissed her nose and carried her through the front door.

He cradled his blushing bride as he made his way up the spiral staircase of the East Wing and through the master suite, placing her upon the safety of the bed. "Do you wish to change, mon ange? You will find everything you need in here." Erik pointed to a separate changing room, stocked with the latest fashions for the both of them.

"Oui, mon amour. That would be wonderful." Christine was in awe of the endless fashion choices she had to choose from. "It will take me a lifetime to even try all of these," she thought.

"I will go downstairs to make sure Nicolas has everything prepared for the morning while you change." Erik kissed the top of her head and left her to change.

After Erik finished discussing the itinerary for the morning with Nicolas, he made his way quickly to the East Wing. Climbing the stairs in anticipation, he hummed to himself, trying to keep his nervous energy occupied.

Reaching the double-doors of the master suite, he threw them open and called out, "Christine, at last I…" Erik paused as he viewed the sight before him. His mouth opened slowly in complete amazement. Candelabras lit the room intimately, which flickered across the various colored rose petals scattered about the room--and in the middle of the midnight blue satin sheets lay a vision in white lace. "Christine? How did you…"

Interrupting him, she said, "Do not think you are the only one capable of surprises, Erik." She smiled mischievously.

The look Christine gave Erik made him cross the room in a flash.

"Wait," she said to him as he made to settle upon the bed next to her.

"What's wrong?" Erik questioned.

She got up and took his hand in hers. Bringing him in front of the mirror, she pushed it aside and walked in. "Come with me," she beckoned, holding her hand out to him.

Erik took her hand and wondered what she was up to. He was not accustomed to this role reversal, she now being the one in control of the situation.

As they ascended the tower staircase and came to the open window, there were two glasses of champagne on the windowsill and in the middle lay a white rose with a red ribbon attached. Once again, she had caught him completely by surprise. He gently held the rose, smelling its intoxicating bouquet, then noticed something within the ribbon… a simple gold band.

"It was my father's ring that was given to him by my mother. I wish for you to have it, Erik."

Freeing the ring from its binding, Christine took the ring, placing it upon Erik's finger. "I shall love no other," she spoke softly as she gazed into the deep green of his soulful eyes.

She placed one of the glasses in Erik's hand, then lifted her own and offered a toast. "To my father in heaven, in God's kingdom above, grant us forever peace and love. Thank you for giving me my Angel of Music."

"And thank you for sending Christine to me." Erik added.

They raised their glasses to the starry night and entwined their arms, consuming the sweet liquid.

Erik took the glass from her and placed both on the windowsill. Pulling Christine close and wrapping his arms around her waist, Erik looked into her eyes. "I love you, Christine."

"And I love you, Erik," she responded.

He brought his mouth down to hers and as their tongues met, he could taste the sweetness of the champagne. He began to suckle slightly on her tongue, and she did the same. As their excitement began to increase, he ran his hands all over her back, pulling at her nightgown. She loosened his shirt from his trousers and slid her hands up his chest. Erik growled with pleasure as he nipped her bottom lip gently, and in haste he ripped the back of her gown. Her eyes widened as she felt the cool air meet her exposed back. He tugged at the gown, revealing her shoulders. He glanced at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes and covered her shoulder with his mouth. His lips and tongue were warm on her cool skin as he made his way up along her neck, nuzzling it. She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved higher, lightly grazing her jawbone with his teeth and then meeting her mouth with his again, this time with more fervor. She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands onto her breasts, lightly caressing them.

"I have wanted you for so long," Erik spoke in a guttural whisper.

"God, Erik, do not deny me any longer," Christine breathed as she became caught up in his body.

Erik lifted her into his arms and began to descend back to the comforts of their room. Christine gripped onto him, kissing his neck fervently. With every step, Erik felt it would be an eternity reaching their destination.

Christine pulled his shirt off of his shoulder, exposing his flesh to her mouth. She took to it hurriedly, her tongue and teeth pressing into him. She wanted to taste every inch of him.

Erik could barely restrain himself. "Christine, I… cannot…." He lowered her to her feet quickly and hungrily kissed her on the mouth as he steadied himself against the wall.

She ripped his shirt open, exposing his chest to her hungry mouth. She tasted his salty skin, which was heaven to her. She moved lower and covered his stomach with kisses, holding tightly to the waistband of his trousers.

His breathing became heavy as she lingered dangerously before his lower abdomen. He pulled her up and turned with her, pressing her against the cool stone wall. She gasped as it made contact with her bare skin. He kissed her intensely, pinning her completely against the wall with his pent up desire. Their tongues danced feverishly as he grasped her left leg, lifting it to rest at his side. He was on edge as he pushed against her through their layers of clothing. She whimpered as he steadied himself firmly against her. He reached for her other leg and she wrapped both securely around his waist. Securing his hold on her, he willed himself to make it to their room. Thankfully, they were not far from it.

They came through the mirror, making their way to the bed. Erik pulled Christine down with him as they fell upon the silken covers. She sat on top of him, running her palms against his sculpted chest. She moved down his stomach, fingering each ripple of toned flesh as they passed beneath her sensuous touch. He grabbed her by the arms and brought her down on him. Her breasts pressed against him as he rolled over aggressively, pinning her underneath him.

They gazed into each other's eyes, watching the shadows dance across their faces. The mood was set and there was no turning back. Only the sweetest of seductions lay before them now.

Christine reached for his mask and Erik did not flinch. She carefully peeled it away from his face, freeing him entirely to her. "I wish for you to love me completely," she whispered.

He smiled down at her and his eyes glistened with complete love for the woman before him, his wife. He slid her gown from her body, slowly exposing her inch by inch until he slipped it off from her feet and tossed it aside.

There she lay before him, bare and free for him to love her as she should be loved. His hungry gaze swept over her as he lowered his mouth to claim her breasts. She writhed with pleasure beneath him. He slid one hand down her side to her hip, grasping it firmly, his fingers burning into her skin. All too soon, his mouth left her breasts as he ran his tongue down her stomach and hip and down one of her silky thighs, stopping to kiss her knee. His hands caressed the tops of her feet and then his mouth kissed them.

"Erik," she breathed.

He began to move his hands and mouth upward along the inside of her thighs.

His slow worship of her body was driving her to the edge of insanity. She nervously parted her legs as he hovered above her. She wasn't sure what to expect. With nervous anticipation she braced herself for the unknown. She felt his breath on her and then a warmth like she had never known. She moaned with pleasure at the sensations that his tongue created within her. Just when she thought she would lose her mind, he withdrew.

Erik looked up at her as she gripped the sheets between her hands. "Tell me what it is you want, Christine," he commanded.

"I need you, Erik," Christine begged.

"How, Christine? Tell me!" Erik demanded.

"I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make love to me," she implored.

Erik moved up to rest against her frame, crushing his mouth frantically over hers as he buried his tongue deep into her mouth. He pushed his trousers down freeing his aching flesh from its confines. Her fingernails dug into his back as his heated flesh made contact against her moistened skin.

"You are mine, Christine. No one else shall ever have you." Erik growled into her ear, seducing her to his will.

"Take me, Erik… please..." she begged deliriously.

"Tell me how much you want me, Christine," he growled again, losing his sanity at the sensation of his hardened flesh dangerously close against her.

"I want you inside me, to fill me completely. Make love to me, Erik, I am yours." She trembled underneath him, with desperate urgency.

Erik looked into her wild eyes and she met his fixed gaze. "Look at me, Christine. Keep your eyes on me and do not look away."

As she took comfort in his eyes he moved his hips, positioning himself against her innocence. "Christine…" he breathed cautiously, "I will be as careful as I can. Do you trust me, mon amour?"

Christine kept her focus on him. "Oui, as long as you hold me, Erik."

Erik cupped her face lovingly and said, "I want you to guide me… and look into my eyes… breathe deeply and hold onto me."

Christine nodded in compliance.

As Erik searched for himself within the serenity of her eyes, he slid his length into her.

They both took in a simultaneous breath as they finally coupled as one.

She held onto his back tightly as she felt this new sensation of slight pain, pleasure and fullness at once. He looked into her eyes as she took deep breaths trying to calm her body from him.

"Please hold me, Erik, for just a moment," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

Erik covered Christine tenderly with his body and held her, kissing her neck softly. He had dreamt of this moment many times before and now it was no longer just a dream. His fantasy had finally become reality. He tried to fight against his instinctive urge to push, but his resilience was fading as he listened to her breathe against him. He whispered passionately into her ear, "I love you so much." Viewing her face, he saw that her eyes were closed tightly. "Look at me, Christine." He tempted her with his soothing voice.

She opened her eyes and focused on him again.

They succumbed to each other's spellbinding gaze, as their lips met again. He moved slowly within her and she bit his lip at the sensation. He pulled back slightly, whispering, "Let it happen, mon ange. It's alright."

Hesitantly, Christine nodded.

He kissed her again, wanting to calm her from her uncertainty.

As they moved together, Erik didn't know how much longer he would last. As he picked up the pace he felt her relax, meeting with his rhythm. He gazed down at her, and her eyes were closed… her mouth was parted in complete surrender. Erik took pleasure in the emotions he saw displayed on her face. He was close as she quickened her breathing.

"Oh Erik, I feel…there's something… I don't know…" Christine gasped as she looked at him pleadingly, biting her lip.

"This," Erik said lustfully, stilling himself within her, "is the point of no return."

Christine looked at him with extreme yearning, licking her lips and panting as he continued to play his climactic composition within her soul. His senses heightened and took him over the edge as he became lost within their music. She moaned loudly in ecstasy as the tension within her gave way to a tide of pleasure. Erik felt her contract, making him growl possessively, calling out her name, "Christine!" He drove into her, filling her with his seed.

He kissed her blindly, finally feeling complete and she took pleasure in his kiss, feeling fully sated.

They lay together in heavenly bliss, kissing each other sweetly, and then falling asleep in each other's arms, utterly spent.