A/N: My dear readers, as some of you have requested, this chapter contains sexual material, though not too explicit. If this type of material offends you, please skip over this chap and tune in for the next installment. That being said, on with the chap.

Chapter Fourteen

Oh, Christine.

The sensations you are bringing forth in me!

Small tears of joy and triumph are streaming down your cheeks as I carry you to your bedroom. Already you have begun to unbutton my shirt, slipping your hands inside of it to caress my bare chest.

I release a low moan as I throw the door open and nearly run over to the bed, setting you down upon it. You pull me down, and I settle over you, once you have parted your thighs to accommodate me.

Our clothing cannot come off fast enough; shirt, dress, corset, stockings, chemise, trousers, and drawers fly to the ground, until only one barrier remains: the mask. You remove that, too, and carelessly allow it to drop to the ground.

I bury my face in your neck, pressing kisses to it, then to your soft breasts, as you throw your arms around my neck and release sobs of pleasure.

If I have ever been a monster, I would be now, for my lust, my passion, is burning so hot that it is almost like that of an animal. It is understood that there is to be no thought of propriety now, rules be damned to the very depths of hell.

I press a deep kiss to your lips, and penetrate the temple which is your body. You cry out in pleasure bordering pain as my length fills you, stretching your inner walls, and your hips begin to buckle wildly against my own.

"Say it!" I cry.

"What?" you ask, bewildered and impatient.

"Tell me the deepest, darkest secret of your soul!" My control is slipping.

"I love you, Erik!" you moan, rolling your hips against mine. "I do, I do! I have for some time now! I love you so, that it frightens me!"

We move together, crying out with each thrust, sometimes the others name, other times incoherent moans which indicate our pleasure in the fullest sense of the word.

I pull you atop me, and you release a delighted moan as your body accepts me even further more. Your hips roll against mine, and one more thrust brings us to our simultaneous release.

"Christine!"

"Erik!"

But you do not stop. You lean down, pressing frantic kisses to my bare chest, your hips still rocking wildly against mine, until suddenly you roll off to the side, pulling me atop you once more.

"Love me, Erik!" you moan, splaying your legs as far apart as possible as my hips grind against yours.

We do not stop until early afternoon, and we hold each other in an astounded silence.