And now, without further ado, Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Erik lie on his bed, a book in hands. Anything to keep his mind from thoughts of Christine. He wore shirtsleeves, trousers, and a robe, his mask still on his face. Christine silently rowed the gondola to the shore; stumbling a little when she exited it. Perhaps she had had more to drink than she thought. She tripped again, steadying herself by grasping the wall. "Shit," she cursed, her voice barely above a whisper, but she knew that Erik would hear her.
This was not how she had planned things. In her mind, she had pictured herself seducing him... Christine laughed out loud in spite of herself at the thought. Since when have you been seductive; you're only but a girl. She covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. This is definitely not going as planned...
Erik heard sounds from an unknown source outside of the bedroom. There were a selective few who knew where his home lie and still lived to remember it; that left few options for who would be invading it now. He rose from the bed, leaving the book face down on it, and walked through the threshold to find Christine staggering around blindly at the foot of the stairs.
"Christine, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I've come to finish what you started up on the roof tonight..." she said. Although her actions were being affected by the consumption of alcohol, her mind was still clear. And she knew what she wanted. She looked up at him, and cursed the desire that filled her body from head to toe once again.
"You have been drinking," he stated, hiding his slight amusement at her condition. "I have no use for childish, intoxicated women who do not know what they want."
"I am not a child, I am not drunk, and I know what I fucking want! Do you know how long I've waited? Do you, Erik? You think me some common snob of a trophy wife that just wants a little fun while her husband is away... You think me one of them... You still see me as an innocent... I am not a damn little girl anymore, Erik! I was raped of my innocence quite some time ago." Anger that Christine had been holding back for so long surfaced, and she spit her words out as if they were poison.
He stared at her. Certainly, she had grown up much since he had tutored her. But that changed little. She was still married to the vicomte: she was his wife... She was his. She did not want him.
He turned from her. "Leave me."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic!" Christine hissed; she would not let him take this away from her...
Not after she had come so close. She made her way up the stairs, standing in front of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, leaning up, kissing him hard on the mouth with all the pent up passion inside of her.
His resistance was destroyed with her kiss. He'dnever imagined that she could initiate a kiss with
such desire, such passion, such longing. The embrace lasted a long while; he pulled apart from her and gazed into her eyes, silently questioning her.
She nodded slightly, looking up at him. "I know what I want," she said breathlessly, her hands still gripping his shoulders; she felt if she let go, he would simply disappear, just as he always had in her dreams. Lust was overtaking Erik; he did not enjoy the sensation, not given the current circumstances. He looked away from her, his conflicting thoughts overtaking his mind.
"Please... Don't make me wait any longer..." she whispered, then added even more quietly, "I need you..."
He turned his head back to look at her, her last words lingering in his thoughts, making him forget all doubt, for now. He leaned his head in and kissed her lips, his kiss filled with incredible lust. His hand made its way to her breast, cupping it gently. Christine moaned softly, and placed her hands on his, forcing him to grasp her breast harder. He was mildly surprised by her bold actions. But nonetheless, he enjoyed it.
"Christine," he whispered softly, desire evident in his tone. He turned and nodded for her to walk in front of him to the bedroom; he followed close behind. When then reached the room, he placed his hands on her hips and drew her flush against him, his desire pressing into her thigh. He gazed into her eyes a moment, hoping that she knew what she getting herself into, before kissing her again,
his tongue seeking and gaining entrance to her mouth.
Christine wrapped her arms around his waist; she walked backwards towards the bed, taking him with her. Never breaking the kiss, she fell backwards onto the bed, with Erik on top of her. Her curls sprawled out all around her; she finally broke the kiss, needing to breathe. Erik took hold of the laces on the front of her dress and began to loosen them. He kissed the area below her neck which was not covered by her corset as he pushed the dress off her. She let out a small gasp, kicking the gown to the floor. Christine hurriedly untucked his shirtsleeves, pulling them off of him and dropping them to the floor. She brought her hands to his chest as she kissed his neck with longing.
His breathing grew shallow at the feeling of her small hands on his bare chest. He turned her roughly, so she was lying on her belly, and began to undo her tight corset, kissing her neck and shoulders desirously as he did.
She hadn't realized how tight her chamber maid must have laced her corset until it was off; she could actually breathe. Christine found herself drawing deep breaths as he finished unlacing her corset. Everything was going so fast... Faster than it had ever gone with Raoul. Oh, God... Him. I can't do this. And yet, she didn't want to stop; she knew that even if she tried to tell Erik no, he wouldn't listen. She wanted this more than anything, anyway... She needed it with every ounce of her being. Not until this night had she felt so alive.
He threw the corset to the ground, leaving her only in her thin chemise. He turned her onto her back again, tracing circles on her nipples over the fabric as he kissed her lips passionately. She grasped his strong shoulders with her hands once again, and wrapped her legs around his waist with need. His kiss was so deep that it made her swollen lips ache; she moaned softly into the kiss.
He rolled away from her in order to loosen his belt. He looked up at her, her face displaying disappointment. He laughed softly at her dismay. Even being parted from him for those few seconds felt like an eternity. Christine knew she couldn't hold out much longer... Not with how he was making her feel. She fell back against the pillows, her breath coming out in short, shallow gasps.
She could still taste the whiskey on her breath from the end of the gala, but the affects of the alcohol was unfortunately wearing off little by little. He tossed his trousers to the ground, sighing quietly in relief. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, "Christine, touch me..."
Realization that this was actually happening finally hit her. Her eyes grew wide. "No," she said,
rolling turning away from him. "I can't do this... I can't..." Christine rose from the bed, her back to him.
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