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Chapter Twelve
It was the evening of Friday, and all in all a very special day. The setting sun was coming through stain glass windows of the small chapel, and Erik stood before the priest, trembling slightly from his fear... but today was a very special day. Erik knew that this was to be the single most happiest day of his life. Today he would marry his Angel. Looking toward the pews, he gave a shaky smile to Nadir, who sat next to Marie. Next to Marie was Jules, who Erik had thought to invite at the last minute... and the fellow had been quite grateful. Sighing almost inaudibly, Erik looked to the Priest, who gave him an encouraging smile.
The doors to the chapel opened, and light filtered in around Christine as she stepped over the threshold on her uncle Jean Claude's arm. She was smiling radiantly, and everything about her sparkled. Her long brown curls were pulled up at the back of her head, a few curls escaping the mass and slipping down her cheeks. Her long white wedding dress glimmered as the sunlight hit it, and her eyes shined brightly as they stayed on one person and one person only: Erik. She squeezed Jean Claude's arm tightly in her excitement, and he smiled down at her.
Erik stared in shock at Christine's beauty as she walked down the isle, Meg Giry behind her holding her train. Erik couldn't believe that he was so lucky as to be marrying this woman...
As Christine and Jean Claude reached Erik and the elderly priest, Jean Claude took his niece's hand and reached for Erik's, and then joined them together. He stepped back with a smile and to Erik's right, as Meg did the same to Christine. Christine's cheeks were sore from smiling, but she couldn't stop, and she tightened her hand in Erik's.
Erik held Christine's hand tightly in his, looking down at the small woman beside him and finding it difficult to breathe. It was really happening... he was really going to marry Christine. Smiling shakily down at her, he resisted the urge to kiss her forehead, and instead moved a little closer to her, unable to take his eyes from her face.
"Dearly beloved," the priest began jovially, "We are gathered here today in the presence of God to witness the joining of Erik Destler and Christine Daae in the holy bonds of matrimony."
As the priest continued to tell of the blessing of marriage God had given, Christine continued to gaze up at Erik. He looked so handsome today, and there was a glow about him she'd never seen before. She couldn't believe this day had finally come, and she was completely grateful that it had. And it was even more special to know that their child was within her, witnessing this, as well.
Erik blocked out all words by the priest, focusing only on Christine's beauty, the way her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. He longed to speak to her, but knew it was important that he was silent at this moment. Instead he smiled, squeezing her hand tightly.
"Who is bringing Christine Daae to be joined in holy matrimony to Erik Destler?"
Jean Claude raised his hand slightly and spoke, "I am."
The priest continued. "Who is bringing Erik Destler to be joined in holy matrimony to Christine Daae?"
Erik sighed softly, meeting the priest's eyes. "I am, there is no one else." He spoke softly, looking back to Christine.
Christine smiled encouragingly up at him and the priest nodded. "Are you willing now and always to support and strengthen this marriage by upholding both Christine and Erik with your love, your concern, your counsel, and your prayers?"
Jean Claude did not hesitate to answer, and he said solemnly, "I am."
Erik smiled toward Jean Claude, tears filling his eyes from the support that seemed to be flowing from everyone... for once, life was looking wonderful, and Erik drew a shaky breath as a tear of joy slipped down his cheek.
The priest moved on the wedding vows, and Christine took a deep breath, biting her lip as she grinned at Erik. "Do you, Erik, take this woman whose hand you now hold, to be your true and wedded wife; and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to love, cherish, honor and protect her, to forsake all others for her sake; to cleave to her, and her only, until death shall part you?"
Another tear slipped from Erik's eyes as his voice came, soft and reverent. "Yes, of course..." He breathed, smiling down at Christine in joy.
As the priest repeated the question to Christine, she nodded and squeezed Erik's hands. "I do... Always." She had the urge to grasp the back of Erik's head and kiss him, but she refrained, instead smiling with complete happiness up at him.
Erik grinned at her words, looking to the priest for a moment with a broad smile, before meeting Christine's eyes again. I will always protect you. He thought, wishing he could say the words out loud.
As the wedding went on gleefully, a man stood in the back, frowning and waiting for the moment which was sure to come.
The elderly priest went on, "Please bow your heads in prayer."
As he prayed over them, Christine clutched Erik's hands and tried not to focus on how warm she was in her dress. When the prayer ended, and she lifted her head once more, the priest asked for the rings.
"Erik, as you place this ring on Christine, please repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed; and with all my worldly goods, I thee endow."
Erik took the ring with shaking hands, and cautiously placed it onto Christine's finger. His voice was strong, if not a little wavery, as he spoke. "With this ring... I thee wed; and with all my worldly goods, I thee endow..." He said, bringing her hand to his lips. He just couldn't help himself.
Christine smiled wide and bit her lip, and the priest repeated what she was to say. "With this ring, I thee wed; and with all my wordly goods, I thee endow." She placed the heavy ring on Erik's finger and caressed his hand.
She took a deep breath as the priest asked, "If there is anyone present that feels these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
A sudden voice from the back of the church rang out, and Erik's eyes widened. The fool!
"They CANNOT be wed!" Came the voice of the Viscount de Chagny as he stormed up the isle, eyes ablaze. "She cannot marry him! She was to marry me!" He exclaimed, stopping several feet from the couple and the priest.
Christine's mouth dropped open and she stared in disbelief at the audacity of her former fiancée. She meant to speak, but Jean Claude stepped in front of the couple. Before he could advance on Raoul, however, the priest asked, "Explain your reason, Monsieur."
Raoul glared at the man who stood before the couple, and he moved to the side to meet the priest's gaze. "This woman was to marry me! And now she's decided to wed this monster instead! He could hardly be considered human, and he was unwell, supposed to die!" He cried, anger and hurt building within him. "He's tricked her, hypnotized her! She left my home as my fiancée and came back the monster's whore!"
Erik fumed with anger at Raoul's words, eyes narrowing. However, he kept himself silent, shaking with rage however he shot him a look of pure hatred.
Jean Claude glowered at the man. "Do not call my niece a whore." He moved closer to Raoul. "You have no right to object. Leave now."
Christine, behind them, felt her knees go weak. She felt light headed and dizzy, and her eyes began to water. Not on my wedding day!
"Niece! This is yet another lie, Christine has no family!" He exclaimed, pushing past Jean Claude to rush toward Erik. "How could you desire to marry this, Christine! Look at him and have this spell over you broken!" He cried, tugging the mask from Erik's face and turning his face away from the horrors.
Erik gave a cry of rage and pain, bringing his hands up in an attempt to hide his face. Lowering his face he turned, but no matter where he looked, there were people. He was trapped.
Meg's eyes widened, but she did not look away... she had always wondered why the ghost wore the mask, and now she knew.
Marie, beside Nadir, clutched his arm and gasped loudly. She'd only ever seen his face when he had been a very small child, and even then she could not get used to it. But she was angered; this objecting man was just as Madeleine had been, and she was going to put her mind to this! "He's still a man, you fool!" She looked to Jean Claude. "Get him out of here!"
Christine grabbed Erik's lapels and brought him closer to her, and caressed his face. "You're not a monster," she whispered to him. She turned to Raoul. "He's my husband! No amount of the riches you could ever promise me could change my mind about him. You're the monster here, Raoul, ruining our happy day! Leave now!"
The priest was surprised at Erik's condition, but he knew that God had a reason for everything. Though, he was outraged by what was going on now. "Everyone calm down! Sir, I see no reason to heed your objection. It is clearly obvious that these two love one another!"
Raoul gaped at Christine, then at the people surrounding him. Were they all insane! "But... Christine..." Looking at the crowd he gaped. "Do none of you see him!" He turned to the priest, shocked. "You call yourself a man of God!"
The priest frowned. "See here, you have no authority in any of these matters, Monsieur. This is a holy place, as well as a holy ceremony. You'd do well to leave here now."
Christine shivered at the look on Raoul's face. "Erik..." She murmured, suddenly feeling very sick, as she had when she'd began her morning sickness mode. She didn't know how she could end this madness. This was her special day! How could this happen! She stepped away from Erik and in front of Jean Claude. "I told you the day I broke our engagement, Raoul, that I love him. I'm sorry you feel the way you do but you must move on!"
Raoul looked at Christine who stood before him, shaking from grief. Tears slid down his cheeks as he reached out to take her hands. "But I love you!" He cried, drawing closer to her and meeting her eyes. "And you... you loved me too...!" Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, trying to show her his love the best way he knew how.
Erik growled when Raoul's lips touched Christine's, and he had half a mind to whip out his Punjab Lasso... but he knew this was something Christine must handle on her own.
Christine clutched Raoul's shoulders and pushed him away, falling to the ground herself from the force she had used. Her hair was beginning to fall under the veil, and her makeup was ruined from the tears that now flowed freely from her face. "How dare you! How could you!" She buried her face in the hand that wasn't clutching her bouquet so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Moving forward swiftly, Erik grasped Christine in his arms and helped her to stand, pulling her against his body and kissing her face, still unmasked. His mask lay on the floor a foot away, if he let go of Christine he could get it... but his wife was more important to him than anything else... with her, he knew he never needed to hide again. "Shh... my dear, my Christine..." He whispered, wiping her tears from her cheeks delicately and cleaning the streaks of make up with a gentle hand.
Raoul stared in awe at the tenderness displayed by Erik as he held Christine. Looking around at the angry faces, he felt his face warm. "I... I..."
Jean Claude looked over at Nadir and made a head nod towards Raoul. "Let's get him out of here, eh?" He moved forward, taking one of Raoul's arms.
Nadir stood swiftly, anger flooding his senses as he grasped Raoul's other arm. "Come now, Monsieur le Vicomte." He said, voice tight as he helped pull him from the church.
The priest sighed and touched Erik's shoulder. "I apologize for that interruption of your holy ceremony. We will continue now." He stepped back and said, "You may now kiss your bride."
Christine smiled tremulously up at Erik and slipped her hand up to caress his marred cheek, as she turned her face up to be kissed.
Looking down at Christine a tear slid from his eye, and he held her face reverently, bending low and gently touching his lips to hers. The kiss lasted for several moments, and when Erik finally pulled away, a small sob escaped him, and he pulled Christine tightly against his body, burying his face in her hair and holding her close. "I love you..." He whispered, his voice carrying through the church.
The priest smiled, pleased with the amount of adoration the couple had for one another. He'd never actually seen this much love between two people in all his years as a priest. He enjoyed it greatly. "What God hath joined together, let no man part asunder!" He smiled out over their heads. "May I present to you, Erik and Christine Destler."
Jean Claude walked back in, and lifted his hands in the air. "I missed it!" He grinned and walked back up to Erik's side, and clasped him on the shoulder. "Congratulations," he said softly.
Nadir stood next to Jean Claude, tears in his eyes as he shook Erik's hand and gave Christine a quick hug and a kiss to the cheek. "Yes, congratulations to both of you..."
Erik smiled broadly, before realizing he still had no mask... Shaking Jean Claude and Nadir's hands, and giving Christine a loving look, he strode forward and grasped his mask in his hand, swiftly putting it in place and giving a greatly relieved sigh.
Marie stood and joined the small crowd, going first to Christine and examining her ring. "So beautiful! I'm so happy for you, dear!" She hugged Christine to her and then turned to intercept Erik. "I'm so proud of you," she began, as she grabbed him to her in a mighty hug. "So very proud. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this."
Erik stiffened for a moment when Marie hugged him, before he cautiously wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back. Looking at her, he smiled cautiously. "I'm... well, I'm very glad you were here... it's almost like having.. Her." He said softly, before turning his gaze away.
Marie rubbed his arm. "She would've been proud, as well." She squeezed his arm lightly before moving back near Jean Claude.
Christine turned to Meg with a large smile. "I can't believe it! We worked so hard on my makeup... How does my hair look?" She giggled and gave her best friend the bouquet. "You're next," she promised, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Meg flushed, looking away as she sniffed the flowers. "You look beautiful, Christine." She said, her eyes twinkling. "And you're positively glowing!"
Erik smiled at Marie then, before looking toward his wife and striding toward her swiftly. Grasping her into his arms, he dipped her back and kissed her soundly. "I have never before felt such joy." He said warmly, touching his forehead to hers.
Christine giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Me either..." She lowered her voice then, and raised an eyebrow. "Just wait until tonight..."
Erik laughed at her words, nuzzling her cheek and cuddling Christine close to his body. "Yes..." He whispered softly, "I am quite excited about that..."
Jean Claude moved past the couple and toward Meg and tapped her on the shoulder. "Were you the one that did Christine's makeup? It was wonderfully done. I used to put makeup on..." He coughed and looked around suspiciously. "...On my wife!" He grinned and shrugged.
Meg laughed richly at Jean Claude's words, and motioned to Marie. "Monsieur, I couldn't help but notice the way you and Mademoiselle Perrault look at each other..." She blushed, "Is there something between the two of you?"
Jean Claude blushed and raised an eyebrow. He leaned in closely and whispered, "I used to be afraid of red-haired women... such tempers they have... but she's different. I have a feeling Christine should've given the bouquet to her." He winked.
Christine gave Jean Claude an odd look at hearing certain words. He's not drinking anything tonight. She grinned up at her husband and took his hand, and moved toward the priest, who was looking over them with a pleased expression. "Thank you so much for performing the ceremony. It meant so much to both of us, and we're really appreciative of your services."
Erik nodded at Christine's words, completely agreeing. "Yes, it really means everything to us..." He said softly, squeezing Christine's hand and smiling shyly.
The priest nodded. "It was my pleasure. I haven't been in the presence of you for too long, but I can see plainly that you care for each other greatly." He nodded. "It definitely was a pleasure to perform this ceremony."
Smiling down at Christine, Erik said softly. "My dear..." His cheeks flushed slightly as he bent low to kiss her cheek. "When shall we leave?" His voice was filled with need which he was embarrassed to express.
Christine grinned at him and placed a hand on his chest, moving away from the priest. "It's going to take a while to get out of this dress... So I suppose we should leave soon." She smiled and turned to Nadir, holding onto Erik's hand. "I hate to depend so much on you, Nadir, but, we'd like to spend some alone time together. Can you make sure Meg gets home safely?"
Nadir nodded kindly, patting Christine's arm. "Of course, you two go and be together... today is your day." He said warmly, giving Erik a smile, then turning to Meg.
Christine squeezed Erik's hand and then left him to hug Meg tightly. "Thank you for all your help. I'll let you know how everything goes." She winked and moved to her uncle, embracing him warmly. "I cannot express how much I love you. Thank you for giving me away, and thank you for accepting Erik." She smiled brightly.
Jean Claude kissed her forehead. "I'll talk to you soon, little love."
Christine nodded and embraced Marie before turning back to Erik and taking his hand once more. "Are you ready?" She whispered, grinning broadly.
Erik nodded quickly, drawing Christine against him for a moment, before taking her hand and leading her from the church, where there was a beautiful hansom waiting for them.
Christine pushed on Erik's forearm as she climbed into the hansom, and she smiled slyly, waiting for him. Even though Raoul had ruined the ceremony momentarily, he'd only made them stronger. She smiled and patted her stomach.
Erik climbed into the hansom beside his wife, now in every sense of the word, and tugged her into his arms. Gently he rested his hand on Christine's stomach, stroking her skin lovingly and pressing a kiss to her temple. "I love you..." He whispered, nuzzling her cheek and tightening his grip around her body.
Christine rested her head on his shoulder and gazed lovingly up at him. "Erik, this day... We're finally legally married, and I know my father was watching, and our child was there, as well!" She leant up to kiss his cheek. "It's amazing. I feel like I'm floating, my love."
Erik grinned then, pressing his lips to Christine's for a moment. "Oh Christine... I love you..." He mumbled against her lips, before kissing her deeply. Never had he felt so happy, so loved.
Christine scooted closer to him and kissed him softly. "I love you, too."
X
Erik and Christine stood before the large home, looking at the grand front door and knowing that as soon as they entered, they would begin their married life. Erik turned reverently to his wife, lifting her up into his arms and kissing her forehead softly. "My wife..." He breathed, opening the door and stepping inside with her. Looking around, everything seemed much brighter.
Christine smiled as she wound her arms around her husband's neck, and pressed her forehead to his temple. She looked around the house, as well, and reality hit her full force as she realized this was where they would be spending their married life together, and a happy feeling washed over her.
Erik smiled at Christine with such love in his eyes as he began to walk toward the grand staircase, his eyes on his wife the whole time. "I'm the most lucky man on Earth..." He whispered.
Christine nuzzled his cheek and stroked his mask. Very lightly, as she gazed into his deep, expressive eyes, shining with all his love, she began to sing. "Oh my love... My sweet, my marvelous, my tender love..."
Erik grinned when Christine began to sing, and as her voice drifted off, Erik picked up the next line, nuzzling his face into her neck as he carried her down the hall toward their room. "From early dawn until day's end, my love..."
Christine smiled and rested her head on his shoulder as she began to sing the last line with him. "I love you still, you know, I love you..." She felt completely blissful and she couldn't remember a time she felt more tranquil and happy.
Pushing the door open with his foot, Erik brought Christine to the bed and gently laid her down, looking at her as he stood beside the bed. His hand reached out to trace over her cheek, and he smiled through the tears in his eyes. "Christine..." He whispered, reaching up and removing his mask with relief.
Christine stood up beside him as he placed the mask down, and she took his face in her hands. Standing up on her tiptoes and clutching his shoulders, she kissed his marred face, trailing her lips across every bit of twisted flesh. When she was sure she'd not missed an inch, she moved to his other cheek.
Erik gave a shuddering sigh when Christine's lips touched his face, and he threaded his fingers into her hair holding her close and closing his eyes. "Oh Christine..." He breathed, trembling from the love being shown to him.
Christine stepped back when she had completed her task, and held his hands. "I love you, Erik," she whispered, smiling lovingly up at him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears of happiness.
Erik moved to sit beside Christine on the bed, and he gently took her hand in his, trailing his lips across her palm and up her wrist. Upon reaching her elbow, he lifted his face to kiss her forehead, before taking her other hand and delivering the same treatment.
Christine shivered and smiled as she watched him, and she gently lifted her free hand to touch the back of his head. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation that ran through her at the touch of Erik's lips against her skin.
Erik slowly ran his hands to Christine's back, beginning to unbutton her elegant wedding dress as his lips found her jaw. Working his mouth down her neck, he breathed against her flesh thickly, his trembling hands sliding within her dress to caress her skin. Slowly he moved behind his wife, opening the back of her gown and sliding it off of her shoulders as his lips found the back of her neck. Slowly he worked them down her spine, kissing and placing a few playful nibbles along her skin.
Christine moaned softly as his hands and lips worked in unison, and she leant her head back slightly. "Oh Erik," she sighed, shivering as the cold air hit her back. This feeling was unbelievable, and she knew this night would be even more special than the night they'd first made love. She trembled in delight at the thought and closed her eyes.
Erik grasped Christine's hair in his hands, laying it over her shoulder and guiding her dress from her arms. Standing he slid it down her legs and from her body, laying it reverently across the chest at the foot of the bed. Turning back to Christine, he smiled warmly, guiding her to lay on the bed and sitting next to her, sliding his fingers over her body and marveling at her beauty.
Christine didn't take her eyes off his, and she smiled up at him the entire time. Desire swept over her body, and she shuddered underneath his fingers. She reached up carefully to stroke his face, caressing his lips with her thumb, and then his jaw with her forefinger. She sat up and reached for his bowtie, undoing it. She trailed her hands down the buttons of his shirt, and then placed her hands on his lapels to push his jacket off. Her nimble fingers then went to work at his collar, sliding each button out of its hole slowly.
Erik sighed softly as Christine began to undress him, and he stroked his fingers through her hair lovingly as he looked at her face, watched the light from the nearly-set sun reflected off of her skin, made her eyes sparkle. "I love you..." He whispered, as if loud voices would shatter the magic.
Christine's eyes glimmered as she gazed at him again, catching his eyes, and she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Her eyes traveled down to his chest. It was broad and muscular and as she trailed her hands down over it, she could feel the strength behind him. Her hands trailed all the way down his torso to his pants, and she bit her lip as she began to unbutton them. When they were loose, she slid them down his hips, and off to land beside the bed. She placed her hands on his thighs as she leant in to kiss him.
A soft sighing whimper escaped the back of Erik's throat when Christine's hands came to his thighs, and he kissed her back with a soft passion, cupping her cheek with his hand and stroking the fingertips of his other hand up and down her back.
Slowly and carefully, Christine fell backward onto the bed, and she reached up to grasp Erik's shoulders. She kissed along his collarbone, and then up to his shoulders, where she bit gently. She then moved her lips to his, running her hands through his dark hair.
Erik gave a very small whimper, kissing Christine with a bit more passion. Slowly then, he slid his lips down her body, nibbling at her collarbone and sliding along her sternum to her stomach. For several minutes he kissed and nuzzled her abdomen, imagining their child inside of her, before he looked up to meet Christine's eyes. Very slowly he leaned up, brushing his lips over her breasts and moving his fingers up to take her hands.
Christine gasped and her eyes slid closed, and she arched slightly into the touch of his lips. She squeezed his hands tightly, as she felt herself being swept away in her passion. It felt too good being treated this way. And to think, she'd have this the rest of her life.
Erik smiled against her flesh, cautiously taking a nipple into his mouth and touching his tongue to it. His hands slid from Christine's to move along her legs, feeling her silky skin and trembling slightly in desire. Lifting his face, Erik looked down at Christine and smiled sweetly, leaning up and kissing her lips.
Christine moaned and kissed him back ardently, taking his head in her hands and holding his lips tightly to hers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down his back, and moved her lips to trail down his neck. She squeezed his hips and brought her hands back up to tangle into his hair, and tilted her head slightly as she went for a new angle to kiss him at.
Erik gave a tiny whimper as he kissed her with a mounting passion, sliding his hands up to take her hips. Slowly one had slipped between her legs, and he touched her gently, probing his fingers against her womanhood and intensifying the kiss slightly.
Christine tore her mouth away from his and clutched his head in her hands, her lips moving to his ear as she murmured his name. She moaned softly as her hips responded gently to his fingers, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly as she began to move.
Erik smiled down at Christine as he slid his fingers inside of her almost shyly, kissing her face and her lips. Slowly he moved his fingers within her, curling them slightly and nibbling at her neck as he established a slow rhythm with his hand.
Christine moaned and slid her nails lightly along his back, nuzzling her face into his neck as she began to gyrate gingerly on his fingers. Her breath caught and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes open as unbelievable pleasure washed over her. She whispered his name hoarsely and bit his shoulder once more.
Slowly Erik withdrew his fingers then, laying beside his wife and kissing her softly. His body ached with desire, but he forced himself to go slowly. Reaching out, he drew Christine against his body and cuddled close against her, burrowing his face into her neck and rubbing her back, letting his hands slide over her bottom and then back up to her shoulders.
Christine's arm wound around his waist, and she squeezed him tightly as her other hand massaged his head. She sighed softly, perfectly content to stay like this forever, but deciding it was his turn to feel what she'd felt. She trailed her hand in between them as he had done, and took his manhood into her hands, stroking him gently.
Erik's eyes widened and he looked at Christine with wonder on his face. A tiny cry of need slipped from his lips then, and he leaned forward to kiss her passionately, clutching his hands tightly to her sides and giving a low groan. The feel of her hand against him was amazing, and he lifted his hips slightly, trying to get more contact.
Christine squeezed him, being as gentle as she could, and let her nails rake delicately and unhurriedly over his flesh. She let her tongue run over his bottom lip, and she bit it gently as her hand worked more firmly.
Erik gasped in pleasure, tossing his head back and giving a small cry. His hand came down to rest over Christine's, and stilled it, looking sheepishly to her face. "Things... things will be over quickly... if you continue to do that..." He whispered, his face flushed and eyes glazed with passion. Gently he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Slowly then, Erik moved to lie on top of Christine, and he nuzzled her cheek, eyes closed.
Christine watched him with a bemused expression, and slowly she brought her hands up to cup his face. "Things will never be over for us, Erik." She kissed his lips quickly and stared deeply into his eyes, stroking her thumb over his cheekbone. "We have the rest of our lives." She smiled reassuringly and brought her lips back up to his, and situated herself to lie on top of him. She pulled back from his lips and smiled almost slyly as she began to move down his body.
Erik looked at Christine with surprise, confused slightly by her movements down his body. "Christine...?" He whispered, body trembling slightly as his hands grasped Christine's upper arms.
Christine moved out of his grip and clutched his thighs as she lowered her lips to his abdomen. She let her tongue slide out almost unnoticeably there, and looking up at him as she did so, she trailed her tongue further, down the length of his manhood and to the tip. She let her thumb caress his inner thigh as she circled the head with her tongue softly.
Erik gasped in shock as her tongue touched his most sensitive area, and he thrust his hips upwards slightly, whimpering and grasping the bed sheets tightly, his entire body trembling with desire. "Oh... yes Christine..." He murmured, his voice hoarse with passion.
Christine grinned and squeezed his thighs as she took the tip of him into her mouth, eyes on his face the entire time. She enjoyed the power she had over him as she did this, though she knew anything she did to her husband would please him. She slowly inched more of him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and then back up, to where she had just barely the top of him in her lips. She repeated the action once more, and as she did so, she slid her hands up and down his legs as far as she could reach.
Erik gave a strangled cry as she took him into her mouth, and he resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, although it was quite difficult to keep himself from doing so. His mind was beginning to swim from the pleasure and he made tiny groans every few moments, his eyes squeezed closed and his head tossed back, back arched. "Christine..." He hissed sensually through his teeth. "So... good..."
This encouraged her, and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage, and begin to suck gently. Her hands glided up his legs and up his torso, and then back down again, to stroke across his stomach. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and across his thighs, and she began to add her tongue as she took him once again into her mouth.
Words could not describe the passion and desire the flew through Erik's body as Christine's warm mouth and tongue moved against him, and he gave a strangled whimper as he leaned up to grasp her hair into his hands, gasping for breath and trying to focus his passion-clouded eyes.
Christine stopped and removed her mouth, and stared up into his darkened eyes. She smiled shyly and moved back up his body to lay beside him, caressing his shoulders and upper arms. She stroked his scarred cheek and smiled at him before cuddling up to him and setting her lips to work at his neck.
Erik trembled as he cuddled Christine against his body, tilting his chin up to give her better access to his neck and shuddering a little. "Christine... my God... you are so..." He shook his head in disbelief. "I love you." He whispered.
Christine halted her kisses and looked up at him innocently. "You have certain capabilities, as well, my love." She grinned and returned to attacking his neck, sliding her tongue across where neck met shoulder and sinking her teeth gently into the flesh.
Erik chuckled at Christine's words, placing his fingers under her chin and turning her face up to him. Gently he kissed his wife, marveling in how willingly her mouth moved against his, how warm and soft she was.
Christine closed her eyes and wound her fingers into his hair, slightly massaging his scalp with her fingertips. She pressed against him, feeling that if it were possible, they would mold together as one. She kissed him with mounting passion, not even realizing as her hips went forward a tad.
Erik made a small whimpering sound when Christine's hips touched his, and he slipped his hands down her sides, caressing her hips and moving his fingertips down her thighs playfully. "Christine..." He whimpered, nibbling at her neck.
Christine's body was aching with need and she trembled in Erik's arms. "Erik…" She clutched the back of his head and closed her eyes tightly. She needed him more than anything else in the world, and she tugged lightly on his hair as she looked into his eyes. "Erik, please…"
Kissing her neck gently, Erik's hands slid up to her cheeks and he looked into her eyes. "Please what, my dear?" He asked with a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes.
Christine glared at him as her body shook. She smiled menacingly and ran her hands down to once again clutch his manhood. "If you don't give me what I want I shall just have to take it for myself," she announced, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
Erik's eyes widened when her hand closed around him, and he gave a tiny growl, attacking her mouth with his own and kissing her with a voracious passion. To hell with going slowly... He thought with a wry smirk, before he trailed his lips down her neck, pausing to nibble at her pulse point. After a moment or two of feeling her blood pumping speedily, he moved his lips down further, trailing them over her breasts and smiling sweetly up at her as he slipped his hands down to her thighs, making room for himself to lay comfortably. Gently then, he pressed his lips to her abdomen, tickling her skin with his eyelashes, then placed a soft kiss to her inner thighs, before grinning up at her. "What would you like me to do now, mon amour?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes darkened with desire.
Christine gasped and reached down to take his head in her hands, clutching at his hair. Her eyelids drooped down to where her eyes become tiny half moons, and her mouth fell open as she took deep breaths. "Erik," was all she could manage to utter, and she gazed down at him almost helplessly.
Erik took pity on Christine when he could hear the desperate need in her voice, and moving his lips a few inches closer to her womanhood, he pressed his lips against her, before letting his mouth open and beginning to taste her curiously. He hadn't been so bold to do much the time before, but now...
Christine gasped, her eyes going wide. She moaned deeply and clutched heedlessly at Erik's hair, not seeing anything but passion. She trembled and pushed her hips forward, unable to control her own movements anymore as she felt powerful desire sweep her away. "Angel," she choked out, gasping wildly.
Erik moved his mouth a bit more enthusiastically against Christine, eyes closed as he moved his hands up to stroke her thighs and caress her stomach. Looking up at her then, he knew she couldn't take much more, and he moved his mouth away, crawling up her body and pressing his lips to hers voraciously.
Christine could taste herself on his lips, and she moaned into their kiss and grabbed his head, kissing him more firmly. Somehow it was so erotic to her, and she wanted to explore much more now that they were legally bonded. She was no longer as innocent as she used to be, and it made her more confident to realize this. She wrapped her arms around Erik's neck and spread her legs further, closing her eyes to prepare herself for their joining.
Erik moaned deeply into her mouth, running his hands up to cup her breasts, moving his hips slightly and thrusting himself within her passionately, squeezing his eyes closed and gasping. "Oh God Christine..."
She was paralyzed for one full moment, not able to breathe, her mouth gaping open. Finally able to let out a moan, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pushed her hips forward against his, her upper body arching as she strained to throw her head back and get him deeper inside of her. She panted as she tried to situate herself to where he would hit the sweet spot up inside of her, now impatient as she was lost to her passion. Her hands slid down his back and she gripped his bottom as she tried to pull him deeper. Groaning outright, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him fervently.
Erik gave a great gasping cry, bending over Christine's body and pressing deeper within her, his eyes slipping closed in desire. "Yess..." He breathed, shaking as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge of his passion. "Christine... oh yes..." Leaning over slightly he kissed her neck, nibbling at her flesh and whimpering.
"Oh Erik... Oh God..." Christine raked her nails across the broad expanse of his back and writhed beneath him, matching his thrusts as her head turned to cry out loudly into the pillow. She gasped for air as she suddenly grasped his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. "Oh Erik... Oh my angel! My angel!" Before she could control herself, she came with a furious cry in high soprano, almost matching a banshee's shriek. She squeezed his shoulders and neck as she felt herself tighten around her husband.
Erik gave a great moan, grasping her upper arms tightly in his hands, not aware of the pressure he was issuing to her skin as he moved within her again and again, then threw his head back and gave a volumous cry, scratching his nails down her arms with another sharp cry. His body fell forward then, shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure that moved through him in quick waves.
Christine stared blankly up at the ceiling as her husband rested upon her. She'd never experienced anything like that in her entire existence and she was so ecstatic to know that it was Erik, her angel, that she had shared this with. She glanced over at her arms, frowning slightly as she noticed the skin was broken and blood was starting to seep through the broken flesh. She trembled as she realized what Erik had down in his passion, and grinned. Finally, he was letting himself go a bit more. Though, she knew, there'd be no end to his fretting.
Raising his head from Christine's chest wearily, he looked into her eyes, his usually pale face pink from the exertion he had put forth. "Christine..." He whispered softly, stroking her cheeks and smiling down at her. "I love you so..." Suddenly he noticed her arms, and his eyes widened. Scratch marks starting near her shoulder and moving down to her elbow ran across her flesh, bleeding, and he gasped. "Christine!" He cried, looking down at his hands and trembling slightly. He looked nervously up into her eyes then, afraid of her anger.
Christine gave him an odd look, an amused expression underlying her features. She pretended to notice for the first time the bleeding marks he'd left upon her, and she shrugged lightly. "Don't worry about those, you probably have horrible marks on your back." She grinned and stroked his hair. "You marked your territory, I suppose..."
Erik looked at Christine with minor awe, kissing her forehead. "You aren't angry?" He asked nervously, before kissing the scratches gently. A strange idea came to his mind then, and he gently licked the scratches, removing the blood from her wounds like an animal would do to its mate. He felt a little foolish afterwards, but he couldn't deny that the act had aroused him slightly, and he looked down into Christine's eyes lovingly, stroking her cheek and resting his forehead against hers.
Christine smiled and ran her hands down his chest. Smiling naughtily, she flipped him over and sat atop him, closing her eyes slightly as she began to move with him inside her once more. "The Queen of the Mountain has returned," she said huskily, and grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head. "And we've only just begun."