Erik's Desire
By: MuseofDestructiveness
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the beautiful legacy and character of the phantom Erik. He and the others belong to themselves and Gaston Leroux for writing their story. The only thing I do own is a high respect for the phantom and my OC's.
Warning: Sympathy pains for Christine and Raoul will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be very much ignored like the last and used to celebrate my victorious presentation on Phantom
Chapter 7
Ravyn awoke with a feeling of moroseness hanging over her like a black storm cloud. The events of the previous day flooded back into her mind, startling her with their intensity. She kept replaying the look in Yaksha's eyes as she plunged the dagger into his heart. She couldn't even remember why she had done it, and that thought unsettled her even more than having to face her teacher for her lesson.
She twisted a long curl around one finger nervously, and chewed on her bottom lip with sharp, ivory teeth. She propped herself up on the bed and waved a hand at the candle on the table. She hardly noticed it as it burst into flame, lighting the room with its soft light.
She jumped as she heard the sound of the mirror being slid back, and the familiar footsteps she had dreaded since she had awakened. Immediately she fell back and pulled the cover up to her chin, and pretended to sleep as the steps drew her into their rhythm of suspense. As they drew closer, she grew even more tense and she struggled to control her rapid breathing.
She heard them come to a stop, and she waited for him to "awaken" her. Instead, Ravyn felt a cold hand brush gently across her cheek and over slightly parted lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise, and met the dark golden ones of her teacher. For a long moment, they just stared into the other's eyes, reading the whirl of emotions that flashed there.
Finally, Erik closed his eyes and turned from her. It was then she noticed the tautness of his body, and the tremors that ran through him. "Erik?" she whispered, letting the thin blanket fall from her. She raised herself up onto her knees, where she looked into eyes the color of purest gold.
"Yes," he whispered, his mouth not even two inches from the full, sensuous lips he dreamed about. He was fighting the urge to ravish those lips when she sighed softly and brought her mouth to his. Erik cursed silently as his control dissolved and he found himself devoured by the pent up desire that flowed through to the woman in his arms. She leaned into him, reminding of his dream, and his arms constricted around her waist.
Oh God, she was drowning in this sinful pleasure. In years of relationships, never had she found herself as submissive as she was now. She gave herself up to the rapture of the kiss that held her captive, and brought him closer to her. If this was madness, as what shred of conscience she had screamed, she would gladly hand herself over to an asylum.
A/N: Oh my God! I finished it! After weeks of school I finally did it! To my readers, enjoy and review!
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