Erik's Desire

By: Muse of Destructiveness

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: Later there will be much Christine bashing. I despise her for breaking the phantom's heart like she did, and later there will be Raoul bashing. Sympathy pains for these two will be treated with large tranquilizers and flames will be used to burn my old school papers.

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Chapter 8

So this was heaven, or at least as close as he could ever get to it. Erik let himself react to the sensations that washed through his body, taking everything she gave so freely. Vaguely, he was aware of the feel of her hands clutching his shirt. Painfully aware of the fact she was pulling away from him.

When he dared open his eyes, the first thing he saw was her. The Ravyn of his dreams, with face flushed and lips swollen from the paradisiacal kiss they had shared. His heart clenched as she looked up at him, eyes of scarlet struggling to conceal the fiery passion he had brought to the surface. Fire pulsed through his veins, with every heartbeat he was reminded of the kiss they had shared.

For what seemed an eternity, they just looked at each other, both struggling to calm their inner storms. Both of their minds searched for a way out of this awkwardness, this passion between student and teacher, and finding none their thoughts returned to each other.

Erik ordered his arms to release her at once, run away from this woman. She looked so young, and so easily tempted by the desires of the flesh. She didn't want him, not this loathsome carcass of a man. She could do much better, like the man she killed. He should leave, disappear into the Hell he had come from, and avoid the pain of having his heart ripped to shreds by this ignorant thing called love. But no, what was this? Again she leaned into him, kissing the taut line of tendon at his neck.

His head fell back, his golden eyes closed in ecstasy as she caressed each bit of skin with her sweet breath. He opened his eyes as she searched blindly for his lips, lost in the intensity of this togetherness. As their lips met, he groaned, tasting her, his dark paradise, once more. He no longer cared for the things of this world, just this. Only his passion for his music would ever come close to this, and even then it was not a comparison.

God and Heaven forbid it, the Angel of Hell loved again.

A/N: Sorry this is so short! But this just poured into my head in Advanced Math today while I was doing Trig homework. Well…you know the drill. Read and Review!

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