Only Through Love

Part 3

During the night, Christine would constantly mumble Erik's name as she slept. In return, Erik would pull her closer to him, for he could not sleep knowing all of Paris was looking for him.

Morning came all to soon. The sun shone through the sheer curtains, landing on Christine's sleeping form. Gently Erik shook her awake. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she smiled at him through her drowsiness. Erik lovingly kissed her as she became aware of her surroundings.

"Where are we?" He silenced her with another kiss before he spoke.

"We are at the Travelers Inn, it's just outside of Paris." She sat up and winced at the pain below her ribs. Christine realized she had slept in her corset and costume from Don Juan.

"I'm sorry for your discomfort, but I didn't think it was appropriate for me to remove your dressings." He said with concern. Her cheeks began to feel warm at the thought of Erik undressing her. Erik only chuckled at her frame of mind.

"Must you design these costumes with a built in corset? If you had to wear one of these you wouldn't be laughing." At this Erik was looking at her with glee in his eyes, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Now I think it entirely appropriate to remove this contraption." Slowly turning her around, he unlaced it and it fell to the ground. Christine let out an exasperated breath, finally being able to breathe normally. Erik studied the bruises under her breasts and chastened himself for being so stupid. She hurriedly changed into another dress, ignoring the corset completely.

"I'm afraid we must leave soon to ensure our safety." They finished packing what little they brought and headed downstairs. Once the room key was returned, they hailed a hansom and headed for England.

After six hours, they where finally out of France. Christine snuggled up next to Erik and fell asleep. It was a while later when the carriage came to a stop. Erik opened the door and stepped out. He gracefully helped Christine to her feet. They had arrived at a train station in England.

"Erik, where are we going?"

"Scotland, no one will know who we are." He smiled at her for reassurance. She smiled back at him as they boarded the train that would start their new lives. Their room was small, with a large bed that took up the majority of the floor space, an armior, and a bear claw tub. Immedenently she went to lay on the bed to clench her exhaustion. Lying only in her chemise, Christine begged Erik to come to bed. Hesantly, he agreed and shed his clothes, save his trousers and crawled into bed. They layed there for what seemed forever. She was laying across his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"I love you Erik." She nuzzled his chest in an attempt to get comfortable. He gently caressed her jaw and face. Christine slowly raised her head to look at him. They were close enough that his breath was hot on her cheeks. Erik captured her lips, begging for entrance to explore her mouth. She quickly obliged and his tongue slid into her mouth. They twisted and turned until he was on top of her. She gasped as his lips found her rosy peaks through her thin chemise. Christine sat up as Erik removed it with haste. Erik took up the void between them and crushed his body to hers, as his lips began their own exploration. His lips found her hard peaks and he suckled them while his tongue danced around her nipple. On her back, completely bare, she began to fidget with the fastenings of his trousers.

Once they where undone, Christine's hands found his taut buttocks. Slowly she slid them over his slender hips, and down his strong legs were they pooled at his ankles. Using all her strength, she flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips, just above his engorged erection. Leaning over, Christine began to kiss every bare inch of him, her tongue settling over his dark nipple. Erik was shocked by her boldness, but enjoyed it all the more. His angel was no longer the naïve little chorus girl but a woman who knew what she wanted. All his dreams had come true. Her delicate hands wrapped around his length and he let out a gruttal moan. Erik could stand it no longer, he rolled her onto her back and looked into her chocholate brown eyes. He loomed over her body, carefully placing his now painfully hard erection against her opening.

"I love you." She said as he lovingly played with her crisp curls. Being as careful as he could, he slid into her; her warm, wet canal sheathing him, pulling him deeper inside.

Christine tensed up as Erik thrust into her once maiden body, crying out in pain. He looked into her eyes, they were still glazed over with desire. In all his years he had read in books that a woman's first time would be painful. Erik stopped moving and she looked at him strangely.

"I'm hurting you, aren't I?" He started to pull out but Christine stopped him.

"Erik you are not hurting me, actually far from it. It's just my first time." With Erik still inside her, Christine leaned up and kissed him, urging him to continue. His body began to relax as she kissed him. Picking up the pace, once more, their bodies glistened with sweat. He drove himself deeper, grasping her hips and pulling her to him. In response, Christine moaned, which sounded more like a growl. His release was near and they both knew it. Both gasping for breath as his final thrust came. Never had they felt anything like this before. His body shuddered as he came. A warm liquid came flooding into her welcoming body, followed by Erik collapsing next to her. He slowly pulled out of her and rolled over on his side. Christine followed, curling up in his arms and fell asleep.