Hey peeps I don't own phantom of the opera but I have seen it and no I have not read the books so don't hurt me

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Hey it is me! I thank you for your reviews and here is the next part of the story. I still don't own the Phantom of the Opera, and still haven't read the books so I don't care if the books say that Erik was a Psychopath. Well on to the story.

Erik was singing to Christine in his hypnotizing, tenor voice. He had his arms around her, pulling her close. Then she felt the laces on her corset coming loose. Her breath caught when she felt the thick fabric all from her body, freeing her small, taunt, breasts. She gasped when she felt his hands on her breasts, gently massaging and his thumbs lightly brushing her quickly, hardening nipples. She felt him pulling her closer, her back warm with the heat from his chest coming through the cloth of his shirt and her cami. She could feel his erection pushing on the small of her back.

He suddenly turned her toward him and lightly kissed her. When she started to kiss him back, the kiss immediately grew heated and demanding. He started rubbing her nipples again and she sighed with pleasure. He used the sigh to deepen the kiss another degree. She felt his tongue in her mouth. She couldn't resist, she nipped the tip of his tongue and gave back to the demanding kiss, receiving more and more pleasure. Just as suddenly as he started the kiss, he broke it.

They were both breathing hard. He kissed her again and then he started traveling downward. He kissed her neck and her shoulders, slipping her cami off revealing her full, taunt, swelling breasts." Oh god he's so sexy!" she thought when he bent and traced her breasts with his tongue. She was gasping with pleasure. He took her into his arms and lifted her so that her breasts were level with his mouth. He circled the rosy nipples with his tongue and pulled the nipple into his mouth and suckled her. She was sure that if he had not been holding her in his arms she would have fallen. His sweet suction suddenly increased and her hands automatically went to his head to keep the sweet pleasure, which was shooting through her, where it was. He released her nipple and turned to the other, which received equal treatment.

He finally released her and set her on the ground again. She was flushed. She could see, on him, his painfully sweet erection. She longed to feel him within her. The thought of the act made her blush a deep crimson. She looked at him and she saw the pure hunger and desire in his eyes. She also noticed something else. She saw love in his eyes. He bent and picked her up and carried her to his bed.

She loved this bed, the carving was magnificent. She loved the swans. (Ok! So I am obsessed with the swan bed so what! I have issues.) He laid her on the bed, and then he got up and removed his shirt. He lay down next to her and then he was on top of her, suckling her breasts once again. While he suckled her breasts, his hands went on an exploration of her body. They moved down her flat stomach. They moved to the curve of her hips. When his hands reached the inside of her thighs, her breathing was more uneven than it was before, and her legs were spreading for him in welcome.

When he touched her, her hips automatically raised to meet his hand. There was so much pleasure, but Christine wanted more. She longed for him to take off her clothes to reveal her most protected item. (Sorry I didn't mean to make it sound like something you purchased but I couldn't think of the right words) He finally groaned in frustration and detached from her breast and undid her skirts and slid down her panties and stockings. Her legs were open widely telling him just how much she wanted him. He was finally able to untangle her from her skirts and her other clothes and he sat back and admired her. She was beautiful, an untouched flower, his.

She heard him groan and then she felt his finger circling her bud of passion. She willingly arched up in response. He did it again and again until she was moaning and restless. Then Christine felt something she thought that would never happen. She felt Erik put his mouth over her and tease her intimately. She cried out in the pleasure of his mouth on her and his tongue teasing her. The pleasure of it was so great that she was almost thrown the edge into a shimmering darkness. Then his tongue entered her. It was so hot that it was the thing that sent her over the edge. She bucked, or rather tried, but Erik held his grip on her hips. When she was able to move again she reached for him…….

Christine woke up to the now familiar wetness between her legs. "Damn!" she said to herself, "Every time." It was the same dream every night, since Erik had returned her to her bedroom. She slowly let her fingers glide along her body, giving her goose bumps. When she reached her destination she was shaking. She slowly circled her bud causing herself to arch up off the floor. She tested herself with one finger then entered two more. Moaning she went onto her hand and knees for a better angle then she thrust her fingers inside of her and withdrew them she started playing with her bud while thrusting inside of herself and came. She had recently become very good at, since she so often was, as the other ballet girls called it, Horny. When she could move again she had a brilliant thought. She should go to him. Before she lost her courage for the idea, she got up, cleaned herself, and went to dress. Before she put on her underclothing, she thought better of it. She found a spaghetti strap, crimson, silk dress; that Meg had bought her for her eighteenth birthday, and put it on. She brushed out her hair and tamed it so it didn't look so ratty. She dawned her black evening cloak which was silk lined wool.

She blew out the candles and went to the mirror. She found the mechanism that opened it and slid the mirror on the track, it was silent. Now she knew how Erik was able to get through to her without her hearing him enter. She stepped inside and closed the mirror, so that if someone came in they would not see it. She followed the staircase down and came to the edge of the lake. The boat was not there; of coarse it wouldn't be there, he wouldn't be expecting her so she found an alternate rout around the lake. When she reached the other side she saw he wasn't at his organ. So she looked around and saw that he had made a mess with his composing. She came to the room that she had slept in, the one with the gorgeous swan bed. There he has lying half naked and asleep almost like her dream. Only he looked so much better in person. She took off her cloak and let is slide to the floor. She went to him and got on the bed. She crawled on top of him and leaned down and kissed him.