AN: Filled with X-rated stuff. Much more graphic than the other. Hope you like it.

He led me into a tunnel that opened into a stairway. The stairs were narrow and tall, so fortunately Erik never stopped holding my hand in case I fell. I had no idea where he was leading me to, though I did notice that the air got colder with each step of the stair. Before I even knew it, I started to shiver. He noticed and wrapped his cape around me then halfway through the trip, started to carry me.

The stairs led to a small door and when he opened it, a surge of cold air blew into my face and made my eyes water. He smiled and looked down on me as he walked across the platform that was the top of the Opera Populaire. I started to shiver again as snow fell onto my face. He took me to the edge and showed me all of Paris. When I looked down, way below, I could see the balcony that Raoul serenaded me on. The lights of Paris were dull against the slight fog that enveloped it. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed and had me sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around my shivering body. I was warm soon enough. It was now that I realized that the cold and dark Erik was warming me up.

"There's your house," he pointed. I saw the large building which was deserted and dark. "And the cemetery..." All of Paris was in full view of us. He nibbled on my earlobe as I fell into his chest. "Do you like it, Christine?"

"Erik, it's gorgeous," I said softly as his fingers ran over my lips.

"Good. There is still so much to show you, Christine. This place is one of my favorites. Did you know that I can climb right into Carlotta's powder room? Not that I'd actually want to..." His face looked of vile terror at the idea. I giggled and kissed the arm that protected me.

"Thank you for this. And for everything." He stared into my eyes with genuine happiness. He was gentle and soft. My, he was a man of many emotions, wasn't he? He pulled my face up and kissed me, his hot breath warming my skin. He pulled away gently with a serious face.

"I love you, Christine," he said. I didn't reply. My eyes lowered to my house where Raoul and I lived. It seemed he didn't expect a reply. His fingers traced my jaw line and he kissed me again, with a bit more passion this time. He sat up, gathered me in his arms, and stood up. He carried me into a room that seemed to be built next to the balcony. It was a garden, an indoor garden. He sat me on a table that was made for the nurturing of potted plants. He kissed my lips roughly as I didn't make a sound. My eyes boldly stared into his for any sign of understanding. For any sign of recognition. Was my love for him the same as his for mine? Why couldn't I say that I loved him? I did. I knew I did. My heart and soul belonged to him. My body was his little toy. I loved him and I craved for him, but I felt ashamed.

He didn't stare at me. Rather, his eyes wandered over my body. His lips ran down my neck as I ran my hand down his back.

"Erik..."I whispered softly and gently as Erik pulled his face away. His eyes met mine, and I saw it. The same vulnerable Erik that I had seen at the carnival. The same vulnerable Erik that I saw as I had left him for Raoul. He kissed my forehead then lowered his lips to mine. His fingers ran down my throat, the fragile throat that was the core of my innocence, and over to my heaving breasts. He bent over me, his lips on my neck, as his fingers twiddled with the strings of my corset. He successfully and easily pulled it off and threw it to the floor without much concern. I was looking to the floor as he lifted my chin with his finger, forcing my eyes upon him.

He was a patient man. He took his time with me. He made sure I was once again comfortable and then he continued to possess my mind, my body, and my soul. He pulled my gown off over my head and sat me on the table again, as he remained standing. His cold fingers ran down my shoulders as he bit into my soft ivory skin hard enough to draw blood. I cried out softly as his fingers played with my nipples. His index and his thumb rolled each nipple around as he tugged, pinched, and played with them. I cried out and felt myself yearn for him again. The area between my legs grew warm and moist and he knew it. He lowered his lips to my nipples and nibbled on them gently as his hands pried my knees apart to reveal my wet and swollen sex. His fingers crawled in-between my thighs and pinched the swollen lips as I let out a low moan. He smiled and sucked on my left nipple while leaving the other cold and wet. He forced his fingers inside me as I cried out. He felt the wetness that kept growing for him and it satisfied him to see how much I wanted him. His thumb rubbed my clitoris in circular motions and I let out a moan. He kept pushing his fingers in and out of me until I nearly cried out in pleasure... then he pulled away.

I groaned in frustration as a smile formed on Erik's lips.

"Please..." I begged. "Erik, please."

His eyes grew darker as he threw his cloak back, pulled off his belt, and drew out his erect cock. I stared at it, finally able to see it this time. It frightened me how something so dark and grotesque looking could cause me so much pleasure. Then again, did I just not describe Erik in a sense? I reached out to touch it, but not before holding eyes with Erik. He nodded in amusement for permission. I ran my fingers up his hard sex and bit my lip with concentration. Erik seemed to be enjoying this because as soon as I touched him, he moaned and let his head fall back slightly. There was a small amount of pearly liquid at the tip of the head and I brushed it away with my thumb. He growled in pleasure as I watched him with interest. With his pleasure, I felt myself grow hot and moist too. I held him with my fingers wrapped around him. He grabbed my elbow and I gasped, startled. His eyes were on me. They were dark and piercing and I felt myself melt before them.

"You learn quickly, my love," he said in a dark, hoarse voice that sounded almost demonic. I smiled as he stepped forward and kissed the smile away. He pulled me into him, as my breasts pushed against his chest and I could feel his slow but deep breath on me. He thrust my legs open wider roughly as I moaned as cool air hit my hot sex. He grabbed me by my buttocks and lifted me up into his chest, then pushed me against a wall and lowered me slowly onto his hard desire. I moaned loudly and looked down at him, as my arms wrapped around his neck. His face buried into my breasts as he sucked and tugged each nipple. His hands pushed me up and down the wall as I felt my body heat rise rapidly. He moaned loudly, and then began to watch me as I entered a world of pleasure. I could feel his eyes on me even as mine were closed and were fully concentrated on reaching my destination. He thrust into me harder and harder. With each thrust, I moaned softly, my mouth forming a small "O". He tugged on my lip and I could feel him pulse inside me. He thrust harder, faster, wilder -- yet it was all calm and slow. It was hot and passionate.

And then I came. Following me, as if right on cue, he came and exploded inside me. I felt as if filled with liquids. His seed planted in me. He let me down slowly and showered me with kisses.

"Christine, I love you so," he mumbled softly as I sighed, trying to keep my knees from giving out. I kissed him back gratefully as he pushed a curly lock of hair from my sweaty face.

"Oh, Erik," I whispered, "I -- I love you too." He stared into my eyes as if to see if I was lying. I stared at the floor and he smiled. He lifted my chin and kissed my lips.

"Come, my dear, my love. Let's get you to bed." He carried me back down to his home and laid me on his large black swan bed. The silk sheets wrapped and curved around my naked body and kept them cool, but soon enough Erik was in bed next to me. While he was here, naked and filled with passion, nothing would be able to cool me down.

AN: Hah. What a crappy ending. However I am quite proud of my sexy-scene. I have answered the reviews for Chapter Nine and when I get reviews for this too I will post them both. I loved my reviews. Thank you. They are truly VERY appreciated.

"SPOILER WARNING"-- I need you feedback on this issue... it is spoiling it, however, if the idea sucks, I will NOT do it. I need feedback to know if it's okay. I write for you, not for me. If no one is going to read my stories, there is no point in posting them, I believe. So, I better give you the issue. It's spanking. Erik spanking Christine. Duh! Lol. Is it okay? In character? I can't think for myself. That's why I'm a submissive. HAHAHA!

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