Chapter 4
Elise POV
As silent tears found their way down my face, I waited for Jacques to fall asleep. I soon heard his snores of sleep, and I quickly and quietly leapt from the bed and ran down the hallway. I opened the door and ran to the bathroom. I drew myself a bath and scrubbed my skin until it glistened pink in the dim candlelight. When I finally felt at least somewhat clean of my sins and of Jacques, I toweled off and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep on the large bed that was in the center of the dark burgundy and gold room.
Erik POV
I finally found some peace in my composing. As my pent-up passion, lust, and lack of comprehension of these feelings flow from my fingers into the organ and the paper, I felt myself slowing become relaxed and tired. I reorganized my staff paper into the appointed box, and went to my room. The bathroom was oddly warm, but I figured it was from the candles. I stripped down and placed my mask on my nightstand. As I slid into bed, I felt a warmth radiate from the center. I reached out to find soft skin. I held a candle up to see a startled Elise.
Elise POV
I was awoken by a light shining in my face. I shrieked as I looked up into the face of Erik.
"ERIK! What are you doing in here!" I asked incredulously, blushing as I noticed his lack of clothing.
Erik POV
"The question, mademoiselle, is what are you doing in here?" I cried out, growing embarrassed at the fact that Elise was sitting straight up in my bed, wearing nothing but the bed sheets. Her body was as perfect as I had imagined. A gentle neck curved downward to a graceful set of shoulders and slender arms. Her arms covered her breasts, which were joined to a large ribcage, that I figured must come in handy with music. Her slender, yet meaty waist was enticing, as they made their way into wide hips and muscular legs as I could make out from the thin sheets. I blushed as I realized I was staring immodestly at her.
"Excuse me, mademoiselle. I mumbled, averting my eyes and turning around.
Elise POV
I blushed heavily as I felt his gaze wander over my body. I'd never been so modest in my life, but after my experience with Jacques, I never wanted to be seen in a man's gaze. I allowed my gaze to wander over his body as well. It was perfect, as if he were sculpted in Apollo's image. His large, muscular biceps were connected to wide-set shoulders and washboard abs. I blushed even more heavily as my gaze went downward to find he was aroused. I gasped at the mere length of him. I regularly would have taken advantage of the situation, but I found myself scared once again, and I whimpered. He excused himself and turned around, allowing me to leave. His perfectly strapping bum (A/N-trying not to laugh at this point…) flexed in the candlelight, leaving me mesmerized at the sight of such a perfect figure. From a quick side-glance, I saw his erection jutting outward, and I heard his ragged breathing. Fear emanated from me as I had a flashback to the nightmare that I had just been through.
Jacques was above her, panting, and hurriedly thrusting into her, as he held her hands above her head. He sneered as she tried to escape another kiss from his drunken mouth.
"Having fun, love?" he snickered at her, as she gasped in pain.
I fled the room, with my heart pounding in my chest.