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Chapter Six – By Moonlight
Istanbul 1875
I have known from the moment that Erik called to me from the room that I am playing with fire. The way his voice shakes, the sounds of harsh breathing, they all alert me that I am torturing him with my voice more than any other soul can with the world's greatest weapons of torture. All of this I know…and I like it. Nay, I love it. To think, the infamous Phantom of the Opera humbled at the voice of a small thing like me.
"Past the point of no return," I whisper in his ear, pulling him to me, one hand upon his neck and the other gripping his arm, "no going back now! Our passion play has now at last begun!" The words of the song sink into me, resonating within the both of us as I press my damp, bare body against Erik's back. I can sense that he is trying not to give in to me, but his soft groan tells me that it is otherwise.
"Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question!" I continue, moving my hands tantalizingly down Erik's arms, taking his wrists and holding them behind his back, clasping my small fingers firmly around them. Taking a deep breath, I continue singing as I begin to pull Erik backwards with me. "How long should we two wait before we're one?"
It is somewhat surprising, and yet not at all, when Erik complies and walks back with me as I lead him towards the washroom, trying not to trip myself up. "When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?" I practically shout the last part as Erik whirls around, breaking free of my hands. In a moment I feel my back hit the wall of the room, Erik's hands under my arms dragging me upwards, his body pressed solidly against my own.
Breathing heavily, I do not continue to sing just yet, watching Erik's face as his eyes travel my body as they did that night back in Persia. This time, however, his hands join them. He presses his lips hotly against mine, coaxing my mouth open and plundering it with his tongue as he traces his warm, large hands down neck to my shoulders and arms. I feel his hands take mine, pulling my arms up and around his neck. I comply willingly, pressing my body closer, hooking my ankles around the backs of Erik's thighs.
"Past the point of no return," he growls against my mouth, his voice full of raw sexuality and need as his hands grip my waist, smoothing up and down my back, occasionally dipping forward to touch my breasts, "the final threshold! The bridge is crossed…"
"So stand and watch it burn!" I add, drawing Erik closer still with my hands and legs. I pull my lips away from his and trail kisses all over his face and neck, pushing his mask off as I go, and he does not even flinch. Finally, I move away, leaning back against the wall and murmuring, "We've passed the point of no return."
I feel my feet hit the ground as I am enveloped in Erik's embrace, my body snug against his, his arms around my back like large steel bands, unmoving. "Oh Christine," he moans, pressing against me, giving me time to notice his aroused state. "Oh Christine," he says again, swooping down to kiss me once again, this time less forceful but, if it is possible, even more passionate.
Silently, I take his hand in my much smaller one and lead him towards my original destination of the washroom. As we walk through the doorway, Erik closes it behind us and I head for the tub, still full of steamy water. My hands skate down Erik's sides, gripping his shirt and pulling it from his pants; it is quite a relief that he has removed all of the other, extravagant garments he'd been wearing, and he is now only in pants and a shirt. Well, now simply pants as I drag the soft linen over his head and toss it aside.
Continuing to move backward towards the tub, I take the laces on Erik's pants, untying them as we walk. His feet, I see, are bare, another welcome relief. When I finish with the laces, I feel the backs of my knees hit the rim of the tub, and I carefully step over the edge and into the hot water, sinking down into it. The tub is quite large and deep, nearly large enough for me to lie down fully, and I do, wallowing in the water as Erik removes his pants, throwing them into a pile with his shirt.
Erik then climbs over the rim of the tub and into the steamy water, wading on his knees over to me at the opposite side. I pull myself up against the back edge of the tub, reclining against it when he reaches me, and I extend my arms to him, taking his hands with mine and pulling him up to meet me. He catches my eye for a moment before bending over and capturing my lips with his own, his hands moving of their own accord to cradle my back. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, kissing me again as his hands explore my body, down as far as my knees and up into my hair.
Throwing my weight against him, I flip Erik over onto his back, never breaking the intimate contact of our lips. I lie to his side, hands on his shoulders, lips on his as his hands move across the slick, wet skin of my body, sending shivers up and down my spine. Even in the water I can feel heat pooling at the apex of my thighs, skin tingling almost uncontrollably.
I lift my head from his, tracing a hand along his perfect cheek. "Christine, this is wrong." My face contorts in confusion as he continues. "We're in a bathtub! You expect me to make love to you here?"
A little chuckle bubbles from my mouth and I bury my face against Erik's chest. "You wish to be somewhere else?"
"Very much," he replies, rising to his feet and stepping from the tub. I follow suit and I am no sooner on my feet than I am whisked up in his arms, one on my back and the other beneath my knees.
Erik turns to walk out of the washroom when I speak, "A towel?" I look into Erik's perfect gray-green eyes, questioning him.
"No," his voice is short but husky as well, another reminder to me of his wanting. I do not argue, realizing that it will be perfectly useless, as Erik carries me through the apartment to our bed, lying me down upon the comforter and then coming to rest beside me. Moonlight from the uncovered window spills down upon us, sparkling in Erik's eyes and surely in mine as well. But there is something else in his eyes as he looks upon me, not just the moonlight. There is happiness. There is bliss. There is a look of pure and utter tranquility, and for this I am eternally thankful. One year ago, I was not the only one in misery, and now I am not the only one whose wounds have begun to heal.
Erik's head dips down to mine, pressing a chaste kiss on my mouth before rewarding the burning, damp skin of my face, neck and shoulders. His lips gently kiss and suck at the flushed, sensitive skin of my breasts and I let out a cry in – what other word is there? – ecstasy. I cannot stop myself from emitting soft mewing sounds as Erik continues his ministrations on my chest, nor can I keep my fingers from entangling themselves in Erik's hair, natural and fake, holding him against me.
However, I am forced to let go when his head descends even lower, his lips caressing the smooth flesh of my abdomen. I can almost feel him smile against me as his mouth moves even lower down, and I feel a deep burning in the pit of my stomach, a combination of anxiety and lust. Erik's fingers are like a vice on my hips, holding me down as his lips come into gentle contact with the dark thatch of curls hiding my most womanly secret.
It is all I can do not to fully shriek, squirming against Erik's mouth and hands. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?" I stutter, my whole body shaking. Erik ignores me altogether and moves his head and lips even lower, moving my legs apart as he does. I open my mouth to speak when waves of sheer and utter pleasure course through my veins, damp heat collecting between my thighs. I bite my lip, trying not to cry out, but I emit soft moans nonetheless. It feels as though I am begging for something, and I find I am. "Erik, please stop," I whimper, even though I'm unsure why exactly I want him to stop, because I don't. "Please!"
"No, mademoiselle," he says seductively, pressing another kiss against me. "You've had your turn with that voice of yours; now it is mine." But not a moment later he rises from between my legs, wiping his mouth discreetly on his arm. Erik moves himself up beside me, his body flush against mine as he kisses me softly.
"Why did you stop?" I whine, pressing closer and feeling the hardness of his manhood against my leg.
Erik lets out a low laugh and replies, "First you want me stop and now you want me to continue?" Kissing me again, he shifts slightly, his form half covering my own.
Blushing profusely, I admit, "I'm not entirely sure what I want and what I don't." I expect Erik to laugh at me like a small, naïve child, but instead he recoils a little, moving away. "What's wrong?" I ask, concerned. Taking Erik in my arms, I pull him closer and tilt his head so he looks at me. "Erik?"
"Christine, I've…" I push my lips against his momentarily and then look at him, my face full of questioning. "Christine, I've…I've never done this before," he mutters, trying not to look at me. His actions tug at my conscience, his words even more so.
"Hush," I say, taking his head to my breast like a mother. "You say you have not had sex or made love to a woman?" He shakes his head against my chest and I shift my body below his, looking up into his face. "Erik, tonight I believe we may call this making love, no?" Erik nods in affirmation and I smile. "Then I have not done this either."
My whole body is tingling, begging for something unknown but necessary as Erik lifts himself up on his elbows, holding his body above mine so as not to crush me with his greater weight. I let my mouth crease in another smile as he looks upon me with veneration, warmth flooding my body from both desire and from joy. Natural instinct seemingly takes over, my legs shifting farther apart of their own accord, my ankles hooking behind Erik's legs and pulling him down on top of me, his body resting in the natural cradle of my legs.
Erik's breathing is harsh and ragged, heavy with lust that matches and exceeds my own. "Oh God, Christine," he moans, his head hanging above my chest. "Christine I…I can't. I want to be with you so badly, Christine, and I just…can't."
"Yes you can," I whisper soothingly, smoothing a hand down Erik's back and around in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I wrap my fingers deftly around Erik's hardened manhood, eliciting from him a primal growl. I lean back against the pillows, angling my body so I can look at Erik, eyes glazed over. Gently, I coax Erik towards me, never lessening my grip on him, positioning him over me. "Now, Erik," I beg, shifting lower and making us closer. "You cannot hurt me unless you leave me now."
I hear Erik crying before I see it, his eyes closed, tears dripping off onto my chest. He places his hands on my cheeks, pulling my face to his and taking my breath away with the most beautiful and heartfelt kiss I have ever received. "Christine, forgive me; I cannot wait."
"Don't let me keep you," I reply coyly. Erik emits a hoarse groan before shoving his weight against me, joining us in the most intimate way. A high-pitched cry escapes my lips and I arch my back against Erik's body. I close my eyes tightly, tears springing forth as I feel Erik shuddering above me. Though there is no pain, I do not remember ever feeling so, well, stretched with Hamir. It certainly was more painful with him, but it was that he was hurting me. Erik is not trying to hurt me and yet it is almost uncomfortable.
I open my eyes to see Erik choking back tears, his body shaking. "Oh Christine," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper but dark and passionate. "Christine, I…"
"Do what feels right," I force out as the feelings of discomfort begin to be replaced with the most intense feelings of pleasure it has ever been my joy to experience. "I am learning with you." I see Erik's face softening, relaxing, letting instinct lead. The tingling sensation between my legs is only increased as Erik pulls away and forces himself deeper inside me with a powerful flex of his hips.
Crying out again, I lift my legs to wrap around the base of Erik's spine, clutching to him with all of my limbs. Another strong thrust from Erik sends me back farther against the pillows, my back arching, my neck hanging back. The feeling of needing something returns, more fierce than before like a raging inferno that must be put out. Instinctively I match Erik's movements with my own, pressing and moving against his hips with mine.
Erik emits a strained growl, thrusting against me and pulling me firmly to his chest. "Help me, Christine," he pants, and, though I am not sure quite what I am doing, I work harder against him and lean up to kiss him. Our lips duel on as Erik pushes me even more into an upright position, pressing so roughly against me that I know there will be bruises come tomorrow. But I don't care. I can barely think through the feelings of need and desire, that all I can do is try harder to achieve my goal, whatever that goal is.
"Christine!" Erik tears his lips from mine and shouts my name into the heavy air, pulling me so close to him I feel as though we'll be welded together from the intense heat. He thrusts into me once more before waves of pleasure hit me, starting at the base of my spine and sending jolts throughout the rest of me. Damp heat floods me as Erik pants harshly into my hair. Moaning, I use my legs to keep Erik from moving until the shockwaves subside. "Oh Christine," he cries into my hair, holding me more gently and lovingly. "Oh Christine, I love you so much."
And there we fall asleep, still entangled intimately, bare-bodied and content atop the soaking wet comforter.
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