Christine thought maybe leaving France would be best, but she did not say anything out loud. She could not bear the thought of leaving. She had hoped to raise her children here. If she stayed in France would she live to bear children?

"Erik I don't know if I could leave. Lets just stay here for a while. Maybe Raoul will give up and we can start our lives here."

"Do you really believe that?" Erik looked at her skeptically.

"No."

"I didn't think so."

"I am just scared. I didn't think this would happen. I love you Erik." She snuggled in next to him. "I dont want to lose you again."

Erik kissed the top of her head. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him feeling her warmth.

"You never lost me." he whispered into her ear.

Christine sighed. She felt so safe with him. She never thought she would feel this way again after her father died. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. A slow smile spread across her face.

Erik spread a blanket out. They laid down on it. Christine snuggled next to him. He held her close. He raised her head and kissed her deeply. Christine kissed him back. Her arms found their way around his neck pulling him into her. Erik pulled back and kissed her neck.

"Oh Christine" he whispered in her ear.

Christine moaned as Erik kissed her neck, nibbled her hear and ran his hands over her body. She loved the way butterflies flew in her belly when he placed a hand on her. Electricity shot through her body when he kissed her. She ran her hands over his chest. Her fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt. She cursed silently. She kissed him deeply. She wanted him.

"Are you OK?" Erik asked when he felt Christine's body tense up.

"Yes fine" Christine answered. "I am just finally getting what I wanted. Just a little nervous. That's all."

Erik hugged Christine close. "Relax. Just be yourself." He kissed her lips.

As Erik slipped her dress off, Christine let her mind go. He softly ran his finger tips down her arms causing her to shiver with delight. Erik met with no resistance from Christine as he slide off her stockings. Christine hinted for a kiss with a sensual moan of ecstasy. Erik gave in to her will and began kissing her like she had never been kissed before. All of Christine's doubts and fears as of late just melted away till she was caught up in the feeling of the moment. She gripped his shirt pulling him close...when she felt his chest she pulled back his shirt. She ran her fingers down his chest. His scent filled her. She closed her eyes in pure delight. She pulled him close again as he unhooked her corset. A small giggle escaped her lips as he cupped her breasts in his hands.

"You are so beautiful." Erik whispered.

"Thank you." Christine bent her head back as Erik kissed her neck. "I want you so bad"

"I want you too," Erik replied. He ran his hands up her body. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He breathed her in filling himself with her scent. He could not hold back any longer. He slid his hand up her thighs.

"Oh Christine." he breathed. He slid off his pants. He had to have her. He removed her pantaloones.

Christine arched her back in pleasure. She slid on top of him and situated herself. She gasped with pleasure as the slid down and he entered her. It felt amazing. Christine leaned down and kissed him lightly. She sat up as Erik grabbed her hips. His touch sent chills down her spine. She supressed a shudder.

Erik arched his back pushing himself farther into her. She moaned. Erik smiled. She looked amazing. Sexier then ever. He ran his fingers through her dark curly hair. She gasped with pleasure.

Christine rocked her hips hard. Her body temperature rising with each movement. She pushed down harder. Erik pushed up. The friction almost became more then they could bear. At the same time they reached out for each other. The climax was sensationable. They kissed like they would never see each other again. Like it was all over for both of them.

Christine started to cry. She was so happy. She buried her head into Eriks shoulder. Erik put his arms around her. He held her close. He did not understand why she was crying. She didn't either. They held each other till they fell asleep.

Raoul looked at the map in his study. He had worked his way along the sewers of the Opera House. He would find them sooner or later. He had men in every tunnel of the sewer. One of them was bound to find them. It was just a matter of time.

"Sir...we have reason to believe we found them. They are heading north..." thesamesmall meekman started.

"Well why are you talking...get moving. Get my fiance back." He never turned from his map. He started looking at the north bound pipes. If they had only been traveling for two days then they cannott be very far. He estimated on his map that they should only be about a mile or two up the way. He turned away from the map. Walking to his cabnet he picked up his jacket.

"Sometimes if you want anything done right...you have to do it yourself." He opened the door and pulled out his winchester rifle.