Chapter Fifteen:

Erik presented his angel with her wedding dress. Michelle allowed Erik to purchase it. She knew he would find something beautiful for her and, of course, he did. The dress he chose was pure white with parted sleeves, much like a medieval wedding dress though made of a beautiful gauzy material and using silk undergarments in the same color to complete it.

"It's beautiful Erik!" She said as he laid the garment over the chair.

"Only a few more days sweetness. Then we will be married in La Madeleine and a new life will await us together." He told her as she hugged him softly. His lips brushed against hers softly. He swept her up in his arms and sat down in the crimson chaise with her in his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck while gently kissing his lips. "Mmm." He groaned against her mouth. His arms wrapped around her back while he pulled her against his chest. "Angel. We are going to be so happy."

"Yes Erik."

He gently kissed along her neck, showing her affection. She leaned against his chest while feeling his fingers thread in her hair. His tilted her head gently so that she stared into his eyes. "Michelle, I plan to take you in every room of our home." He smiled, a lustful grin crossing his face. He nibbled along the exposed skin of her neck.

She moaned softly as he continued his ministrations on her neck. He laughed softly while his hand skirted underneath her breasts. "Oh Erik. You tease." She groaned as his large hand grasped her breast. She gasped.

"Yes angel." He whispered then picked her up and took her into their bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he climbed over her and moved his hands to cup her breasts. "Yes. I can and I want to be a tease."

She pressed her hands against his chest feeling his powerful and hard muscles beneath her hands. "Erik, do you want to be a father?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Wondering, that's all."

"Of course I do angel. I want to know what it is like to see you grow with a baby."

"Give me a baby."

He grinned then quickly unbuttoned her dress as she reached up to unbutton his overcoat and crisp white shirt. He grasped her hands and pinned them above her head. "Keep them there." He continued unbuttoning while moving the material to the side. His lips pressed over the top of her breasts as she groaned. He pulled her dress down her hips and finally off her body. She parted her legs as he discarded her dress in the floor.

Pushing her underskirt up her hips, he revealed the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. He bunched the material around her hips. Erik kissed along her neck gently while her hands wrapped around his neck. "You've changed Erik."

"I have?"

"For the better."

He smiled then nuzzled her neck. Erik then whispered in her ear, "I cannot wait till our wedding."

"Me neither. We don't have long. Only a few more days."

"Then you shall become Madame Opera Ghost." Erik said with a laugh.

Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Oh? The Opera Ghost reins over the opera house, what shall I rein over?"

He laughed again while gently running his hands up her stomach. "You will rein over the Opera Ghost himself."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Afterall, someone has to keep a rein over the ghost's business life and personal life." She laughed softly then kissed his lips and rolled over him, bringing him to rest beneath her. He laughed as she playfully attacked his neck with short kisses. Erik couldn't help notice how they already acted like a married couple. There was still kinks to work out, like where they would live and when they would tell Michelle's father. However, for now, they were content in being with each other.

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"What do you mean you can't do anything about it!" Armand yelled as he stood up from the chair he sat in. "One of your ballerinas' is having relations with this ghost or whatever you wish to call him. Do you not find that important?"

"We can't prove a thing unless you want us to violate Michelle's privacy, which we cannot do as employers." Andre replied.

"She could be raped for all you care."

"I doubt so monsieur. We have a very secure premises." Firmin interrupted. "Besides, we've never seen her at her happiest. Surely if anything detrimental had happened, it would have affected her performance by now."

"I have heard voices in her room. She's speaking with a man. There is something going on and you must get to the bottom of it."

"Monsieur, we will speak to Michelle, but until then you do not need to bother her. Now please leave us." Andre told him.

"Fine." Armand replied then left the two owners.

Andre sighed heavily. "We can't risk angering the Opera Ghost this time." He said as he took out a letter.

"Doesn't it seem though, that he isn't bothering us as much with demands?" Firmin asked as he took the letter and looked at it. The letter was dated a month ago.

"Yes. We cannot interfere with the Opera Ghost and Michelle. Last time was a disaster. Michelle is a least keeping his demands in control."

Firmin nodded then commented, "We won't do anything unless we have to."

Andre nodded his agreement then slipped the letter beneath a stack of papers before they left the room.

A/N:

Sorry for the long update. Been sick with the flu. Hope you like this chapter. More to come.

Your obedient author,

Pyrite