Chapter Sixteen:

Armand snuck into the two managers' office and looked for something that would help him. Beneath a stack of papers he found a paper with black ink, written in an elegant shorthand and signed with the initials O.G. He read the letter:

'Messieurs Andre and Firmin,

I am pleased with the management of the opera house so far. The prima ballerina is exceptional and I expect her to remain in her position. This Marie girl is a cow and does not deserve the stage. Mademoiselle de Chatillion is a wonderful dancer and I do not expect her to be replaced.

Furthurmore, you must not let Marie to attempt any more roughplay or sabatoging of Michelle's performance. I will not have it. If this continues, then I will be forced to take matters in my hands.

Your obedient servant,

O.G.'

This man was crazy. He was obsessed with her and he now had her in his hands. The Opera Ghost had to be stopped somehow. But how would he stop him?

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Erik pressed his hands over her waist while smoothing the white material over her hips. They both looked in the mirror as she placed her hands over his. His lips grazed her neck as her eyes closed in pleasure and she gasped softly. "Erik no. We'll be late."

"Maybe I want to be late." He growled in her ear.

"No. We can make love later." She replied then squealed as his hands came up to cup her breasts. "Stop being mean."

He laughed in her ear then squeezed her breasts then pulled away quickly so she couldn't slap him. He laughed once more as she playfully slapped his hands. "Monsieur Opera Ghost, if you are going to be bad then later I might have to punish you like a naughty little boy."

Erik raised an eyebrow at her then said, "The things I am going to do to you tonight are rather naughty angel." He then grabbed her waist tightly and nuzzled his head against her breasts. His hands lowered over her behind and squeezed suddenly causing tiny creases in the fabric to appear.

"Erik!" She protested. He laughed as he watched her straighten the back end of her dress. "What is with you maestro?"

"I am excited angel."

"Save your excitement for later."

He frowned playfully then grasped her hand in his larger one. "Let's go angel. I want to call you wife by the end of the day.

She smiled at him and nodded happily.

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The wedding was held at La Madeleine, a small church near the opera house. There was no one to share the moment with them. Only themselves and the priest. Michelle was Catholic which made Erik only want to give her the perfect wedding. Erik felt a bit uncomfortable standing in front of the altar alone, however when Michelle walked down the aisle, everything seemed perfect. The dress he had picked out for her was a perfect fit.

Erik had bought rings for them earlier in the week and he had given them to the preist. He held her hand as they said their vows together. The preist was kind and understanding to their situation. He performed the ceremony quickly. Erik was happy when he saw her wearing her wedding ring. He was even more happy when he heard those words that pronounced them man and wife. He kissed her passionately as his arms wrapped around her waist. They thanked the preist then left for their home in the opera house.

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Erik pulled Michelle on his lap with her facing him. "My wife. My beautiful wife." She smiled at him as his lips grazed her neck softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightening her hold on him. His lips caught her ear lobe and sucked gently on the flesh. He withdrew and whispered, "You couldn't have made me any happier."

"No? I want to make you happier."

He laughed as he caressed her backside. "How do you plan to do that?"

She shrugged her shoulders, giving him a good view of her cleavage. "When do you plan to take me to bed?"

He laughed once more. "My wife wishes to go to bed now?" Smiling, she grabbed his hand then stood up and led him to their bedroom. When they reached their bedroom he turned her around to face him. "I've wanted this for so long angel. You have no idea."

"I want to give you everything Erik." She said then gently kissed his lips and pulled his hands over her hips.

His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his hard chest. "I've waited for you all my life. You are so kind and loving and giving Michelle. I have never felt so blessed." He kissed along her jaw and down her neck. She groaned softly then stilled him with her hands.

"One thing at a time Erik. Can you help me out of my dress?"

"It would be an honor." He replied then turned her around and began to unbutton the back of her dress. It seemed that there were so many buttons. He growled as he reached the last button. He pulled the dress down revealing her white undergarments. She quickly stood out of the dress and picked up the dress then draped the garment over the chair.

He gasped softly as she tackled him to the bed, all the while unbuttoning his coat, vest, and crisp shirt. "You're quick angel." He said as he helped her take off his garments.

She smiled then commented, "I want to give you pleasure tonight."

Picking her up, he gently placed her on the bed and focused on taking off her camisole. She pressed her hands over his own and gently stopped him. "What is it angel?"

"Erik, i'm not going to break. You've been so gentle to me but I want this night to be more passionate." She replied as she gently kissed his cheek.

She groaned after he ripped off her camisole and took her lips in a searing kiss. Her hands grasped his shoulders as he moved her to the middle of the bed and parted from her lips to kiss down her neck quickly. She groaned as his hands moved down her waist and worked her pantalets and stockings off.

After discarding the garments in the floor and quickly sat between her parted legs. "Erik." She moaned his name softly in his ear. His lips traversed down her chest and along the valley between her breasts. Erik's hands grasped her breasts as his lips slipped over her left nipple causing her to gasp loudly. Her hands moved to his head. She laced her fingers in his hair pulling slightly harder than usual.

He stopped for a moment to look up at her impassioned face. "Be careful angel."

"Baby." Michelle replied playfully.

He raised an eyebrow at her as she giggled softly. "Baby? No angel. Husband. A baby is what grows inside of you." He replied with a laugh.

Michelle surprisingly rolled him on his back and straddled his hips. They shared a laugh as she began to work on unbuttoning his pants. He groaned as he felt her move over his hips and between his legs. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned his pants and released his cock into her hands. Michelle looked at him seriously now. "Give me a baby. Lets make a family Erik. We'll leave the opera house and go to my family's summer house near Paris."

Erik quickly rolled her beneath him while panting loudly. "I could never refuse to do anything for you my angel. I'll give you a baby. I want to see my wife grow with a child."

"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked as she ticked an eyebrow upwards.

He growled then slid into her core with a fierceness that made them both gasp a little. Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer to her. Erik laced his fingers with hers as he slid home, causing her to moan loudly. "Erik!" She gasped as his hips flexed powerfully against her own. She unlaced her fingers from one hand to wrap her arm around his neck. He grasped the sheets with his free hand to steady himself as he constantly moved rhythmatically in and out of her body. Erik buried his face in her neck and heard her scream his name as they both climaxed.

Michelle shuddered beneath him and gripped his body to hers as he rolled her on top of his spent body. After gently kissing her lips he said, "You are so wonderful Michelle. I love you my angel, my wife."

She smiled then kissed his sweaty forehead, "I love you too Erik. My maestro and husband." She paused then said, "So where to next maestro?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You're ready that quickly?"

"We can rest silly. I thought that you said you were going to take me everywhere in our home."

"I plan to." He said. "After we take a rest."

"By the way Erik, how many rooms are in our home?"

"My dear we would need a year to have sex everywhere in the opera house. However here we have the kitchen, dining room, my study, the music room, the main room, the parlor, and the bathroom."

"I'm going to be so sore in the morning."

"I'll tell Madame Giry you have had a previous engagement to attend to that has kept you off your feet."

Michelle laughed softly then curled up beside him and gently stroked his face. "Love you Erik."

"I love you too angel." Erik replied then gently covered both of them up with a sheet.

A/N:

Forgive me for not being able to update. Flu and major homework has kept me away. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Review please!

Your obedient author,

Pyrite