A/N Sorry but this chapter contains some sexual content. It is a necessary thing for the story but if you are offended or not interested in something like that, please just skip over it. Enjoy and review.

Ch. 3

Both Erik and I thought that taking a walk would be a good idea. We would see the land that we would be living on and we could get a chance to talk about some of the serious aspects of our relationship. I believe Erik sensed what was going to be happing on our walk and I was quite certain he dreaded it.

I would like to believe that somewhere in Erik's heart he felt some regret for what he had done to me. I knew that I regretted everything I had done to him.

As we walked around the land it was actually very beautiful, but I am pretty sure that Erik knew what he was purchasing. He was a man of perfection and he liked to surround himself with perfection. It was far from the city which was nice considering I did not want to be around anyone except for Erik.

"Did you come out here and look at all of this on one of the occasions you would send me away so that you could work?" I questioned wondering when he could have seen all this.

"I purchased it right before I found out that you had accepted the Vicomte's proposal. I bought it for us." He told me looking away in fear of crying.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." I told him as I grabbed his hand. "Please forgive me, Erik."

It was then he broke down and clung to me like the desperate, lonely child he was.

"No Christine, please forgive me of all my sins. I was so wrong in the way I went after you. I just did not think that you would ever choose to love me over what you had. I was just so scared of being alone again; you have been the only light in my life. I love you."

Erik's sorrow, regret, and pain seemed to reek off his body and it began to make me cry too. He was such an unhappy person, it was strange to think that I was the reason he was happy.

"I am sorry; I would give anything to have not put you in that place of murder or submission." Erik cried. "But I want to know."

This was the question I had put out of my mind in hope he would not ask it. I had hoped that he would not doubt my love, but I suppose under the circumstances of the previous months, he had every right to doubt me.

"Did you choose me because you loved me or because you wanted Raoul to be safe?"

I could feel the fear in him. My words would make him or break him.

"I choose you because I love you, because you were the person that had always been there for me when no one else was." It felt great to finally say the words out loud.

I lifted Erik's chin up to see nothing more but undying devotion and love in his eyes. I smiled at him and lifted my mouth up to meet his. This kiss was similar to our first. Our kiss was sweet but I could taste his tears as I am sure he could taste mine. But there was passion in his kiss this time. Back at the opera his kiss had been one full of surprise and awe. I believe he was so scared that his passion laid with Raoul and his attempt to murder him.

But this kiss was so full of passion that I began to feel more than I think I was supposed to. Desire and lust were running through my veins and I could feel Goosebumps on my skin. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as Erik deepened the kiss. I pulled away to breath and I could see his desire and lust mirroring mine.

"Marry me Christine." Erik whispered as he ran kisses down my neck. "Marry me and I will make you so happy."

Erik pulled me up from my backside and I could feel his arousal through his pants. I knew it was a sin, but I wanted Erik now, regardless if we were not yet married. God would forgive my sins, but I could not forgive my self if I was to deny us what we both so desperately wanted and needed.

"I will marry you Erik." I answered him as I brought my lips to his. "Make me yours."

We were not far from the house so with my plea, Erik picked me up as if I weighed less than a feather. We ravaged and explored each others mouth both wanting to move forward with discovering one another.

Erik never took his lips from mine as he walked us back to the house. My arousal in the situation grew as he grunted softly when I took his erection into my hand. I could see the surprise in his eyes when I did that.

When we reached the dining room of the house, I could tell that Erik had no intention of going to our bed room.

"Erik, we cannot do this here." I cried out in protest as he laid me on the table and began to unbutton my dress.

"Yes we can." He said as he kissed my neck, then he whispered in my ear. "And we will."

I grabbed his head and brought my lips to his once more.

Through everything, I hardly felt Erik removing my clothes and I barely remember removing his. All I could see was him. That was all I wanted to see. I wanted to just stay like we were. But my body ached to have him inside me.

I needed him inside me.

I took his manhood in my hand and caressed him softly. It pleasured me to see the pleasure in Erik's eyes from my actions. I had almost squealed when I felt his hands touch me. It was a sensation I had never thought possible.

"Put you fingers inside me." I told him breathy.

When he did that I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. How was it possible that this felt so good?

"Yes Erik, yes." I cried out in pure pleasure.

I could hear him moan a bit before speaking to me.

"Christine, I need to be inside you." Erik pleaded.

"I need you inside me." I responded.

I had heard on many occasions from many of the older ballerinas that the first time with a man would be painful. Well they were defiantly not lying. I had held my breath when Erik entered me. It was very painful, but it still pleasured me more than I could have thought possible.

Is seemed that we were a perfect fit.

Slowly and deliberately, Erik began to thrust exceedingly slow. He was teasing me and he knew it. He brought be closer to him and began to grab my breasts. He kissed me and teased me like I never thought possible.

Each thrust brought us closer and closer to the pleasure that we were so eagerly awaiting. When Erik and I finally climaxed together, I felt like this was where I was destined to be the rest of my life. I was made to be with him. He was made to be with me. I looked to see Erik look at me with a satisfied expression.

"That felt good." I told him.

"No, that felt wonderful." Erik told me.

"I love you Erik."

"Christine I love you too."

"Lets do it again."

We had spent the next week like that. Lying in bed together, making love at different hours of the day. It all was too perfect, life was not supposed to be this happy was it?

If one had told me a year ago, that I would sin a horrible sin, I would not have believed them. But now, somehow, when I looked at Erik's happy, satisfied face, after our love making, my sins did not seem to matter. It sounded wrong but God would forgive me. I knew Erik would still love and want me. Why feel embarrassed?

Erik seemed to worship my body just a much as I worshiped his. I was as if we had been made for one another. As an after thought to Raoul's and my relationship, I was extremely happy for refusing him all those times he had begged me to sleep with him. I do not believe that I could have forgiven myself had I betrayed Erik in such a way. I did not know it then, but I was his in complete mind, body, and soul.

I know now that that would never change.

I had only been with Erik about a week, but it blew my mind how much I realized loved this man.

"Christine, tell me what you are thinking about." Erik asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"About earlier." I confessed. "And about how I love you."

His smile was so contagious. "You will never know how happy you have made me."

I have no idea as to why, but his words had struck a nerve. "Why do you believe that?"

"I do not want to talk of such things right now Christine. We can do that later." He told me firmly as he got out of bed and slipped his pants on.

"No Erik, I want you to tell me why you don't think I understand how happy you are." I replied back hotly as I rose on the bed.

"Christine please lets not do this." He continued as he put the mask on.

This just made me madder. He was trying to hide from me behind that stupid piece of leather. I leaned over and pried the mask off his face and threw it to the floor. His face held more shock by my action then I had ever seen.

"Don't hide behind that damn thing Erik, if we are going to argue then I want to argue with Erik not with the Phantom." I shrieked at him. "Why do you doubt my love for you. I want to know."

It was a moment before he looked at me in the eyes. His anger scared me more than I knew. But that was Erik, his anger had always scared me and it probably always would. I knew he would never hurt me, but it did not make the situation any less tense.

When he spoke, I felt my heart fall. Life would never be continuously happy.

"Why did you say yes to the Vicomte's proposal?" Erik asked. "You have said this past week that you have loved me from the start, then why Christine, why did you say yes? Tell me, I want to know."