XVI.
Malika was not used to the new company of the Vicomtess. She came rather early the
next morning so she did not have a lot of time to sleep. Erik had purchased her
several balls of yarn and new knitting needles for herself and her sister. When Erik
had left that morning he had been unsure of leaving her with the Vicomtess. In fact
he would have preferred that she not have come.
"Are you feeling well today?" Christine suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes. Thank you." Malika replied through a strained voice.
She stared down at the beginning of the baby blanket that was forming on her knitting
needles. A soft knock came to the door of the parlor and was accompanied by, "Sister,
may we come in?"
"Of course Linka." She answered as she looked at her two siblings. Linka sat beside
her on the crimson chaise and Lukcas sat in a plush crimson chair in the corner of
the room with a book in his hands. "These are my siblings. Lukcas and Linka." Malika
introduced her siblings to the Vicomtess. "And this is the Vicomtess de Chagny."
"Nice to meet you Vicomtess." Linka politely said.
Lukcas merely nodded his head then looked at the book he was reading. "So your
siblings live with you and Erik? How does he feel about that?"
"He invited them into his home. I am so glad that he did. You see our mother and
father are dead." Malika explained as she continued to knit. She watched her sister
carefully thread her needle and practice her embroidery on a piece of white linen.
"I'm sorry. My parents are dead as well." She paused then asked, "May I ask, where is
your wedding ring Malika? I have noticed that neither you or Erik wear one."
Malika was shocked but knew that eventually she would ask the question. "Erik and I
are having our rings engraved with some choice words on the inside of the rings. It
is taking a while for them to come back. The jeweler is backed up with other orders."
"Oh. Alright. I was curious." Christine accepted her lie.
Malika sighed a sigh of relief. She hoped that the Vicomte hadn't asked Erik the same
question. Because she and Erik had not discussed how they would explain the ring
issue.
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The day passed by in a kind of amiable silence. They spoke sparsely about different
subjects. When lunch came around Malika felt her sickness come on once more and spent
most of the lunch period vomiting in the tub. Christine had been kind enough to pull
back her hair. Still, Christine was no Erik. Erik made her feel better after her
sickness came and went. Christine was just an obstacle as she tried to struggle back
to her feet.
Malika felt the familiar dizziness come over her as she struggled to regain her
balance. She slowly made her way back to the parlor, ignoring her grumbling stomach.
She would eat in a while. She felt terrible and wished Erik was at the manor instead
of Christine. She reclined lazily on the chaise as she tried to knit more of the baby
blanket she was working on.
Christine decided to read to her, so she listened to Christine read various short
stories from an American author known as Edgar Allan Poe. She rather enjoyed
listening to the stories of macabre. Pretty soon time passed by and they heard the
front door open.
Erik entered her vision and she smiled realizing that she would not be in the
Vicomtess' care. "My dear Malika. How has your day been?" He questioned as he came to
her and hugged her gently.
"Tired and somewhat achy. The Vicomtess has been kind enough to read to me while I
have been knitting the baby's blanket." Malika responded softly.
"How kind of her." Erik said through gritted teeth. "Vicomtess. I believe your
husband is waiting. We will see you again."
Christine nodded then told them goodbye and left. Erik waited till she left to pick
up Malika and take her to their bedroom. Malika wrapped her arms around his neck and
smiled as he carefully took her upstairs.
xxxx
Erik turned Malika around to face the bed. His hands nimbly ran down her back as he
unbuttoned her dress. "Was it boring?"
"Dreadfully. Talking to her is like talking to a wall." She responded.
Erik laughed softly. "I suppose it would be."
Malika felt his fingers skim over her shoulders as he gently massaged the sore
muscles. "The Vicomtess asked about our supposed wedding rings."
"What did you say?" Erik questioned.
"I said that we were getting them engraved and that the jeweler had it and the rings
were being held up by other orders." Malika responded with a half-moan.
Erik smiled to himself while running his fingers over her bare shoulders. "Ah. So
that is the story we are to go by. We eventually will have to get rings."
Malika stopped breathing for a moment. Was he possibly suggesting that they might get
married? "Yes." She simply replied. She turned around slowly in his arms and kissed
his lips softly.
Erik pressed back a bruising kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled
her body close to his. "I hate being away from you. I hate knowing that I have to be
away from you while you are pregnant." He kissed her again as she pressed her hands
to his chest and began to unbutton his vest. "Are you feeling well cherie?"
She smiled up at him then said, "Make love to me Erik."
He beamed back at her as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. "And so
I shall." He jerked her chemise over her body and threw the garment in the floor. He
pressed another kiss to her lips as his fingers touched her exposed skin softly. He
then kissed along her jaw line and column of her neck then down to the junction of
her neck and shoulder.
Malika moaned her pleasure loudly. His mouth set fire to her skin and he had yet to
get further. Her hand moved to his head to grasp hair as his lips moved further
downward. "Erik..." She groaned loudly. His lips burned wherever they touched. She
felt as if she was set afire.
Erik moved further downwards. He kissed over her shoulder blades and down the valley
between her breasts. His hands cupped the swollen mounds gently as he took her left
nipple in his mouth and sucked contentedly while hearing her mewls of pleasure.
Malika grasped tufts of hair as he continued his torture. She gripped his hair softly
then said through harsh breaths, "That feels so good Erik."
He smiled up at her then commented, "I would certainly hope so. I cannot be as rough
as I once used to be."
She smiled back. "I should certainly hope you wouldn't be too rough with the baby." Erik push her back flat on the bed. He then kissed over her stomach as his hands moved to cup her swollen stomach. He pressed his ear to her stomach and listened for a few minutes. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to hear the baby." He responded.
"I don't think the baby is that developed yet. Afterall I am almost three months pregnant. I doubt we will be feeling or hearing anything until the fifth or sixth month." Malika explained to him.
Erik smiled then pressed another kiss against her stomach. His hands lowered to unlace her pantalets. Malika smiled as she reached between them and unfastened his pants. He stilled her hands and pushed them above her head. "Let me take care of that." He bared a toothy grin down at her. He swiftly pulled her pantalets off her legs and finished unfastening his pants. He pushed his pants down his hips and kicked out of them.
Malika pulled his body against his, her hands roamed over the planes of his chest. Erik smiled as he pressed another kiss against her lips then wrapped his arms around her waist and positioned himself before her entrance. He stared into her eyes as he slowly entered her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while wrapping her legs around his waist. Erik slowly thrust into her at first, wanting only to be soft and gentle with her as not to cause discomfort to her body. He placed his hands on either side of her body to give him more leverage. Erik heard her groan loudly as his thrusts gained speed. "Oh Erik! Faster...more!"
He obliged and began to quickly thrust as his need was overcoming him. She clung to his body tightly, her nails raking along his back in pleasure. He gritted his teeth as he felt pain well up but ignored it as she kissed him. Erik dipped a tongue in her mouth and felt her tongue entwine with his as he felt her arch against him and go ridged as her inner muscles clamped around him and orgasmed. Erik began thrusting harder until finally he released and groaned as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
"Do me a favor cherie." Erik finally said after regaining his breath.
"What?"
"Keep your nails filed down."
Malika laughed softly then gently kissed the top of his forehead. "I will try to remember that."
He lifted his head to look at her eyes, "Tomorrow I wish to go out with you. Will you feel well enough? Do you think?"
"I think so." Malika replied as she smiled back.
"Good. Now, I think we should get on the bed because you need your rest." Erik commented.
"Oh yes. When have you ever been worried about my rest?"
Erik playfully looked as if he had been insulted. "Why mademoiselle, I have always been concerned for your rest."
She giggled as she got underneath the sheets and blankets. Erik followed suit. He molded his body against hers and pressed a hand protectively over her stomach. "Don't you try anything."
He kissed her cheek softly then said, "No, I shall wait till you are asleep."
"Oh that makes me feel at ease." Malika retorted.
Erik laughed. "I know."
Author's Note: Been busy writing another chapter. I shall try to update soon. Thanks for waiting and thanks for the wonderful reviews. I appreciate it a lot.