As is my signature mark, the wedding night will cover at least two chapters - so just be ready to take that cold shower (or whatever works for you)!
This story marks a stepping stone for me. My other stories have had a virgin Erik and a non-virgin Christine...but this time, I switched it up...let's see how that goes!!
I am not sure how long I will stretch this story out and what events will come to pass that have been mentioned in the body of the story; I have some finishing touches to do on Evie and Julius... but I won't interrupt Erik and Christine to do it.
I am planning on starting an Erik/OC story next - I know that many of you are not interested in such things, but let's have an open mind and let Erik be happy - no matter who he's with; that said, I hope all of my readers will at least give it a try. All of the (main) characters will be in it, but Christine will not be Erik's love interest.
MAN OF SORROWS
CHAPTER 39
Christine had never been inside the Ritz before. She had stood outside gawking at it – wondering what it was like – but she had never stepped inside.
Breathtaking – that was the only way to describe the ornate edifice – inside and out.
Everyone greeted them with genuine smiles and words of greeting, and Christine couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
Erik never let go of her hand as they strolled through the hotel lobby and the rode the elevator up to their room. He cradled her fingers between his and massaged the surface of her hand with his thumb.
He could tell she was dreadfully nervous, but extremely excited, at the same time. He leaned into her and nuzzled her neck, hoping to put her at ease. Of course, the whole nuzzling thing sent his senses reeling and this blood racing.
She smelled of exotic, oriental flowers and a hint of musk; she looked at him with the widest green eyes he had ever seen – and he saw the trust she had in him, reflected in their deep pools.
The elevator opened up inside their room and Christine was in complete awe. It was as large as her apartment – but with more modern facilities and a far nicer ambiance.
The elevator attendant closed the doors, and Erik and Christine were alone – for the first time as husband and wife.
She stood in the living room overlooking the panoramic view of that the room afforded of Battery Park and the surrounding area. The sky was clear and bright, and the stars sparkled down on her as she stared up at them.
Erik came up behind her and placed his hands upon her shoulders; then he leaned down and placed warm, sensual kisses on the exposed flesh of her neck.
"Would you like a drink?"
His voice was like black silk weaving slowly and seductively over her body with maddening precision.
"Yes…I'll take a glass of wine."
Erik poured them both a glass of wine and they stood at the huge window and watched the night unfold.
"I never thought I'd have this, Erik…a man I loved with all my heart and a life I could be proud of."
He smiled a lazy smile and she could see the moon glow in his eyes.
"Je te donnerai quelque chose que tu demande, si ca signifie que tu ne cessera jamais de me regarder de la manière dont tu me regarde maintenant."
He had sat down in one of the chairs and had lopped his leg over the side. His tie was undone, but hung around his neck and his white tuxedo shirt was unbuttoned about half way.
It was the first glimpse of his bare chest that she had ever gotten, and she couldn't help the admiring look she gave him, nor the slow, upward pull of her eyes over his entire body.
"There you go again, melting me with her silken voice and your French tongue."
She could feel her body responding in ways she had never experienced before.
"What did you say?" She whispered.
His response was given in an equally impassioned whisper.
"I'll give you anything you ask, if it means you'll never stop looking at me the way you're looking at me now."
His eyes caught hers and they burned with a passion that Christine was certain would send them both up in flames.
"What do you want me to do, Erik?"
Her voice was pleading and thick with desire; for once, she felt no embarrassment at revealing her wanton desires.
"Come here."
She made her way over to his reclining form and stood in front of him. He instructed her to turn around and he pulled the ties that secured the dress.
"Now, my angel, let the dress make a pool of white at your feet."
This was it; there was no going back. She was about to expose more skin than she had ever exposed before…and her heart raced with the excitement of doing so.
The dress slid down her sensitive body, touching her like thousands of little, silk fingers gliding over her flesh.
Erik finally stood, and barely skimmed his fingers over the softness of her shoulders, the curve of her neckline, and sway of her lower back.
She wore a white, low-back corset; white garters - attached to white thigh-high stockings, and a white pair of panties. Her body was voluptuous and curvy – and Erik ached with the need of her…but he was going to take it slow.
"You have a beautiful body…my angel."
Erik caressed her ear with his voice, once more sending a shot of desire through her.
His hands cupped the sway of her hips and gently squeezed the pliable flesh between his hands. With feathery precision, his long, lean fingers crept up her spine, and then he engulfed her with his strong arms.
They molded her gently against his hard, hot chest and she could feel the effect this was having on him as the pressure of his erection pressed against her backside.
His fingers played across her stomach and the gentle curve of her abdomen; his hands wandered downward and caressed the softness of her upper thighs and he moaned, low and feral, in her ear.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and he found her ear with the hot point of his tongue; and worked her body into a heated frenzy with his magical touch.
She couldn't even support herself on her own legs, she felt like putty in his capable hands. His knee was beneath her and he rested her against it; pulling her back to his chest.
The heat that radiated from her core gathered in the spot where she rested against his curved knee and she unconsciously began moving – not knowing what it was she was trying to achieve.
"Erik…this is such sweet torture….what are you doing to me?"
Her voice was breathy and barely audible. Erik was undoing the garters with delicious slowness; once completed, he moved on to the hooks on the back of her corset.
"I'm making love to you."
The erotically charged, whispered and emboldened words, rumbled in his chest, and Christine felt her body tremble with the anticipation of what was to come.
She quickly gathered her wits and turned toward him. Her hand reached toward his unmarred cheek and the back of her fingers caressed the perfection of it.
"I'm going to remove the mask, you don't need it when it's just us...ever."
He said nothing, but closed his eyes as she gently revealed the man he kept hidden; the part of him that caused him shame and grief.
Her lips touched the crevices and scars as though these was nothing abnormal about any of it.
"I love you, Erik...all of you."
She slowly pushed the jacket off his shoulders; removed the piece of material that was his tie, and then started on the buttons of his shirt.
She teased the spattering of hair that decorated his muscled chest and marveled at how his eyes drifted shut when she swept across his manly nipples – and then marveled even more when they jutted out, much like her own had been since they reached the hotel.
"What a wonder your body is…I never knew a man was as reactive in that area as a woman is."
Erik languidly opened his passion stirred eyes and lifted one side of his mouth in a sensual smirk.
"There are more wonders to come, my angel."
She whispered her lips across his, barely making contact and continued to run her hands across his chest.
"Show me."
He spun her in his arms again and firmly ground his growing excitement into her backside.
His impassioned whisper caressed her ear.
"Feel what you do to me…it's been like this since I first lay eyes on you."
She reached behind her and firmly gripped the part of him that probed her so insistently. He swelled in her hand and he began to ravage her neck with exquisite nibbles of his teeth.
She leaned against him and Erik lifted her into his strong embrace; he carried her into the adjoining room and gently placed her atop the silk bed covers that adorned the king-size mattress.
She was lying across the bed with her hair fanned out beneath her and her succulent body writhing with raw passion. Her eyes, when she drew them over his clad body, were dark and luminous – the green iris' almost completely eclipsed by the black of her pupils.
Erik slowly removed his shirt, exposing his upper body to her hungry eyes; he could feel his erection strain even more as she licked her lips – an innocent but sensual sign of her arousal.
Her wandering toes crept up his thigh and found his swollen arousal; Erik hissed his approval as she fondled him through the material of his pants. He leaned into her curious appendages and swore that he had never been so turned on in his entire life.
Her evocative grin only captured him further, as she moved to her knees in front of him and reached for the zipper of his pants.
TBC