ALL I KNOW OF LOVE
Erik and Christine are the creation of Gaston Leroux; the reference to Persia and some of its customs are derived from Susan Kay's book, "Phantom". All other characters and the backdrop of the story are the creations and property of GerrysJackie.
Some places and all names are fictional.
PLAYERS:
Erik – Gerard Butler - Perfect
Christine – The face and coloring of Zooey Deschanel (Failure to Launch, Elf) – and the body of Marilyn Monroe, except 3 inches taller
Gustav - Billy Connelly – Because I really like him.
Patrick Connelly - Paul Bettany – (A Knights Tale, Firewall, A Beautiful Mind)
Pascal – Mel Gibson's looks (slightly older with graying hair) with the cunning and cruelty of J.R. Ewing from "Dallas".
Madam Marie Forsythe – Miranda Richardson
James Lumpkin (the butler) – Daniel Davis (the butler from the TV show "The Nanny")
Kamilla – Georgie Henley (Chronicles of Narnia)
Duke Sergei Beauvais – Derek Jacobi (Underworld:Evolution)
Kaveh Hushmand - Oded Fehr (The Mummy, The Mummy Returns) - Thank you Mlle.Fox, for suggesting this striking actor as a model for Kaveh.
Use your imagination on all others.
This story has taken a while to develop, but I hope it has been worth it. I have several chapters already written, but I am taking my time. There is humor, drama, and romance in this story, so I hope you will enjoy it.
This rendition of Erik is one of a man who has suffered greatly in his life, at the hands of just about everyone in his life, but his spirit is still intact. He is less self-loathing than others that I have written, but he is very much aware of his self-proclaimed faults. He is dangerous and ruthless, but has had enough of death and destruction. Women are still a mystery to him, and he needs a strong, independent woman who is his equal in every way.
This Christine is not a drop-dead gorgeous woman, but her beauty is less assuming and soft…Erik will see it.
I will try to update twice a week, depending on how quickly I write chapters. I don't anticipate this being a particularly long story, but we'll see.
Enjoy.
I have toned down my love scenes. I felt they were getting a bit raunchy, and that is not what I want. I hope you will still find them invigorating and fulfilling.
CHAPTER 20
If possible, the passion burned deeper in his eyes and Christine felt she would combust from the heat.
"I've loved you since the first time I saw you holding Timmy in your arms…I couldn't get the image out of my head…why do you think I stayed away as much as I did?"
Christine smiled through the tears she was shedding and caressed his face with her hands. He was, by far, the most arrestingly attractive man she had ever known; and he had just admitted that he loved her.
"Why did it take us so long to find each other?"
Erik smiled at her question and placed a kiss upon her tear-stained lips, "Because neither of us was looking for love – I know I wasn't…." Erik wrapped his arms around her and cupped the fullness of her plump backside – pushing her against his engorged staff, "…I just never expected to be loved…."
Christine's eyes closed in pleasure as his hands caressed her. She buried her head in his neck and nibbled gently on his heated skin. She moaned against him as he molded his erection against her abdomen, causing her to squirm against him; she relished the feeling of warmth that spread through her and made her skin prickle from erotic shivers.
There was only one barrier left to break down; and this time, the barrier was hers.
"I have a confession to make – one that you are soon going to find out on your own – but I feel that I should tell you."
Erik looked at her strangely, wondering what she was about to tell him.
"I am not an innocent, Erik…I foolishly lost that when I was sixteen."
Erik furrowed his brow and then reached up and caressed her cheek, "Did you love him?"
"At the time, I thought I did." She confessed. "I was only sixteen."
He nodded and then smiled with relief, "That is all that matters."
Christine released the breath that she had not realized she was holding.
"Whether you think so, or not – you are so handsome…it makes me ache with need." She whispered into him. "I love you so much."
She followed her sweet words with a kiss that sealed the declaration. She moistened the surface of his lips with her tongue and Erik moaned in pleasure; opening up to her.
He rolled them over to put her beneath him, never breaking lip contact. The sheets wrapped around him, but he gracefully maneuvered out of them, pushing them to the floor as he continued to ravish her mouth with expert finesse.
He found the erect nub of her breast and teased its aching point with his fingers, causing Christine to pant in pleasure.
Her body was alive in his hands and he couldn't get enough – he was bringing her pleasure; him…he had never thought to have the joy of a woman's body - but Christine freely offered her bounty to him.
He pulled his mouth from hers and immediately seized the dusky peak of her breast with his hot mouth; something he had done many times in his vivid dreams.
However, this time, she trembled beneath him; writhing her body against his achingly swollen flesh. Erik's desire was to last quite some time before taking his pleasure, but he knew his virgin body would not allow it.
The feel of her in his mouth and in his hands was driving him to near insanity, and despite his best intentions, he had to have her – now.
He wrapped his hand around his pulsing staff and rubbed the throbbing head against her moist center; Christine arched against him and opened her eyes to watch him claim her.
He paused, as though ready to plummet over into an unknown abyss – he wanted to ensure this was what she wanted before he went too far.
She saw the uncertainty in his eyes and smiled longingly up at him, "Give yourself to me...I want you so badly."
He inched into her, slowly taking himself to the depths of her. He had never experienced anything that remotely resembled the rapture he felt as her warmth accepted him and then completely ensconced him.
He buried his head in her breasts and suckled them as he propelled himself into her; she meant each banging thrust of his hips with a low, husky moan and an arch of her own hips.
She was his haven of rest and shelter – in her arms he felt safe and protected from the pain that had become like an unwelcome companion in his life.
He moved his mouth from her breast and buried his head in the column of her neck. The rosewater scent filled his mind and he kissed the soft juncture where her heart was raging, rapid and untamed.
The heavenly sensations shooting through him did not allow him to stay in one spot for very long; and his head shot up. His eyes were closed in delight and his mouth was parted as delirious moans pushed him further down the path of unknown ecstasy.
She pulled him closer to her as her arms encased him in their sanctuary. His ear was at her mouth and she ran her tongue over the surface; the feel of her tongue on his flesh begged for his strong hips to grind into her even deeper.
He felt her inner muscles constrict around him, causing every inch of him to tingle with rapture. Christine cried out with her release and Erik held her to him as she nuzzled his shoulder to muffle her screams of pleasure.
He followed her immediately, releasing a growl of exquisite delight as he poured his seed into her with the force of years of pent up passion.
Their heavy breathing filled the room and the musty scent of lovemaking surrounded them. Erik sought her lips in a tender kiss that spoke more strongly of his love than any words he could have spoken.
"Don't move…not yet." Christine whispered. "I love the feel of you inside me."
Erik smiled down at her, kissed her upturned nose, and winked, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to do that again."
Christine smiled seductively, "We have all night, my love."
Erik made slow, maddening love to her that night; bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with his mouth and hands; and then, finally yielded to her in like manner until they rode the waves of passion together again.
Deep in the starlit night, sated and at peace with the world; Erik Laroque drifted to sleep in the arms of the woman who loved him.
ЖЖ
He had never awakened to the sheer bliss of having a woman's body entwined with his, but he realized it was something he never wanted to be without – as long as that woman was Christine. She was wrapped around him like a cocoon and for the first time in his life, he felt content and happy.
He turned to see her eyes on him, and moved onto his side so he faced her.
"Good morning, husband." She purred.
Erik grinned and leaned in for a kiss.
"Good morning, wife." He purred back.
They shared a leisurely kiss, exploring their newfound love.
"Keep this up and we won't get anything accomplished today." Erik teased, "We have to leave this morning; Sergei is undoubtedly pacing the floor as we speak."
Christine laughed at the thought of the Duke pacing the floors.
Erik stood up and stretched. He grinned at the female appreciation he saw in Christine's eyes; she was openly ogling his body's many hard, muscled surfaces.
'Mmmm, has anyone ever told you what a beautiful body you have?" She questioned, eyeing him with open interest.
His quiet, seductive chuckle felt like a warm breeze to her senses, "The sultana made many such comments, but I assumed she was being sarcastic." He glanced down at his body, not thinking it anything wonderful; and then he lifted his eyes and smirked at her, "So, you want me for my body…" he teased, "…the truth comes out."
His smile was wicked, but she caught him off guard, when she reached over and grabbed his arms, pulling him back onto the bed and fully on top of her.
"I want you for many reasons…but your body is pretty high on the list."
Erik was pinning Christine to the bed when a frantic knock sounded on the door.
"My lord, I cannot find the marchioness, she seems to have disappeared!"
Erik heard the panic in James' voice, looked at Christine, and jumped off the bed. He pulled on his silk robe and pulled the door open.
"My lord…"
"She's here, James, with me….she has been all night."
James relaxed his worried muscles and allowed a smile to creep onto his face.
"So, would this mean that I need to move her things into your suite, my lord?"
He peeked around the broad expanse of Erik's chest and smiled at Christine – who, of course, was mortified and buried her head in the pillow.
"Is there some other man's suite you had in mind, James?" Erik teasingly inquired, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
James, without missing a beat, responded, "Would you like me to start at the bottom of the list, or at the top?"
Erik shot him wolfish grin, "Burn the list…now, where is Sergei?"
"He has just finished his breakfast, my lord; shall I bring you and the Marchioness your breakfast?" James asked with a lilting tone.
"No James, we'll be down." Erik answered.
James left them, with a bow and smirk.
Erik turned back toward Christine and ravished her with molten eyes, "Now…where were we?"
TBC