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) Thanks Mlle.Fox!
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.
This chapter is short but VERY sweet. I thought you lovely people might need a bit of a rest after the intense content of the last chapter.
CHAPTER 23
The room was warm and quaint, with a small terrace overlooking the flower garden that Manuela meticulously tended every season.
Erik had stepped out onto it, hoping to clear his mind and sort through all the unfamiliar images he was processing.
The night air was cool for the first week in May, but he supposed the mountain air was always slightly chilled.
He had removed his shirt and the moonlight moved over his muscled torso like the seductive strands of a haunting melody.
"You look like a Greek god." Christine murmured.
She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist; he leaned back into her loving embrace and reflected on how safe he felt in her arms.
"What are you thinking about?"
Erik turned in her arms and pulled her to him, wrapping her in a warm hug.
"How much my life has changed in just a few short months."
His chin rested atop her head and she could hear the steady, strong beat of his heart against her ear. The low drum of his voice as he spoke had a lulling effect on her, and her eyes closed in response.
"If someone would have told me a year ago that I would have a wife who loves me and desires me, I would have laughed at them…and now, I not only have a wife who loves and desires me, but I also have a grandmother who has loved me since I was born."
The overwhelming truth of it all was almost more than Erik could take in, but he wanted it, all of it – more than he was willing to admit.
"I never expected the pain to be so….personal." Erik whispered "Knowing that my father is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of not only my mother, but every member of my family – except my grandmother."
His eyes were shadowed by the night, but as she pulled back and stared into them, Christine knew he was reliving the events as his grandmother had told them.
She needed to ease that pain and there was one way she knew would bring him the peace – if only fleeting – he needed to make it through the night.
She ran her hands over the soft flesh of Erik's chest as he stood before her. She marveled at the way his muscles flirted with her palm as she caressed him.
She replaced her hands by barely touching her lips to his starved flesh, causing goose bumps to cover him and a soft sigh to escape his mouth. He shivered under her hands and she reached up and placed a gentle kiss upon this lips.
"Ssssshhhhh…my love…give your pain to me…" She whispered.
"Christine…the ache is so…" he couldn't even bring the words to mind that described the complete despondency he felt, "…all the wasted years…my family…"
She took his hand and led him to the bed; she swallowed the lump in her throat and gently laid him down across it. His eyes closed to the softness of her hands, the scent of her skin, and the promise of her love.
She fanned her hand across his chest as the she lay down beside him.
"Let me pleasure you…I want nothing more than to do just that…"
Christine caressed his ear with her words and moved her hand down the chiseled muscles of his abdomen.
Her nimble fingers found the closing at the front of his pants and worked it loose as her moist tongue tickled across the surface of his chest, capturing his manly nipple in her mouth.
He moaned beneath her, but his eyes remained shut. He had no idea what she planned to do with him, but he loved the feel of her hands and mouth on him and his only desire was to surrender to her will.
Her hand wound inside his pants and under his underclothes to the hardened swell of his cock. Erik surged into her hand as he growled low in his chest.
His flesh fascinated her – the contradiction in texture was amazing and wonderful. His skin was soft and tender to the touch, but the staff was hard and stiff – it was an exciting phenomenon.
The knowledge of the pleasure she would soon give him caused a moist surge from her body and she felt her own desire pooling.
She kissed her way down his chest and then pushed his pants down and off him; his underclothing soon followed; and Erik, bare, bold, and beautiful, lay in front of her.
His body was a sculptured work of art. His muscles danced in the candle light, and she sighed in wonderment of his beauty.
She spread his legs with her searching, soft hands and he still didn't open his eyes; but when she laid her body down between his legs and gripped his cock in her hands, he languidly opened his eyes to observe her exploration of his body.
"That feels so good." He uttered in the softest of tones.
His head drifted back to rest upon the soft surface of the bed and he moaned faintly, urging her on with his pleasurable sounds.
She massaged the head gently as he pushed himself upward and into her hand. He placed his large hand over hers and showed her the rhythm he enjoyed, coaxing her into a steady, firm pace.
Christine watched the pleasure on his face and the beat of his heart at the juncture of his throat; he was especially beautiful when wearing the erotic shades of lovemaking.
She could feel him swelling in her hand and knew it was time to change the pace; she wanted him to experience pleasure in many ways.
She steadied her hand and moved her mouth to the pink head that jutted out toward her, begging for attention.
Erik's head bolted up and his eyes found hers. He was shocked into silence, but the pleasure that shot through him forced his erection further into her mouth.
"Oh…dear….lord…." he finally stuttered as she set a completely different pace; one that would send him spiraling over the edge.
She moved her mouth and tongue over him with a thoroughness that had him writhing beneath her; completely oblivious to anything else – the world did not exist – just Christine and the joy she was bringing him.
She could feel him nearing his climax and slowed her pace; she moved from him and stripped away her own clothing in record time. Erik watched her from beneath long, lazy lashes, a smile of contented joy on his lips.
Christine crawled back on top of him and took his mouth in a passionate kiss, winding her tongue around his as she sheathed his body in hers.
Erik raised his hips to hers as she rode atop him. She set up and braced her hands on his pectoral muscles as his hands circled her hips, and the pace became frenzied.
Her hair hung down her back and skirted across his hips, adding to the sensation of touch. Erik could feel the building inferno within him and knew he was going to topple over the edge in a short time.
She sensed it and increased her strokes. She placed her feet to each side of him and pumped him with long, deep thrusts.
She felt her body grip him deeper and then spasm around him as she plummeted toward her release and then heard him follow in loud harmony.
She laid herself over him, kissing his chest as he finished his forceful movements and finally wrapped his arms around her in completion.
He didn't say anything for the longest time, he just held her in his arms; one hand rubbed her back and the other ran through her hair.
"How did I ever make it through life without you?" he whispered.
Christine smiled and looked down into this face.
"I ask myself that same question when I realize how blessed I am to have you."
He smiled and kissed her mouth gently.
"I love you, Christine – with all that I am…" his eyes were the softest shade of green she had ever seen.
"Not as much as I love you." Christine teased.
Erik chuckled with a tired yawn and pulled her down to him again.
In a matter of minutes, they were both asleep.
TBC