Christine was chatting with Reza when I returned. I managed to contain myself sufficiently to exchange pleasantries and sip a cognac; fortunately my Angel understood the message in my eyes and we excused ourselves relatively quickly.
I seized upon her with bestial urgency; this she tolerated with better humor than it merited. I ripped her bodice in my frenzy to reach her flesh.
"Erik! You're ruining my dress!" Her womanly laughter caught me out of sorts. I tore my trousers open and forced her to accept her creation.
"It's no laughing matter, Christine! See what you do to me; yes, take it, touch it!" I fell on her, pinning her to the bed and driving her breath from her lungs. She gasped and pulled at me, allowing herself to be swept up in the tide of my arousal.
I ripped her skirts away, and held her wide. "It's yours, Christine, and useless--unless it pleasures you. Tell me it pleasures you. Tell me!" I demanded, plunging deeply into her burning, honeyed cavern. She cried out and enfolded me utterly.
"You know how you pleasure me," she moaned. "Quiet now, and take me," she urged, raising her hips to meet me. She matched my thrusts and we sang a wordless duet. Her voice drove my passion higher than I had imagined possible. Still, I managed to wait on her fulfillment, though I don't know how.
"Christine, I'm dying; sing for me. Sing," I panted. Her moans made music no man could ever write. Her strength increased as her release approached; I was scarcely able to move as she pulled me still closer.
"Will you swallow me up?" I worried, trembling.
"Yes, and keep you inside me forever," she promised. Crying out, she arched her back and squeezed me sharply with her potent release. "Erik, come; now!"
She commands me in all things, and so took my soul inside her. I felt it surge out of me with my seed; and I prayed—yes, I prayed--that she would keep it better than I had. I melted wordlessly and she cradled me as my poor mother never found the heart to do.
Ultimately, I was chilled from my reverie. Christine stroked my back patiently, waiting for me to remove my bulk.
"I'm sorry, Darling. Most unchivalrous of me," I murmured, drawing the covers up over us.
"I don't mind," she sighed, snuggling. "You were unstoppable."
"Yes; I'm sorry," I replied, embarrassed.
"Oh, no; it was heavenly," she confessed. "I like to think that you want me so much that you can't contain yourself. It makes me feel like a temptress."
"But you are a temptress, Christine; you are my only temptress."
Her eyes told me she believed, but... "I don't think of myself that way; I feel rather conventional to be a temptress. I'm not exotic, or—"
"You are anything but conventional, my love. Even if you weren't the most beautiful girl in the world, your inner workings make you the most fascinating and complicated of god's creations. As for exotic…well, suffice it to say that harem girls are overrated, in my experience."
She blushed. "I think you're prejudiced in my favor."
"Are you saying I'm insincere?" I feigned umbrage.
"No, not at all. I just think perhaps you're not objective."
"Hm. You may be right. I am rather…close…though not as close as I'd like to be." My lips found their favorite spot on her neck; she squirmed appreciatively as I sucked.
"More?" she asked, surprised.
"More," I confirmed. We rolled together fluidly as she accommodated me between her thighs once more.
Something is wrong with my mind. I mean, a thought—not even a thought, I don't know what to call it...Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a leaden grief and I crumpled against her.
"How can you look at me? How can you look at me?" I wailed.
"Erik!" she cried, alarmed. "What is it? What's wrong, my Angel?" She clutched my ghastly head ever closer.
"I'm no angel, Christine; don't call me 'angel'," I moaned. "I love you, Christine, believe me! Oh, god, how I love you!"
I felt concern for me in her touch. She should be worried; who knows when my wits will desert me irrevocably?
"I know you love me, Erik; I believe you," she soothed, confused. "Here, rest…kiss me, Erik, and rest." She rocked me to sleep against her innocent breast.
"Erik…" My angel caressed me awake. "Erik…you're late this morning…"
I grumbled and reached for her. "Nooo." I burrowed under the covers for my treasure, but she clamped her knees together and shrunk from me.
"What are you doing? Erik!" she squealed, amused and horrified.
"Breakfast," I murmured. We tussled agreeably.
"Don't!" she insisted, "I'm a mess—no!"
"Ssshhh, it's a mess we made," I reminded her. I flicked her bud to life. "Remember?"
"I remember," she sighed, surrendering easily. I slipped a finger inside, tickling her desire awake. My tongue explored her dewy folds.
"Erik, Erik." She pushed at my shoulders, urging me away. "Erik! The door."
"What!"
"Someone—Darius? Someone's at the door," she whispered.
"Jesus CHRIST!" I spat. I pulled on my dressing gown, slipped my mask on and snatched the door open. "Darius. What?"
"Your foreman, Sir. He is calling for you." Ah. Yes, the cave-in. I'd quite forgotten, ha-ha.
"I'll be down directly."
I turned mournfully to Christine. "Jules is here, my Love. You see? Not even for one morning may Christine and Erik have peace..."
"I told you you were late!" she giggled. I crawled back onto the bed for a final kiss. "Hurry back to me, my stallion," she whispered, smoke in her eyes.
Ouch. I had all to do simply wrestling my unruly friend into my trousers. I shrugged into my shirt and rushed down to Jules.
"Another cave-in." he declared simply.
"What, this morning!" I cried.
"No; during the night. No one was there." I sighed and clapped his shoulder. "But…it was your office. Everything inside, all your records, the plans—"
I waved him off. "No matter, no matter, if no one was there."
"You don't want to get in, then?"
I shook my head. "Not worth the expense or the delay. Let's make another inspection. If all is well, there's no problem. I'll work again on the plans and we'll re-collect the information from the men. Come, we've lost enough time already. I thank god it was at night, Jules."
He nodded. He seemed to be in agreement with not bothering to re-open the room. "I sent the men home directly."
"Right, let's have a look then."