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Chapter 8

Passion Play

Back down in their world of darkness Erik stood still, shocked into silence by her confession. Moving slowly towards her Erik pinched his arm.

"What are you doing?" Christine asked confused.

"I have seen people do it when they believe themselves to be in a dream, my dear."

"Your verdict then, sir?"

"I am awake, dearest, yet it seems a fairytale." Smiling at him Christine walked closer, until they were a breath apart.

"Well then, Monsieur Opera Ghost," She paused leaning forward to press her lips quickly to his before continuing. "I shall call you Prince Charming if you return the favor."

"Why of course, Princess." He answered with a laugh, her antics amusing him in everyway possible. Erik was now a firm believer that he was indeed awake, for not even his fertile imagination could conjure a Christine so close to the reality. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him.

Lips molding to his passionately, they both let out a contented sigh when they pulled apart.

"I believe all fairytales end with a kiss, my love."

"Well, sweet Christine, we shall have to change that rule wont we?"

"How so?" Her eyebrows raised slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as he answered.

"We will have to delay the kiss, in favor of something more… exuberant."

Christine fought back a scream as Erik swept her feet from under her and into his arms, along with the rest of her.

"So with your permission Mademoiselle Daaé, to the bedroom."

"Yes…" She moaned as her lips moved across the flesh of his neck. One hand knotted into his hair as the other gripped his arm, pulling her as close to him as possible in her present position.

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"So M. Roux, what did you say to my fiancé?" Raoul practically growled at the elderly doctor. "To make her flee from me so?"

"Nothing Sir. Just that…"

"Just what?"

"That she should warn him, is all Vicomte."

"Who should she warn, old man?"

"T- The p- phantom." He stuttered, terrified now by the look of pure rage on the younger man's face.

'God watch out for me.'

"That was all I needed to know." Turning on his heels Raoul walked out of the house, leaving the doctor standing there trembling.

"I must tell someone, he's gone mad!" M. Roux said to himself as the door slammed shut; almost breaking from its hinges at the force.

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Completely naked, Christine lay beneath Erik gently and encouragingly running her hands over his face.

"Take it off Erik."

Terrified of her reaction, he just turned his head away.

"I've already seen it Erik. I am not afraid of you. Please remove your mask before we make love." She pleaded with him.

Looking back at her, he nodded. Not moving his arms from either side of her in fear that he should crush her he nodded and allowed her to peel back the edges of the mask. Pulling the porcelain away from his face, Christine was proud of herself for the thought of gasping or turning away did not even cross her mind. All she could think of was that this man on top of her, her true love would be one with her in a matter of minutes.

Dropping the mask carelessly to the floor beside the swan bed Christine applied her hands to the task of caressing the smooth warm flesh of his back. Slowly moving between them, she began to unbutton his shirt, and then proceeded to push it down his arms.

It also fell to the floor and lay, forgotten. Rolling off her Erik busied himself with removing his dress pants. He gasped as he felt Christine's tongue trace his nipple, his task momentarily forgotten.

"Dearest, I must get undressed."

"Mmmmm hmm…" She moaned, making his skin buzz. Her hands reached down to the waistband of his pants, to undo the last few buttons, pulling the garment the rest of the way down. She shoved the fabric over his hips and down as far as she could before letting go. He broke away from her touch to pull his legs out of the bunched up material. Kicking the last barrier between them to the floor, he rolled back on top of her.

"Erik." She moaned as he slipped one, then two fingers inside of her. "Oh God." She cried out as a third joined.

Her heart thumped in her head as his talented digits worked their magic inside her body. When he felt she was ready, he softly at first began to rub her swollen clitoris, each moan and gasp that passed her lips stroked his ego. When she began to shudder beneath him, and around his fingers he pinched her nub and sucked a nipple into his hungry mouth. His tongue laved her areola as she orgasmed.

Drawing his fingers from her centre and releasing her breast, he grinned down at her. She returned the smile shyly. The contentment was evident on her face. Christine raised a seemingly boneless arm to tenderly touch his marred cheek.

"Will you make love to me now?" She asked knowing very well that the answer would be 'yes'.

Growling slightly in response he grasped his erection and positioned it at her opening. Thinking over which approach would be less painful, entering her slowly or in one thrust. He was saved from having to decide when Christine grasped his buttocks almost painfully and pushed him down on top of her, raising her hips to meet him.

Crying out in pain at the intrusion, which tore her hymen, Christine, dug her nails into Erik's shoulders and bit down hard on her lip to quell the pain somewhat.

"Ssssh my love, it will stop hurting soon." He murmured into her ear, trying to calm the crying girl beneath him, hating to see her in pain. "It will stop hurting soon."

When the pain finally subsided Christine experimentally thrust her hips upwards, her pelvis bumping against Erik's.

Taking her hint, Erik began to move slowly in and out of her tight channel. He rested his hands on either side of her, propping him up as he lowered and raised himself repeatedly.

"Faster, Erik."

Sensing how close she was to another release his hand slipped between their sweat-slicked bodies, gently pinching her clit again. His tongue ran along her neck, tasting the beads of sweat collecting there. As she once again shuddered beneath him, screaming his name in ecstasy, he allowed himself to cum. Lying on top of her completely spent Erik sighed with satisfaction. Rolling to the side as to not crush her, he was careful to keep their bodies joined.

"I don't want to be apart from you yet my love." He murmured into her mussed hair as if reading her mind.

"Nor I, mon Ange. Nor I."

Letting themselves succumb to the sleep of the extremely satisfied, they curled around one another found their point of no return.

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