A/N: Hello hello hello :D! A great thank you to all of my reviewers, you absolutely rock!
For my anonymous reviewers ;D :
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SO... this is ''The-Long-Awaited-Chapter'';)... I am pretty sure that after reading it most of you will want to wring my neck and in order to avoid that i m going to...*grabs a bottle of water and starts running*... leeeeeeeeeeeeeeave hahahahahahaha!
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Judging by the cover
Chapter 14: Finding the truth out
Christine had almost returned when she abruptly stopped. She had come to the conclusion she couldn't continue this comedy anymore. She loved Erik, but being the whole time by his side knowing they could never be together was a pure torture. Her love and desire for him were tearing her apart... that is why this story had to end.
She slowly walked on the mansion's front yard. She had no idea about what she was going to do. A thought what to kneel in front of Erik and beg him to spare her from their agreement. About Carlotta's offer she would say nothing for he wouldn't believe her anyway. If only he let her explain to him... open her heart to him. Then things could be so different.
But that wasn't right either. Erik was smart. If he heard her, he would immediately understand her feelings for him. And she was not going to allow anything like that to happen.
When she entered the house she rushed to their room, which fortunately was empty. The maid had already changed the sheets. Christine put off the bikini she had been wearing the entire morning, went to the bathroom and stood under the cold water to cool her burning, from the sun, skin.
...
"Erik!" Carlotta approached him happily as she watched him exiting his grandfather's office.
"Not now, Carlotta!" he cut her. After two hours of trying to comprehend his feelings, wasting his time with Carlotta was the last thing he could handle. And especially now that he had decided he wanted to speak with Christine without further delay.
Because now he had confessed to himself the truth. He loved Christine. He had no idea when or how it happened. No matter how hard he tried to give answers to these questions he always failed. However, his body and soul claimed the right to love and need her. And no matter how hard his logic tried to resist, a voice inside him shouted that without her his life had no value.
He loved her despite her former mistakes. He loved her exactly as she was, he didn't care she was seducing men and selling her body.
These things he was thinking the two hours he was supposed to work. Finally, he gave up and decided to find her and talk to her... to ask her... or even beg her...
"Is Christine outside?" he asked Carlotta while he was walking away from her.
This was the chance she was seeking to spill more of her venom. Because, if she had made Christine leave Erik, it would have been way easier.
"Oh! You don't know? She went for a walk... with Joseph! I know you are not going to like what I am going to say, Erik, but... You know Joe, and Christine responds clearly... Not when you are present of course."
"Erik!" Antoinette shouted after him few moments later. She tried to stop him but in vain.
"Not now, Antoinette, I don't have the time..." he shouted as he was heading to his and Christine's room.
"He seems very angry." Antoinette thought.
...
Erik heard water running in the bathroom when he entered the bedroom after slamming the door.
"Christine?" Erik asked suspiciously.
Christine almost lost her balance as she bumped onto his chest when he opened the door and stood in front of her. She stared at him speechless. She had just finished her shower and was wrapping a towel around her body.
"Why were you having a shower?" he asked with narrow eyes.
"Because..." it was difficult to hide her surprise "Because I walked in the sun and..."
The wave of jealousy that hit him was so strong that he felt his body hurt. Sensual scenes with Christine and Joseph starring filled his brain and then just like every person in love, who cannot bear to imagine his love in another's arms, he acted without thinking.
He grabbed her arms and his fingers dag into her soft flesh "So, you couldn't wait, huh?" he murmured "Where did he take you?"
"Who?" Christine looked at him struggling to understand his weird behaviour "What the..."
But Erik was not going to listen to her.
"You did it in the fields, huh? You didn't think that perhaps someone could see you? Unless this way you like it more... Is this what you want, Christine? Surrender to everyone without logic? I guess something like this happens... don't you forget that I have personal experience in this matter. I know how much you like the others to hurt you, humiliate you, use you... Let's see if I can match your expectations. If I can give you what you want..."
Jealousy had driven him crazy. He had lost all his self control and he wanted nothing more than to confirm his sovereignty on her. To conquer her body and her soul, to make her his and erase from her memory each other man's existence!
"What happened to him? What turned cold Erik to a fiery, full of passion male?" Christine was trying to give answers but...
His passion that was flooding like a river of fire started burning her too. The fire and desire broke every wall which hid her emotions, and surrendered to the fever that made her melt with wanting.
"Is this what I wanted?" she asked herself. Did she want him to look at her with such lust in his eyes? A lust that showed he could hardly keep under control his desire for her?
While staring at him, she realised something strange happening to her. Because, as long as she watched Erik losing control, she let her emotions free.
"You are mine!" he whispered in her ear, pulling her on him tighter "Mine, Christine. And whatever belongs to me... I want it to have my seal." He finally said.
Christine felt her skin tingling and her body becoming hot while he was caressing her, and she shivered at the feeling of his hands ascending her bare arms and encircle her face.
"Kiss me, Erik." She pleaded huskily surprising both of them with her courage and her sensual voice. "Kiss me..." she repeated and saw his eyes sparkling with lust.
"I promise you that I will do many more things than kissing you..." Erik ensured her and unwrapped her towel. "Many more!" he repeated meaningfully. "But if you want me to kiss you first..."
His hands caressed her shoulders and then her neck, massaging softly with his thumbs and finally his lips applied gentle kisses on her throat and the base of her neck, where her pulse was thundering.
"Where exactly do you want me to kiss you? Tell me, Christine... Here...? And here...? Or here?"
His mouth travelled from her chin to her cheeks and then to her neck, without getting closer to her lips. Until Christine couldn't take anymore this torture, she touched his masked side and turned his face to hers. Erik flinched at her touch and grabbed her hand in a vice grip.
Christine tried to protest, but instead, a sigh of happiness left her lips as she felt, at last, his mouth covering hers with desire.
"Erik...oh Erik..." Christine whispered and slipped her now free hand into his hair.
He shivered at her fingers' caress to his skull; however, what totally undid him was Christine's curious tongue that drew the outline of his lips.
Erik raised slightly his head and observed their reflections at the bathroom's mirror. Christine, in bone and flesh, was indeed in his arms and pressed her bare breasts onto his sternum, while tasting and returning his kisses with longing.
Without thinking, he looked at his hands as they were caressing voraciously Christine's pale, soft body... broad and tanned, they reminded him of a corsair's hands who longed to touch his treasure.
In the passion's fever, he pulled Christine more violently to him and he heard her moan in bliss. Her moan was the beginning of a new wave of desire inside Erik and he was ready to get rid of all his clothes. But before, he wanted to punish her naughty tongue that stopped all of his efforts to gain some self control.
He kissed her with passion and felt her tremble with lust.
"God! What is happening between us is the miracle of my life... the reason I was born." Christine thought. Here, in Erik's embrace found the absolute meaning of love and passion.
Suddenly, she had forgotten what she wanted to tell him, that she wanted to leave and give an end to everything, but... What was now happening was exactly what she yearned for since the very first moment.
Erik not being able to hold back anymore, raised Christine into his arms and went to the bedroom. He didn't care what she had been doing till that very moment... but from that day until the end of time she would be his.
The heavy curtains were closed and at the room's meagre light Christine's skin seemed almost see-through and Erik bowed to his urges by bending over her and caressing slowly her erected buds with his lips, making her shiver.
"No, I don't want us to rush things..." he murmured close to her ear as she started writhing under his body. She had lost her mind with his hands on her and the teasing rhythm of his hips. At that moment only Erik's pants separated her centre from his burning erection and with each grind she could feel him swell.
"I want us to enjoy every single moment..." he groaned as he outlined with his index finger her nipple and finally buried his face in her breasts.
He suckled and licked them like a little babe. Then he encircled them with his large hands and brought both of her pink mounds inside his mouth.
Christine arched her back at this ultimate pleasure. "I want you so much...so much it hurts..." she froze while listening to her own voice. Suddenly, she felt only uncertainty and concern.
Alas... too late... Erik had already heard her. He rose from the bed, undressed and laid next to her capturing her gaze with his.
"Where do you want me, Christine? Tell me..." he moved closer to her ear and whispered hotly "Show me..."
The huskiness in his voice both frightened and aroused her.
Erik without waiting for her response he began rubbing slowly, with the back of his hand, the curly hair between Christine's legs.
"You haven't answered me Christine..." he reminded her and kept drawing invisible circles on her groin till she felt she would faint from the pleasure.
"Tell me... tell me... What do you like?" Erik insisted while kissing softly her face and lapping her breasts vigorously.
"I want you, Erik... I..." Christine said stiflingly and stopped because his mouth caught hers in a kiss so fiery and possessive that she started trembling.
"Look at me!"
She did tentatively what he had asked. She opened her eyes and met his that were shining strangely. And then Erik began caressing her slowly... softly... methodically at the nape of her neck, her breasts, her hips, and finally her moist core.
He parted her lower lips with his fingers and attempted to insert one of them inside her. Christine yelped and grabbed his shoulders. He grinned devilishly and licked her earlobe as he continued massaging her.
Under his experienced hands her body finally relaxed and began responding to his magical caresses. And like that wasn't enough...
"I cannot take it anymore... I can't... I want you so much..." Erik whispered on her lips as his mouth sealed hers in a passionate kiss.
Her tongue danced with his and teasingly sucked it in her mouth. Erik growled deeply in his throat and moved on top of her.
"The next time, we'll do it slower." He promised and pecked her softly and lovingly.
Christine lost her mind at his look of adoration and the meaning of his words... "The next time..." she repeated in her mind. She felt like dying from happiness. Because that 'the next time' meant that Erik had feelings for her.
Suddenly the room's air pulsated from their passion's intensity. Their bodies were moving synchronised just like the bodies of old lovers.
Every sigh and every whisper brought them closer, not only physically but mentally too.
So, when Erik finally whispered to her "Now, Christine...Oh god, now!" she understood. She wrapped spontaneously her legs around his waist and raised her hips in order to meet him. Erik groaned at the first feeling of her hot, wet heat and caught his shaft in his hand. He lubricated the head at her moisture while teasing her swollen clitoris and with a long hard thrust he entered her.
He heard his cry as he made her his. A loud, triumphant cry that was cut abruptly when it met an obstacle he never imagined.
Although his mind and soul understood what had happened, his body refused to cooperate and continued violently its way to vanish the barrier. In his every move he felt the Christine's response , who after the first shock totally let herself give into the primal pleasure. And while Erik was conquering her body, she understood for the first time what being a woman means and let her tears slip freely... tears of gratitude that escorted their last spasms.
Suddenly, Christine felt someone trembling. She didn't know though whether it was Erik or she... or both of them. Few moments before, Erik shouted her name as he reached his peak and then he had wrapped her into his strong arms. The completeness his embrace had offered her, made her eyes fill with tears again.
Trying to breathe normally, Erik turned and looked at Christine. She was crying silently and her tears were slipping on her soft cheeks "Are they tears of pain?" he wondered and his heart immediately tightened. "Am I the cause of them? Because..."
But still... his mind refused to admit the reality. "She can't be a virgin... No... it's not possible..." he thought.
However, the truth was different and he was quite aware of it. No matter how hard he tried to refuse it. He had hurt her... For his own pleasure he had made her sacrifice her innocence... pay with the purity of her body his passion...
Feeling guilty, and disgust with himself, he pulled away from her, separating their bodies.
"Erik?" surprised by his behaviour, Christine gave him an uncertain look. "Why did he stop caressing me? Holding me in his arms?" she wondered. "What... What happened?"
"Do you really have to ask?" he replied abruptly "Why didn't you tell me... Why didn't you stop me?"
The anger in his voice destroyed her happiness and caused her tension and disappointment. Because she understood that something so unique and beautiful for her meant absolutely nothing for Erik.
"You had to stop me!" he repeated.
Feeling utterly disgusted with himself he raised from bed and walked towards the bathroom. When he returned he had a towel around his hips and was holding a bathrobe. He handed it to Christine and turned away, giving her few moments of privacy. She sat up and with trembling hands she tried to wear it.
"What am I going to tell him if he insists in pushing me to reveal why I didn't stop him?" she thought while struggling with the bathrobe's belt. Erik turned then and saw her. He exhaled nervously; he took the belt in his hants and tied it properly.
"You are not safe to walk alone here." He abruptly burst "You do understand that, don't you? Even if I had behaved the way I should, Joseph..."
"Joseph!" Christine repeated the name in contempt. "Why are you talking about him now? He's so awful..."
"But this didn't stop you from going on a walk with him."
"I never did that!" Christine protested strongly.
"Carlotta told me you went for a walk." Erik insisted.
"Indeed. But alone. There were a few things I wanted to... reconsider and..." she lowered her head and avoided eye contact with him. "I want to return home, Erik..." she cried "I cannot take it any more..."
Erik knew exactly what she was going to tell him... that she couldn't live there after the way he treated her...
"You had to tell me!" he interrupted her "If I knew that you were a virgin..." he stopped and chew at his bottom lip.
It was the first time Christine had seen him doing so... he seemed so vulnerable.
"He feels guilty for stealing my innocence, but he doesn't care that he broke my heart." Christine thought with anger. Like the innocence of the soul, something she had lost forever, was something of low importance. But how could she be so naive and believe, even for one moment, that Erik had feelings for her? She must be crazy! Yes, crazy... but crazy because of her love for him...
"I thought..." she heard him say.
But that was her turn to cut him "I know exactly what you thought! Your opinion is clear to me. You think I am a cheap and stupid whore who approached you just for your money. And you are so sure about yourself that you never let me explain. Because it s comfortable to think the worst about me. I suppose your pride would be hurt if you learned that you are wrong..."
While she was talking, Erik was scrutinising her. And it hurt him that jealousy had made him treat her so...outrageously. He desperately longed to take her in his arms, to dry her tears with his kisses, to whisper to her how much he loved her and ask for her forgiveness for all the pain he had caused her.
But if he wanted to be honest, he had to admit that the only thing he desired was to lay her body on the bed, take off her bathrobe and caress with his lips every millimetre of her body... to show her in his own way how much he loved her. But the way things had turned to be... he was not allowed to do any of these...
"Explain me now..." he offered in an effort to avoid taking her in his arms.
At the beginning Christine was tempted to refuse, but then she saw that there was no reason to do so. She decided to tell him the truth and she would... leave him. However, she wouldn't tell him why.
Despite her sadness, she knew she would melt from happiness if Erik raised his arms and drive her into his warm, secure embrace... if he stopped hurting her with his words and let her believe, with his kisses and touches, that he loved her as much as she did.
But of course all of these were stupid daydreaming and had nothing to do with reality. So, she picked up her mind and started talking to him about Meg, Raoul and Hillary.
...
"She made you do such thing?" Erik exhaled angrily.
Christine had told him every reason Hillary used to convince her to be more... sexy.
Then a soft knock interrupted them. It was Antoinette, who entered impetuously.
"Grandpa is here." She announced "He is looking forward to seeing you both."
"I'd better get dressed." Christine stated nervously.
However, Antoinette thought she was simply nervous about meeting their grandfather. And turned to her cousin "Erik, you and me have to talk before you see grandpa." She warned in a serious tone...
A/N: *voice sounds from kilometres away* so, how was it? just let me know ;)...
OH! IMPORTANT: after several reviews and PMs i got... i decided to THROW A LITTLE COMPETITION... just for fun ;)... the topic is: CREATIVE WAYS TO KILL CARLOTTA :P... now the prize will be hmmm...*thinks* a part from the 1st chapter of the story i m working on this period... what do you think ;) ? deadline will be Sunday the 5th of September...