Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera does not belong to me (though I think if it were up to him, he wouldn't belong to anyone), only my own characters do.

Author's Note:

As promised the next chapter and another reason why this story is rated M. If you can't handle what two consenting adults get up when they are alone, then don't read this. On the other hand, if you're a bit of a voyeur then please continue, but don't blame me if the steam shorts out your monitor.

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Phantom of the Glen

Chapter 14

Music of the Night

Erik kissed her with all the passion he'd been holding in for the past few months. He held her tightly as his tongue slid across her lips, seeking permission and acceptance. Incredibly her lips parted for him and she began returning his ardent kiss.

At first S'ray was shocked by his sudden boldness, but then she parted her lips and began kissing him back. She slid her arms under his coat and around his waist, pulling him tightly against her body. She felt his groan of desire as she returned his kiss in kind and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and pulled away from her. The phantom was breathing heavily and gazed down on her with eyes darkened by desire. "Sorry . . . shouldn't . . . shouldn't have done that," he gasped.

She didn't say anything; she just reached up and brought his mouth back down to hers. Her fingers tangled in his midnight hair, holding his mouth to her own. One of his hands stroked down her side to grasp her hips and press them close to his own. S'ray obliged him and slid one of her legs up his and encircled his waist. Erik's thigh slid between hers as her hands moved to push his jacket from his shoulders.

"Oh God, S'ray," he moaned moving his mouth to her neck. "Sorry . . . should . . . stop."

"Why?" she gasped as he pulled away again.

"Alve . . . I . . . don't . . . deserve," he panted, trying to regain control of himself.

"Do you want me?" she demanded pulling him down so their foreheads touched and she could look him in the eyes.

"What do you think?" he groaned pressing his evident arousal against her.

She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath at his intimate contact. "Then dammit man, don't stop," she growled. She captured his mouth in a searing kiss, nibbling on his lower lip.

Erik couldn't help but respond to her actions. He shrugged out of his coat as she pushed it farther off his shoulders. His hands moved to her hips and lifted her up against himself. S'ray wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as the kiss grew more heated.

He felt her hands move to his chest and begin to undo the buttons on his waist coat. His mouth moved down to her neck, licking and biting at the soft skin. A sound somewhere between as gasp and a cry of pain escaped her lips.

"Sorry," he groaned grinding himself against her.

"I'm fine," she gasped starting to pull his shirt open now that she'd finished unbuttoning his waist coat.

One of his hands moved up the ties on her tunic and pulled it open. Then his hand slid up and pushed the fabric from her right shoulder. His hungry mouth moved to the shoulder he'd just exposed, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

She slid one arm inside his half-open shirt and the other around his neck, gripping him tightly. Her feet were busy kicking off her boots; first one fell to the ground and then the other. Finally free, her legs wound him again, pulling him close to her hot core.

Erik couldn't control himself anymore, he had to have S'ray. His hand moved to the ties on one of her pant legs and yanked. The suede cord pulled out of the eyelets as he worked his hand inside to grasp her bare buttock. Then he repeated the same action with his other hand. She moaned in his ear as he pressed her against the trunk of the tree.

She moved her hands down between them to the buttons on his trousers. She impatiently yanked the buttons open and pushed pants and all down his lean hips. He growled into her neck and pulled her tunic farther down, exposing one of her breasts. "Oh Erik," she gasped as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Then his mouth moved lower and he licked the hardened peak.

He growled in frustration, as he tried to pull her pants off. Sensing what he wanted, she moved one of her legs so he could pull the material off. Acting on instinct alone now, Erik pulled her bare leg back up and buried himself inside her.

S'ray cried out and dug her fingers into his shoulders, there was more to him than she expected. She felt him pause briefly and then slowly start to thrust inside her. Her knees slid up higher along his body to better accommodate his movements. Erik's hot breath on her bare skin and the sheer maleness of him only served to increase her desire for him.

He drove faster into her, his breath coming in short huffs. It felt so good to be inside her, he didn't want it to stop. Erik grasped her hips and pulled her closer even as he thrust within her. He felt her tighten around him and with a sharp cry, she shuddered in release. He drove into her one final time and growled out his own satisfaction.

For a while the only sound was that of their labored breathing. Both had their eyes closed and didn't notice the many other pairs of eyes that watched them intently. A slight rustling in the brush was the only indication that several of the little people had left to spread the word.

Slowly, Erik came back to his senses and the realization of what he'd just done hit him like a ton of bricks. "Oh God, S'ray," he groaned lifting his head, but unable to meet her eyes he was so ashamed of his actions. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"For what?" she whispered lifting his chin so she could look at him.

"What I've done, it's unforgivable," he replied dropping his eyes.

"What have you done?" she asked sliding her thumb along his jaw line.

"My God, I've raped you," he said with an anguished cry.

"Strange, I don't remember it that way," she smiled. "In fact I think I was a very willing partner."

"But," he protested and was silenced by one of her fingers over his lips.

"Shh," she smiled and pulled his lips down to hers again.

Erik's eyes closed in ecstasy as she kissed him again. Her mouth was so sweet and soft; his hands moved up to her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. He groaned into her mouth as he felt his barely quieted desire rise up anew. He pulled back from her, breaking the kiss, his breath coming hard. "S'ray," he gasped holding her back. "If you're not careful, I may loose control again. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have already."

"Oh you stupid half-goblin," she said shaking her head in frustration. "Don't you understand? I want you as much as you want me."

The phantom looked at her in shock; never in all his life had he ever imagined that a woman would ever want him. He had especially never hoped that one as beautiful as S'ray would want him, let alone admit it to his abhorrent face.

"I know you've been looking at me these past two months," she said settling her hands on his shoulders.

Erik's face became red in shame and he turned away from her. Damn you Erik, he silently cursed himself. He closed his eyes so she couldn't see the weakness that threatened to erupt from him at any moment.

"I know because I've been looking at you too," she confessed stroking the back of his neck.

He turned back to her, shock evident upon his face. "Why?" he whispered, afraid of her answer, no matter what it may be.

"First you're a very handsome and attractive man. Second, I've grown to really love you these past few months," S'ray smiled at him.

Erik felt his heart stop beating at the words she just said to him. Words that he'd longed to hear from anyone his entire life. Suddenly his heart lurched back to life, beating wildly in his chest now. Had S'ray just said that she loved him? Him? The Opera Ghost? A monster and a murderer?

"I understand if you don't feel the same for me," she said mistaking the meaning of his silence. "And if this is all you can give me, I'll accept that."

He didn't know what to say, his mind wasn't working properly yet. S'ray loved him! No one had ever said that they loved him; not his own mother and certainly not Christine either. Now his sudden inability to act quickly was pushing his incredible woman away. Desperate not to lose S'ray as well, he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her again and again and again.

S'ray moaned soft and low as he kissed her, her fingers sliding into his hair. Erik moved from her delicious mouth to her jaw and then to her neck. She tilted her head back to give him better access and bumped her head on the tree trunk that he still held her against. "Damn," she muttered softly.

"What?" he asked raising his head. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not you. I just hit my head on the tree," she answered.

It was then that the phantom realized where they were and the position they were still in. He suddenly colored red again at the possibility that anyone had seen him rutting with the Guardian like they were animals.

"Maybe if we lay down on the grass instead," she suggested.

"You'll need to let me go for that," he smiled.

"Same goes for you," S'ray said unwrapping her legs from around his waist. Erik slid from her embrace and yanked his trousers up so he wouldn't trip on them. S'ray moved to a more concealed spot by the tree and lay down on the grass before him. The phantom went to his knees and then into her waiting embrace.

He lay there for a few moments just looking into those incredible violet eyes and not finding any trace that she was anything but sincere in her feelings for him. "I love you too," he whispered before leaning down and capturing her lips in another kiss. Her arms wound around his neck as she kissed him back. Erik groaned into her warm mouth, he was hard and aching for her again.

"God, what you do to me S'ray," he whispered huskily. "I'm sorry, but this isn't what I had in mind when I pictured my first time."

"It's alright," she sighed as he kissed her throat. "It's not like we planned this."

"Certainly never imagined someone like you as my first," he murmured against her collar bone.

"First?" she asked combing her fingers through his ebony hair. "Erik, were you a virgin before tonight?"

"Yes," he confessed kissing the tops of her breasts. "After all, what woman would want a monster like me?"

"You're not a monster and I want you," she sighed as he ran his tongue across her bare nipple.

"Don't say that, not yet anyway," he said unlacing her tunic farther so he could bare her other breast. "You only know about my life in the Opera, I've done things that may make you change your mind."

"So tell me," she gasped as he covered her other breast with his mouth and sucked, teasing the hard nipple with his tongue.

"Tomorrow," he whispered against her bare skin. "Grant me this one night in heaven with you and I'll tell you everything about my life in hell."

She nodded her assent and then cried out softly as he caressed her other hardened peak with his thumb. "Oh Erik, Erik," she moaned holding his mouth to her other breast.

Her legs moved up and wrapped around him again, pulling his hips against hers. Feeling much too warm, Erik pulled off his waist coat and tossed it to the side. He smirked down at her as he felt her start pushing his trousers down his hips again. Not wanting to frustrate a willing and eager partner, he quickly removed his remaining clothing as she did the same.

He knelt in the grass, letting the night air cool his over-heated body. Closing his eyes, he forced his breath to slow so it wasn't over so quickly this time. He heard S'ray walk over to stand before him and put her hands on his shoulders. Before he could understand what was happening, she slid down his chest and onto his hard length.

His eyes snapped open and he quickly grasped her hips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and attacked his mouth in a passionate kiss. Erik held her hips with one arm and her back with the other, crushing her to himself. He felt her legs grip his hips tightly as she began to ride him.

"S'ray, stop . . . please," he moaned after many pleasurable moments.

"What? Don't you like this?" she asked licking his neck behind the ear.

"No, this feels amazing, but . . . "he trailed off as she deliciously wriggled her hips, causing him to sink deeper within her.

"But what?" she teased nibbling the side of his neck.

"I'm afraid I may fall on you and hurt you," he finished.

"Then take me on the grass," she said, wantonly writhing against him.

The phantom didn't need to be told twice. He felt S'ray wrap herself around his body as he lay her down on the grassy forest floor. They took a few moments to adjust to their new position. Erik leaned down and kissed her as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

S'ray gasped and tilted her hips so he could thrust deeper within her. She was rewarded with his surprised gasp as he found himself buried impossibly deep inside her. Her hands slid down his tensed shoulders and under his arms. Palms flattened against the scarred skin of his back, she used him as leverage so she could meet his every thrust.

Again they were too wrapped up in the pleasure they were giving each other to notice the many pairs of eyes that now shone in the darkness around them. Pairs higher from the ground turned toward each other and gave approving nods. The Green Man had chased the Queen of Beltane and caught her. Then he had taken his prize not once, but twice before the moon was at its highest point in the sky. The eyes nodded to each other again, this year would be fertile indeed.

"Erik, Erik!" she gasped beneath him, digging her fingers into his scarred back.

He covered her mouth in another fevered kiss, rocking into her willing body faster and faster. Erik could feel her body start to tense around him again. He slowed his pace, wanting to make sure that she was satisfied first.

Her soft cries became louder and louder, she clutched at him desperately. The Alve was flushed and her skin was hot as though with a fever. She threw her head back and arched into him. Then gripping him tightly with her legs, she cried out his name as she shuddered in climax against him.

Erik waited for her vise-like grip on him to ease and started moving over her again. Unbelievably he felt her start to respond to him again. He took a shuddering breath, hoping he could control himself till she climaxed again. Fortunately he didn't have long to wait before she clung to him again in release. Moments later he spilled himself within her for the second time that night.

He rolled to his side and held her tightly, afraid that if he let go she would disappear like a dream. Her fingers idly combed through the sparse covering of hair on his chest as they relaxed. "Earlier you said this wasn't what you had in mind for your first time," she finally said.

"True, but now I wouldn't have had it any other way," he smiled caressing her shoulder.

"How about we go home and you show me what you had in mind for your first time," she smiled with a twinkle in her violet eyes.

"Your wish is my command," he replied with a grin.

Author's End Note: Well, was this steamy enough for you? If not, be ready to have the next one fog up your screens.

Coming up in Chapter 15 – Touch Me, Trust Me.