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: This is another adult chapter, like you didn't know already. Anyway, if you don't like this kind of stuff then don't read. Also I am not responsible for damage to any computer equipment or furniture that may result from reading this chapter.

To foxgodess07: Is this soon enough for you?

To xXThAnKs-FoR-tHe-MeMoRiEsXx: Well they say confession is good for the soul and there is more to come in this chapter and the following ones.

To LittleMargarita: Yeah, when there are little people around you don't have much privacy. Perhaps Erik and S'ray will have to remedy that in the future. Hope this chapter is steamy enough for you. Thanks for all the reviews!

To phantommistress: No, you can't have Erik! You'll have to make due with this chapter instead, with lots of steam.

To SafetyPinStitches: Hey, it's not like they noticed that they were being watched. Anyway, little people don't allow much privacy.

To xX-Crayola-Xx: Glad you liked Beltane!

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Phantom of the Glen

Chapter 15

Touch Me, Trust Me

Erik kicked the door shut; S'ray was already in his arms and pushing his jacket off again. He stopped kissing her long enough to pull the offending garment off and toss it carelessly on the table. S'ray's cloak fell to the floor next and then her nimble fingers were attacking the buttons on his waist coat.

They stumbled into the hallway and he heard a tinkling sound as her belt of stars fell to the wooden floor. Then moments later his waist coat joined the discarded belt. Next his sword belt fell to the floor with a loud clank. His hand pulled at the tie of her tunic and then started pulling the cord out, two eyelets at a time. "Upstairs," she gasped after jumping into his embrace and wrapping her legs around him.

He held her with one arm and used the other to grip the handrail as he climbed the stairs to her bedroom with the Alve in his arms. It wasn't the easiest climb he'd made in his life; he found it difficult to concentrate on the stairs while she was kissing him.

Finally he pushed her bedroom door open and set her down. The room was dark except for the soft glow of the banked fire. "Need a moment," he gasped pulling her arms from around his neck.

"For what?" she asked reluctantly letting go of him.

"Build up the fire and light some candles," he smiled down at her.

"Very well," she sighed letting him go.

"I won't take long, I promise," he smiled.

While Erik brought the fire up, S'ray sat at her dressing table and removed her silver headdress. She watched him in the mirror while she undid the braiding in her hair.

"May I?" he asked coming up behind her as she began brushing her hair.

"Of course," she smiled handing him her brush.

"I can't believe I thought you were a boy when we first met," Erik said gently pulling the brush through her hair.

"Well, winter clothes will do that," she replied with a laugh.

"I'm glad I was wrong," he said pulling her hair back and kissing her neck.

"Mmm," she sighed, closing her eyes as his arms wrapped around her.

Erik's hand slid up her arm and pulled her shirt back to bare her shoulder. He trailed kisses down her neck to that now naked flesh. S'ray sighed again in pleasure as her hand went up to tangle in his ebony hair. His other hand moved to caress her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. He moaned against her neck as he felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers.

Reluctantly, he raised his head from her neck and setting the brush on the vanity, moved from behind her. "You will tell me if I do something wrong," he said kneeling down next to her.

"You've been wonderful so far," she smiled reaching out to stroke his jaw line.

Erik sighed happily and leaned into her touch. His eyes closed as she continued to gently stroke his jaw, he had never realized that such a simple act could cause such intense erotic sensations. He opened eyes that were now dark with desire. "As loathe as I am to have you stop," he said covering her hand with his. "I do need to get your boots off."

"Very well," she sighed stopping her caress and turning toward him.

He picked up one of her booted feet and gently pulled the boot off and then the sock. His hands slid up her leg and moved to remove her other boot and sock. When he had finished, he stood again and pulled S'ray to her feet as well. He led her over in front of the fireplace where there was more light for them.

His hands moved to the remaining lacing on her shirt and began pulling it out the rest of the way. He dropped the cord on the floor and slowly drew the shirt open. Erik cupped her breasts with trembling hands; she sighed and leaned into his gentle touch. Then with a shrug of her shoulders, the garment fluttered to the floor. "So beautiful," he whispered bending down to kiss her mouth again.

S'ray's arms went around his neck as his tongue slipped in to explore her waiting mouth. She moaned against him as he caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. "Oh Erik," she gasped as his mouth moved to her neck.

He kissed down her neck to her shoulders, then across her collar bone to the bottom of her throat. Erik went to his knees and kissed his way down the valley between her breasts. S'ray gasped when the cold silver of his mask grazed her hot skin. His mouth moved over to kiss and lick one of her breasts. She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. His arms wend around her as his mouth moved to her other breast. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin.

"Erik," she said softly combing her fingers through his dark hair.

"Yes, mon amour," he replied raising his head to gaze up at her.

"Before you go further, would you take your mask off," she asked smiling lovingly at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked caressing her bare skin.

She nodded her head yes.

"You've seen what is under this mask. Do you still want me to remove it?" he asked gazing up at her with a silent plea in his eyes.

"I'm sure Erik," she smiled cupping his left cheek. "I want to see your face when you make love to me."

"Very well," he acquiesced and lifted a shaking hand to his mask.

"May I?" S'ray asked stopping his hand.

Erik nodded his head in assent and closed his eyes. Her hands went to his face and she gently caressed his cheeks, relaxing him before removing his mask. Her fingers moved to the bottom edges of the mask and he swallowed hard in anticipation. She gently lifted the mask from his face and set it on a nearby table.

"That's better," she smiled caressing his ruined cheek. "Now I can see my Erik."

"I love you so much right now," he said, tears of joy leaking from his charcoaled eyes.

"Wait right here a moment," she said and stepped away from him. She went over to the wash stand and poured a small amount of water into the basin. Then she took a wash cloth, wet it and went back to where he knelt in front of the fire. "Close your eyes," she whispered.

Erik did as she asked and felt her gently wipe the charcoal from around his eyes. When she had finished she went back to the basin, rinsed the cloth out and hunt it on the towel bar.

She came back to him and took his face in her hands. "There, now I can really see Erik," she whispered and kissed him.

His arms wound around her again and he pulled her close. Her lips moved from his mouth to the deformed side of his face. The kisses were warm and tender, soft and feather-light. He closed his eyes and smiled, never wanting this new sensation to end. "I love you," he murmured in her pointed ear. "I love you."

"As I love you," she sighed pulling back from him. "Now where were we?"

"Right here," Erik replied pulling on the ties of one of her pant legs. He slowly loosened the lacing on one leg before sliding his hands up her other leg and doing the same. When he'd finished, he slowly reached up and slid the garment down her legs. She stepped out of them and he threw the pants to the side.

Erik knelt there before her, slowly drinking in the sight of her naked body. He reached his hand out and slowly caressed her calf. Then he ducked his head to kiss that same leg above her knee. S'ray sighed and let out a small gasp as he ran his tongue along the inner edge of her thigh.

He kissed, licked and caressed his way up to the juncture of her thighs. Pulling back, his eyes widened in surprise at her bare mound. "You're bare," he murmured in awe as he reached out to softly touch her.

"Silly man, all Alve are," she sighed.

His hands went up to grasp her bare buttocks and pull her close. Erik leaned in close and kissed her Venus mound. She gasped softly in response and leaned her hips into his bold kiss. Emboldened by her response, he gripped her tightly and plunged his tongue in to taste her most secret place.

Her legs trembled as he explored her with his warm mouth. S'ray threw her head back and cried out in pleasure as he found her clitoris with his questing tongue. She felt her legs turn to rubber under his erotic onslaught and then there was a tightening in the pit of her stomach, a familiar sensation she's missed for almost three centuries. "Yes Erik! Yes!" she gasped urging him on.

Erik had read and been told numerous time by the Daroga that women liked this, but he'd never imagined a reaction as passionate as S'ray's. She was writing in his arms, gasping and saying his name over and over. He held her tightly as her hands tangled in his hair and held him to her. Suddenly she cried out sharply and shuddered in release in his arms.

He let her slide through his embrace till he was able to cradle her against his chest. He wiped his mouth and chin on his sleeve, then turning back to her still trembling form whispered, "You taste like honey." He held her and trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

He watched in wonder as her breathing began to slow again. He saw the flush retreat from her and she gradually stopped trembling in his arms. "Mmmm Erik," she smiled opening her warm violet eyes and gazing up at him. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Only in my dreams S'ray, I swear to you."

"Then how did you know to do that?"

"I . . . ah . . . read about it . . . a lot," he answered with a flush of embarrassment.

"Good books, that was wonderful," she smiled turning his face back toward hers. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said leaning down and kissing her again.

"So is this really the way you imagined your first time?" she asked caressing his marred cheek.

"It has changed over the years, but right now the reality has far surpassed the fantasy," Erik replied. "Are you ready for me to continue?"

"Most definitely," S'ray smiled.

Erik helped her stand and then also stood before her. Then he took one of her hands and began to softly sing, "Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation." He lightly ran his other hand over her bare skin as he walked around her. "Darkness stirs and wakes imagination," he sang as he moved behind her. "Silently the senses abandon their defenses." He released her hand and grasped her shoulders, pulling her flush against his body. "Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor."

She gasped softly when she felt his evident arousal pressed against her.

"Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender," he sang against her neck. He pulled back from her and turning her back toward himself continued, "Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night."

He slowly led her toward the bed. "Close your eyes and surrender to our darkest dreams!" Then he went to one knee before her and sang, "Purge my thoughts of the life I knew before! Open my eyes, help my spirit start to soar! Help me live as I've never lived before."

S'ray smiled at him and caressed his cheek as he sang to her.

He wrapped his arms around her and continued, "Softly, deftly, music shall surround us. Feel it, hear it, closing in around us."

He stood again and taking her hand turned her so her back was against his chest again. His hands slid up her body, stopping to cup and caress her breasts. "Open up your mind; help my fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know we cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night."

She gasped as he caressed her, leaning into him.

"Help me start a journey through a strange new world! Rid my thoughts of the world I knew before! Take my soul where I long to be! Only then can you belong to me."

S'ray closed her eyes and swayed in time with his song.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savor each sensation!" he sang as he brought her hands up to his face. Her hands lingered even after he released them, gently caressing him.

Erik turned her around to face him once more. "Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night."

He leaned down so their foreheads touched and he held her hands to his heart. "You alone can make my song take flight - help me make the music of the night," he pleaded and kissed her.

"Oh Erik," she sighed after the kiss ended. "That was beautiful."

"Does this mean your answer is yes?"

"Of course," she smiled as her hands drifted down to pull his shirt open. "Now is this part of your fantasy too?"

"No, but I never really thought about exactly how I'd get my own clothes off," he smirked as she tugged his shirt from his trousers.

"Didn't your books give you any ideas?" she asked running her hands up his stomach, over his chest and to his shoulders.

"No and everything I could think of was just, well, it didn't feel right," Erik explained as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders.

"And this never occurred to you?" she asked running her hands over his bare chest and shoulders.

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "Because I'm always in control and this doesn't leave me in control."

"Mmmm, it's good to put yourself in someone else's hands sometimes," S'ray said.

"I'm learning that," he smiled moving closer to her.

S'ray leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on his breastbone. He smiled in pleasure and closed his warm amber eyes. Her arms wound around his waist; caressing his scarred back while she kissed and licked his chest. Erik sighed as her mouth moved over his bare skin. His hands moved up to tangle in her hair and he gasped as she ran her tongue over one of his nipples.

Then her hands moved to the buttons on his trousers. When she'd unfastened all of them, she slid both trousers and drawers down and off him. S'ray stood again and put her arms loosely around his waist. "Now what?" she asked softly, looking up into his desire darkened eyes.

Erik didn't speak; instead he cupped her upturned face in his hands and kissed her. Her lips parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Long moments later, he broke the kiss and scooped her up in his arms. Then he carried her to the bed and gently laid her on it.

He stretched out next to her and ran his hand from just above her knee to one of her breasts. S'ray lay back on the bed and let him touch where he would. His touch was gentle and almost shy, as if he were afraid to hurt or offend her. She sighed and arched against him as he caressed her breasts with first his hands and then his mouth.

Erik's hands and mouth roamed lower down her body, touching every inch of her skin that was bared to him. Her arms went above her head as she lay before him, giving him full access to her body. Her scent and the taste of her skin was as intoxicating as any alcohol. He kissed his way down the soft skin of her stomach, pausing at her navel to dip his tongue in.

She giggled at his playful licks.

"You find my love making amusing Madame?" he smirked, blowing on her wet skin.

"No," she laughed as he continued to experimentally tickle her.

"Then tell me, if you would," he continued, lightly running his fingers over her quivering stomach. "Why do you seem to insist on laughing while I make love to you?"

"You know why Erik," she gasped.

"Enlighten me," he smirked.

"You're tickling me," she said sitting up.

"Not so fast my dear," he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He rolled to his hands and knees and stalked over her body, forcing her to lie back again.

"Erik?" she asked as he loomed over her.

"Boo," he grinned, bent down and kissed her deeply.

Her arms went around his neck and pulled him closer. He groaned low in his throat as her leg brushed against his hard length. One of his hands moved down to caress her breast. His mouth wandered down to her neck as her hands tangled in his midnight hair once more. He kissed her shoulder, his breath coming faster as his kisses grew more heated.

Erik tore his mouth away from her bare skin. Not yet Erik, not yet, he chided himself mentally as he gazed down at her. Never taking his eyes from hers, he started kissing his way back down her body. He watched her eyes close in pleasure as she began to make small, but incredibly arousing cries of delight.

His mouth and tongue slowly moved down her leg. He heard her breath quicken and felt her body start to writhe in anticipation beneath his touch. Upon reaching her ankle, he moved to her other leg and repeated what he'd just done, only in reverse. He worked his way between her legs, softly biting at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

He ran his tongue up her leg till his mouth was over her bare mound again. He closed his eyes as he kissed her intimately. The phantom breathed deeply of her exotic scent and kept reminding himself to take this slow and do it right. His breath became ragged as he kissed his way down to her secret place. He felt her legs shift as she opened herself to him.

His tongue darted out and he slowly licked her. S'ray cried out softly and raised her hips to him, begging for more. One of his arms slide under her raised leg and held it to his shoulder as he licked her hot, aching core. He ran his tongue up to tease her clitoris and she bucked against him. Erik slid his free arm under her other leg and held her writhing body to the bed.

He licked and kissed and sucked at her sex, causing that familiar tension to build again. Her cries grew louder and her movements more desperate as he brought her closer to the edge. Finally his clever tongue drove her over brink and into pure bliss. She cried his name over and over as she climaxed beneath him.

Erik smirked as he pulled her still quivering legs from his shoulders. I could get very used to this, he thought silently as he lay beside her again. He watched as she came back to him again. His fingers gently smoothed her hair back as she calmed again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he said softly. "Like a pagan queen."

Unable to stop himself, he began kissing her again. "Ohhh Erik," she gasped, her nerves still singing from her last orgasm.

"What?" he asked licking one of her nipples.

She moaned softly in response as he drew the hard peak into his mouth again. Her hands were in his hair then, holding him to her breast. The phantom growled low in his throat as his erection came into contact with her soft skin. His mouth moved up to her shoulders and neck before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

Her hands went to his neck and then down his shoulders as he kissed her. He felt her hands lightly caress down his chest and stomach. Erik gasped sharply as her fingers caressed his hard length. "Oh God, S'ray," he groaned as she stroked him. "Never imagined . . . real . . . so much . . . better."

S'ray watched his eyes close as she caressed him. His breath came quicker and he started moving with her firm strokes.

"Stop . . . please," he gasped. "Won't last."

She stilled her hand and caressed back up his body as he positioned himself between her thighs. Erik's eyes opened and locked with hers, waiting for permission to continue. Slipping her arms around his neck, she nodded yes.

Erik slowly thrust inside her, fully enjoying the sensation of their joining this time. When he was a far in her as he dare got at this moment, he paused to savor the feeling of her body wrapped around his. "I love you S'ray," he said, desire giving his voice a rough edge.

"And I love you Erik," she smiled settling her hips under him. "Now just take it slow so I can get used to you."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked suddenly worried.

"No, it's just that, well, you're bigger than any Alve," she explained.

"Am I too heavy?" he asked. "I didn't think I was leaning on you too much."

"No, you're not even pressing down on me, except for one spot and I like that," she sighed. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"It's not that you're taller and heavier. It's that a certain part of you is bigger than an Alve man and I need a few moments to get used to you," she explained. "And the fact that I haven't been with a man since my husband doesn't help either."

Erik was awed by her confession; this incredible woman in his arms has spurned all other men till him. He felt so honored to be in her arms now, making love to her tonight. Then he also felt a bit stupid for not realizing this truth she just told him. Of course he was bigger, of all the Alve he'd met, none went over five feet six inches with S'ray being just over five feet tall herself. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't realize. I never thought . . ."

"Shh, no more apologies from you," she chided him gently. "At least not until you've done something that warrants one."

He looked down at her, not knowing what to say. He was still completely amazed at her easy acceptance of him and how his deformity never seemed to bother her in the least, especially now.

"So are you going to make love to me or just look at me?" she smirked wriggling her hips against him.

His eyes locked with hers and he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. S'ray could feel his hot breath on her neck and shoulder as he moved over her. She gasped at the sensations his movements created in her and began lifting her hips in time with his. Erik leaned down and covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard. She returned his kiss with just as much force, urging him to speed up his movements, that she needed more.

Erik's tongue slipped into her mouth, mimicking his thrusts. He broke the kiss and raised his head so he could watch her. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a perfect 'O' as she gasped every time he buried himself within her. Her neck was arched back, tempting him with her soft flesh. Unable to resist her, he leaned down and gently nibbled at her throat. S'ray moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

She wrapped her legs around him and changed the angle of her hips, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. He moaned above her in response to burying himself fully within her now. First one hand and then his other grasped cross pieces on her headboard of her bed as he stroked into her faster. "Oh Erik," she softly moaned, rocking with his movements. "Harder, harder!"

"You sure?" he gasped, his hair falling into his eyes.

"Yes, I won't break," she answered breathily.

He nodded and thrust more forcefully within her, using the headboard for leverage.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Just like that."

Erik obliged her, relishing in the feeling of their bodies coming together. They fell into the age-old rhythm of love, aware of only each other. The only sounds in the room were that of the crackling fire and the pleasures of their joining.

"Hey, what's going on up there?" Brandji demanded.

"What do you think?" Luniana quipped as she peered into the window.

"Fine, we will come up and see for ourselves," Brandji announced and stared to climb up the ivy. "Come on Brule, let's go. Brule? Brule where are you?"

"I'm up here," he called already half way up the wall.

"What are you doing up there already?" Brandji asked puzzled.

"Well, you said not to trust the pixie so I decided to see for myself," he replied with a shrug.

Brandji shook his head and grumbled about being in charge and no one listening to him. They climbed up to the second story window and standing on the sill, peered into the window.

"I guess the others were right," Brule said observing the activity within.

"Told you," Luniana smirked.

"Ah dammit, now we'll never get rid of him," Brandji groaned.

"Why would we want that?" Luniana asked. "I like Erik."

"Yeah, why would we want to get rid of him?" Brule asked as well.

"Because he has made life hell for us," Brandji frowned.

"Not for me," Luniana said.

"Or me," Brule replied.

"Brule, he catapulted you out of the kitchen and into the bathtub," Brandji reminded.

Luniana giggled at the picture of Brule sailing through the air.

"Oh yeah, but it was kind of fun. The guardian was in the tub at the time," he grinned. "Besides you told him to bed the guardian."

"You told him what?" Luniana asked shocked.

"Why do you always blab these things Brule? And you wouldn't understand you flying pest," he said. "We were talking about guy stuff."

"Why do I find that hard to believe," she frowned.

"I don't care what you believe," he said throwing up his hands.

"Hey, look at this, it's getting good now," Brule said pressing his face against the window.

S'ray cried out and clung to him as he brought her closer to release. Erik gripped the headboard as he thrust harder and faster. Finally, she cried out and shuddered in release. He thrust into her quaking body several more times before spilling himself within her.

Erik shook his head and swallowed several times as his breathing slowed to normal. He looked down at S'ray and grinned, she practically glowed. He released the death grip he had on the headboard and reaching back, unhooked her legs from around his waist. Then he pulled out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.

"That was incredible," she smiled lazily, turning her head to look at him.

Erik nodded in agreement, grin still plastered on his face.

S'ray rolled toward him and cuddled close. Her arm went around his middle and she laid her head on his chest. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. They lay together like that for a while, resting and enjoying being next to each other.

"This feels too good to be true," he finally said. "I must be dreaming. I expect to wake any moment now and find myself at the gallows about to be hung."

"Don't worry," she smiled propping herself up on an elbow. "I'm real and so is this."

"I love you S'ray," he said brushing her wild hair back from her face. "I can't seem to say it enough right now."

"And I love you," she smiled and draped herself across his chest.

"Mmmmm, I could get used to this," he sighed, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his.

"And the night isn't over yet," S'ray smiled with a gleam in her eyes.

The phantom quirked an eyebrow at her in an unspoken question.

"You said a night in heaven and now it's my turn," she said slyly while caressing his chest.

Erik's eyes widened in surprise. "Surely you don't mean . . ." he asked shocked.

She nodded her head and said, "You said a night and I intend to make sure you get a full night."

Author's End Note: Yeah, I'm stretching this night out. Why? Well Erik did say one night and S'ray is going to hold him to that.

Coming up in Chapter 16 – Savor Each Sensation