A/N: Hello everyone. I finally uploaded this chapter. I am sorry for the long wait on this one, I know a lot of you guys have been waiting for it and here it is. I'm keeping this short so enjoy:

Remember, this is Rated M!

Chapter 45: "My Angel"

Christine knew she basically committed treason and the English weren't probably happy with her right now. However, she couldn't go back now and I'm sure they wouldn't let her go now. She dreaded returning to the campsite and facing the wrath of Erik or any of them. Knowing she broke his promise, she hoped her recent actions would help her.

"Phantom, a 'gabhail Christine. Air ais aig a 'champa, tha mi ag iarraidh facal maille ribh. (Phantom, take Christine. Back at camp, I want a word with you)" Tor ordered, the tone of his voice serious and not warming. Glancing up at him, she tried to see his face, but the hood and his mask were covering it. Only his eyes were visible.

"Will you be in trouble?" She asked softly as the others headed back to make sure they weren't being followed.

"I'm sure I will be." He answered, coldly. "Come on…" Still holding her hand, he led her away from the others. Only nodding, she obeyed and followed him. The darkness made it not easy to see where she was walking. At one point, she tripped over a rock and hit her head off a branch. As much as she wanted to stop and wait until morning to go back, she knew he wouldn't stop. She would just have to suck it up until they reached the camp.

When they reached camp, most of the people were already asleep. A few people were up and the guards. She was glad when they reached the camp, however she was also nervous. She knew Erik must be furious with her and the others too must not like her at the moment. Hopefully, she would be allowed to explain herself this time. Entering the tent, Erik let go of her hand as he walked over to his bed, standing at the trunk. His back was still to her as she closed the flaps to give them privacy. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the tent, she waited for Erik to say something. After several minutes, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Erik…" Walking up to him, her hand gently rested on his shoulder. "Please say something." Turning around, her eyes widen as she noticed blood on his face, mainly right under his mask. Though only a few candles were lighted, it still gave her enough light to see. Looking closer, she noticed a large crack on his mask. "Erik…your mask…" Slowly reaching up, her hand was stopped by his. "Please, let me help you." She pleaded, but his expressed never changed. "I won't hurt you…trust me."

"Trust you?" He repeated, his voice enraged. "Why should I trust you?" He asked, his grip on her hand tightening. "You promised me you won't leave the camp!" His voice rose; she hoped no one would awaken from his voice. For the first time in a while, Christine was terrified of him.

"I didn't want to leave! But the thought of you kissing her and making love to her…" She shook her head, shaking that thought out of her mind.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her.

"I saw her kiss you, Erik. I saw it with my own two eyes."

"Yes, you saw her kiss me. But did you see me push her away?" He asked her. She was speechless for a second. He pushed her away?

"Y-You pushed her away?" He nodded.

"Aye, I did." He stepped closer to her. "She is not who I want." His voice was soft now as his hands cupped her face gently. Looking up at him, she noticed his eyes have softened as well. "The woman I want…I can't have."

"What is holding you back?" She asked him.

"We come from different worlds, Christine." He was right. He couldn't live in England with her nor could she live in Scotland in with him.

"What if…" She gained the courage to say it. "…for the time we have left together…" He waited, but knew what she was going to say. "…we forget about the worlds we come from…"

"And create our own." She nodded slightly. Oh how he wanted that, but he knew it would kill him to let her go. It was the reason he tried staying away from her, distancing himself from her. However, it only made him want her even more. It made him realize that he's always wanted her. From the first glance at the prison, it had always been her. And if this is the last time he would see her ever, he would get a taste of what a life with her would be like.

Not wasting any more time, his lips claimed hers. Her soft lips welcomed his kiss; kissing him back with the same passion and desire. But there was more to this kiss. He seemed to be pouring every emotion he had into that kiss, emotions he didn't realize he had. But he didn't care. Every time he kissed her, it seemed nothing else matter. And he wasn't the only one that felt it; she felt it too. Whimpering softly against his mouth, her body moved closer to his. Though their bodies were already against each other, they wanted more…needed more. And there was only way to get closer and the image of her naked body under his set his blood racing. Though he wanted her so bodily, he couldn't rush it. He knew of her innocence and wanted to make it special for her. However, his want for her was making it difficult for him not to just rip her clothes off and take her right on the ground.

"Erik…" Her soft voice whispered between the kisses, her soft plea that nearly made him lose control. "Please…" Taking his hands with hers, she guided him to the ties of her dress. His fingers brushing along the skin of her breasts before reaching the ties. God, this woman is killing me…With shaky hands, he managed to loosen the ties. Steady, Erik…With the fabric of her dress now loose, he pushed the dress down her body. The dress eventually fell to the ground, pooling around her feet, leaving her only in her chemise while he remained fully dressed. His lips moved from hers to her neck as she arched her neck, letting out a soft moan as she felt his hand cup her breast. His other hand resting on her lower back, pulling her body against his, his very hard and hot body. Her hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it. Once free from being tucked in, it soon joined Christine's dress on the floor. Their lips met once again, more passionate this time as his tongue stroked hers. Sliding his hands behind her thighs, he lifted her up and carried her to his bed. Laying her gently on the bed, their lips never parted as his body moved to hover over hers. He made sure not to crush her with his weight, just enough pressure to drive her crazy. Breaking the kiss, his lips started a trail from her neck down until coming to her breasts. Taking the nipple in his mouth, he heard her cry of pleasure. Her back arching, pushing her breast more into his mouth. As his mouth ravished her breasts, his hand slid between her legs to stroke her wet lips. She couldn't help the pleasurable gasp that left her mouth as she felt his fingers between her legs.

"I need to taste you…" Taste me? She didn't know what he meant. Before she could ask, his mouth left her breasts as his hands pushed up her chemise until it hit her waist. Shifting down on the bed, he parted her legs more, just enough for him to fit.

"E-Erik…what are yo-ah!" Her sentence was cut off as she felt his mouth…there. Her body practically dissolved from the feeling of his lips and tongue between her legs, sending her body to new heights of sensation. Gripping the blanket under her, she let her body surrender to the feeling. She felt her whole body tremble, her legs shaking as they sat on his shoulders. "Ah Erik!" She cried out as she came. Now she was ready.

Letting her recover, he quickly made work of his clothes. Looking up with hooded eyes, she watched him undress, admiring his body. When the last of his clothes were laying on the floor, Christine couldn't help where her eyes ventured to. Her flushed cheeks seemed to blush even more. Joining her back on the bed, his hands took the chemise to push it over her head and off of her. Laying over her, their skins touch, sending a feeling through their bodies that they couldn't describe. Her legs instantly parted more, allowing him to settle between them. Feeling the tip of his hard length at her lips, she couldn't help the nervous look in her eyes. And Erik didn't miss it.

"Are you sure?" He asked her, giving her one last chance. His whole body seemed to freeze, waiting for her reply. Locking her eyes with his, the next few words made his heart soar.

"Dèan ghaol dhomh (make love to me)" She replied softly, resting a hand over his heart. That was all he needed as his hips slowly pushed forward. He could feel her open for him, feel how tight her was. His arms were shaking, using every ounce of control not to just thrust in to her. Stopping only once, he noticed the fear in her eyes. Leaning down, his lips softly kissed hers her. Her body seemed to relax slightly as his kiss as he sank into her. With one last movement, she was his.

"Mhèinn (mine)" And she was his. She cried out as the pain hit her, her hand gripping his arm. The pained look on her face made his heart ache. "I'm sorry, mo àlainn" He wanted to take the pain away, but he knew it would soon go away.

"I-It hurts…" She whimpered. Leaning in, he softly whispered sweet words to her. He could her body relax under him, allowing him to move. He forced himself to go slow at first, trying to ignore how good she felt or good their bodies felt together. Soon her hips moved to meet his, slightly encouraging him. Not once did his eyes leave hers as his thrusts quickened. Her hips lifted to meet each one of his thrusts, pushing him more. The once gentle slow pace turned harder, deeper, quicker. A soft gasp left her mouth each time their bodies become one. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he knew she was close. Lengthening his thrusts, he stilled as she came crashing down, her cries filling the tent. "I love you!" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them as she rode her release. Erik's eyes widen as his mind replayed the words she just spoke, well screamed. Her words seemed to let him lose control. With one last hard thrusts, he sank deep into her as his body came. Grinding his teeth, he forced the moan to stay in his mouth. His arms gave out as he crashed onto her, however she didn't mind. The tent now filled with their heavy pants as their bodies remained tangled. Lifting himself slightly, his head rested against hers.

"Mo aingeal…"