Chapter 9

Wedding night dreams

When at last the door closed behind them she turned and kissed his lips. He deepened it slightly. They broke away and he went to the fireplace, lighting a cheerful blaze that belied the raging lust within him. It took her a moment to focus as she looked down at the beautiful gown she was in; she thought it a pity to undress so soon but when she glanced at her husband and she knew he intended to enjoy himself. He walked over to the other side of the room and handed her a glass of complementary champagne and poured it into two glasses. He handed her one and stopped her when she moved to undo her gown.

"Not yet Angel," he said, "let's enjoy tonight, we've got the rest of our lives to make love."

The rest of their lives, Erik found a smile spreading over his face and he regretted it because his face was grotesque. But she just reached up and kissed his malformed lips and kept her hands on his shoulders. He felt her so close to him and it made him warm just to inhale her perfume of jasmine and lotus blossom. It was drugging, deeply so and she saw his eyes spark. Christine found herself laughing at how human he was when it came to sex but how extremely methodical he was. How he took her hand and sat her in front of the glowing fire and undue the pins of her bridal veil.

Her husband set the diamond hairpins on the table; they caught the same intimate light that the couple had in their eyes. He ran his fingers through her curls and sat behind her and pulled her back to him so that she was reclining on his lap. Erik alternately sipped the champagne and kissed her lips in an easy cycle. She held his head there and kissed him deeply and he held him there. He kissed her lips and filled her glass as he broke away from her helping her sit up. Erik couldn't help marveling at how beautiful she was in that gown and even more so he knew the body waiting for it underneath it.

Erik smiled at her and kissed her head as they touched their glasses and sipped the wine saying nothing to each other. He framed her face and then leaned in the wine warming them both from the chill of the evening. Christine sighed and moved one lock of hair back from her face only to have it fall in her face again. Erik laughed deeply and then he tucked it behind her ear as he lifted her onto his lap. Their faces were just inches away from each other and she felt him whisper her name and close the distance between them.

He tasted the wine on her lips, drugging and easy to get hooked on. She straddled his lap and he hiked her dress higher as he pinned her there and ran his hands over her hot, bear skin. He never got tired of how beautiful she was, how accepting she was. He kissed her mouth deeply, draining both of their breaths till she was leaning back on his chest. Her arms came around him and she kissed his throat as she drained his oxygen. Erik pulled away, gasping as he slid his hands up to feel her breasts through the fabric of her corset.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue finding every inch of her mouth. He bought his hand up and pinned her head there till he considered her thoroughly kissed and then slid his hand down to cup the fullness oh her left breast. Through the silk of her gown he could feel the rosebud of her nipple hardening beneath his thumb and index finger. Her body fell against him and she gasped as the pebble that was her nipple became as hard as a cherry-stone with the rosy pulp still attached. He wanted to nurse there, latch on to her sweet breast and suck the love she had for him into his very soul.

He replaced his hand on her neck with his lips whispering, "You're so beautiful…"

He slid her sleeve off and tasted the skin of her bare shoulder and ran his lips down her pale shoulder and replaced it with his gentle fingers. She was heating up, her skin becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. Erik smiled as her skin turned rosy and she moaned softly when he licked intimately at the back of her neck and pulled her collar a little so he could inhale the smell of her perfume. He loved the way she smelled, of vanilla and roses with just a hint of cinnamon. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled and he found himself intoxicated on it.

"Drop your gown love." He whispered against her skin.

She groaned at the roughness of his normally honeyed voice, it was gravelly and primal as his silver eyes watched her slowly unbutton her dress. Her blue eyes were glinting as she took her time undressing, enjoying the way his manhood was raising slowly. It was bulging and the want on his face was a more than a little obvious. She took her time undoing her dress, exposing her breasts to him first. She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast warmth and light and when he bent to nurse there and she held his head in place moaning as he set her on fire.

"I hate these things." He said.

Christine giggled being the proper lady she was; she would never admit she hated them too. She began to fumble with the hooks of the corset and Erik grew impatient. He walked forward tugging at her corset. Erik pulled it roughly until it came loose with a loud crackle and then a tearing sound. She giggled at how aggressive he was and how eager she was to do it. He tossed the garment across the room silencing her laughter with a breath-stealing kiss and slammed her against the wall. Her back made a crashing sound and thudded on the wall as she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her until stars wielded overhead, both of them gasping when he pulled away from her. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, shiny and wet as he hung his head for a moment to catch his breath.

Erik lifted his head and met the eyes of his wife, his wife what a thought. Her chest was heaving with passion already and the sight of her breasts heaving made his mouth water. Thankfully he swallowed it and maintained his dignity but still he placed his hand on her breasts. She closed her eyes, feeling how sensitive she was to his touch.

The candlelight cast many shadows on the walls all rose colored and Christine dropped her robe before him. He stole a look at her body, enjoying the benefits of being married more and more as he went along. His eyes traveled over every crevice of her body, every cavern of her nakedness. He imagined the beautiful drawings of her he had done back in his underground home. How he had long ago memorized every line of her from watching behind her mirror. He remembered those cold lonely nights when he would dream of her and pleasure himself to the perfect visions in his mind.

Those visions had always been enough to excite him but now here she was. The real thing and she was completely and utterly his. He felt himself stiffening almost immediately, goddamn the woman and the affect she had on him. Erik came up behind her and rained kisses all the way down her back each one hotter and wetter than the last. He kissed her, his tongue lapping at every last inch of her and his hands framing her bottom to give it the occasional squeeze as he placed a very moist kiss on the side of her throat causing her to moan softly.

Yes, this was real here she was in flesh and blood and her warmth was driving him mad. Those visions were nothing like this and though he had done this with him before he felt something break like a twig inside of him. He had half a mind to pin her to the wall and just have it done with till he was completely spent inside her but he just stood there allowing her to toy with him as he secretly indulged himself in the pleasure of having such a beautiful woman set him on fire.

"Erik…" his name on her lips was sultry, heated with lust as she flicked her tongue over the skin of his bare throat. "You taste so good." She said.

Erik groaned feeling his manhood start to rise as she lowered her hand to the crotch of his pants and cupped him through the fabric of his trousers. He felt himself throbbing underneath her tiny hand. Christine smiled as she remembered the shyness of him, and how it was quickly he flared but strived for control. She was going to make him lose it, and she was going to do it now. She pressed her body against his, loving the way he responded when she pressed her soft body against him.

His heart was pounding as his arms came around her naked body and his muscles tightened through the thin fabric of his shirt. She kissed him and then very slowly pulled his shirt over his head; his mask gleamed at her as he stood half-naked before her. Christine looked up at him bare-chested his muscles covered in light hairs and his abs glistening with sweat. Erik's breathing was hard, his chest was heaving and the corded muscles looked as if they were moving on their own. His eyes were blazing with that primal look that she had seen in that woodland cottage.

He was covered in sweat, eyes smoky and his body rosy with a heavy masculine blush. He was no longer the phantom, no he was a man and she was a woman. She looked at him and felt something primal rise in her throat as she realized he was hers. This strong animalistic man was her husband. He was hers, to love, to protect, to bear heirs with his almost supernatural genius. What a thought to have children with this man.

He seemed to be having a typical male response and then to prove his point he kissed her deeply and she groaned as a man so deprived of affection for so many years could make her feel this way. She splayed her fingers over his left bicep and guided his hand to her bare thigh. She kissed him and he slipped his fingers into her entrance. She was hot, tight and wet for him and he already recalled the feeling of himself buried deep inside her. He pressed his fingers deeper inside her and he felt her start to release. He quickened his pace until he felt her muscles clamp down on his hand and she shook all over.

She felt it then, that rush of heat and liquid pleasure that only he could bring she felt it wet the sides of her legs and then he pushed his finger deeper inside her finding the hole where her barrier was. That's when he hit her center and she felt herself release completely. He liked her response and knew for the first time that they were not any different than a normal husband and wife. He was a man, she was a woman and they were making love. Christine groaned and leaned on him as he dropped his other hand there to entangle in the golden mass of curls at her apex.

"Mmm…Erik yes…"

Christine was no longer a virgin, but the first time she did it he was shy and unsure. Now, having experience he was not shy about doing different things to her. She reached down and pulled off his pants, teasing his balls with her hands. He was as hard as granite; all the years of celibacy making him want to empty himself in her right now, and he lifted her to straddle him. Christine wrapped her legs around him and settled right over the pulse of his erection. He wanted her to help him enter her and she knew it.

His eyes lit up when she reached down and gripped his shaft causing him to groan. He found that he loved when she touched him like this and she loved his reaction. Her small hand stroked him from base to tip and he groaned wanting to do for her what she enjoyed. He knew that she wanted him inside her, just brushing her entrance made her groan. The sound inflamed him and he heard every single lyric to every provocative aria he had ever heard. Every song of sex, lust, and copulation he had ever heard. They rang through his mind as loud and powerful as a pipe organ beautiful and earth-shattering. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the mattress.

She looked up at her husband, the scarred muscles covered in a glistening sheen of sweat as his member pulsed like a sword. There was strain on his face and he looked just like a warrior ready to bed his ladylove after a long battle. He lowered himself with her into her entrance and she cried out as he fit them together. He stayed like that for a moment and then he moved inside her, hiding his face in her shoulder as she held onto the back of his head. He pushed himself in deeper moving harder until she was moaning.

He pinned her on the bed and held her still, realizing for the first time that he was a very possessive dominant man. He liked to have her underneath him, the way she made him feel invincible. It was strange and freeing to know that she liked the way he sheltered her with his strong body, the way he made her helpless with need. Erik felt his body raging and god help him, he loved his own aggression. He would never abuse her, no, he would sooner die than do that, sooner destroy everything he owned and kill himself. But Erik was a man and he did intend to be the master of his marriage bed.

This was the one thing he would not give up for her, this was his power over her, and the only one he would ever allow himself to have. She could have his heart, his soul everything that he was but in bed he was the one in control. She knew it too and was more than happy to surrender to his will. He took his time, memorizing every inch of her body, every hollowed curve and shadow of her pale skin. He made a claim on her body with every touch incredibly tender but making sure that she knew only he could conjure these feelings in her.

Christine kissed him deeply and he held her head in place knowing what she wanted. He was master but he would be a generous one and give to her the same that he received. He laid his face between her breasts and gave her little nips on his chest. He eased the sting of them with moist kisses all the way back to her mouth where he dragged himself up inside her in a slow aching rhythm. Christine moaned softly as he hit her there again and again until she was helping him. Her hips matched his rhythm and then he felt it. Erik felt himself beginning to release; it felt as if a great pressure was being released from his body an immense feeling of relief.

"Yes…angel… tell me what you want." He whispered using the last of his control to speak.

She said nothing but pulled him down for a deep kiss as he rocked himself into her and she shattered around him. He felt himself going over the edge and then he spilled himself into her. They lay there still joined with one another as Christine lay beneath him and sighed, not wanting him to unjoin them but feeling sore. He pulled out of her and looked out the window where the sub was just peaking over the horizon. Her hair was shining in the golden sunlight and her eyes shut. Erik kissed her and covered her up.

He was enjoying watching her sleep and about to fall into dreamland himself there was a knock at the door. Erik growled and tossed his slacks pulling the door open to see his father standing there with a grin on his face that Erik would have liked to knock off for interrupting him and his wife. But the old man looked unfazed as he handed Erik two small slips of paper. He looked down at them and written in gilded cursive was the words: ship: Persephone: Time: 8:00 a.m. Destination: Coney Island, United States of America. Class: 1st.

"What's this?" he asked.

"A wedding gift, I know your history son and you have got to be out of here right now. Take your wife and go far from here but do not forget to write." He said and hugged him.

"I won't papa…" Erik said, choking on gratitude.

"The carriage is waiting to take you and Christine to the docks."

Erik thanked his father and the old man left without another word. He turned to his beautiful wife, snoozing peacefully. It seemed a shame to wake her but it had to be done. He dressed her in her gown and she simply flopped around like a ragdoll allowing him to carry her out. Erik grinned knowing that he had probably worn her out. They rode in silence, the Persephone looming in the distance. Erik handed the doorman the tickets and stepped on. He sat in silence watching his wife sleep as the ship pulled away for the long journey to a new world. It would be three months…three months on a ship and then a fresh start.

He looked down at his sleeping wife wondering what he would tell her when she woke. How would she react? Erik decided to wait till she woke up to tell her and laid down, he closed his eyes. He would wait till she woke to explain the situation, for now he let himself slip into dreamland…content to be warm and safe and go back to his wedding night dreams…