Author's Note: Three rewrites later and I have produced the following for everyone's enjoyment. My attempt at decent smut. I hope I did alright ;)

Chapter 10-Fruition

A smoldering fire still burned within the hearth when Christine entered the parlor. She crouched in front of the flames, holding out her hands and stretching her stiff fingers to warm them. She was relieved to be out of the cold, though she almost wanted to brave it once more just to be near Erik, who had stayed at the stables to tie up the horses and to make sure they were fed and watered.

Confident that she was warm enough, Christine decided to check on him, leaving the parlor and walking to the entrance hall. As she was turning to walk past the stairs, her eyes landed on the note Erik had left her, the same one she had assumed was a goodbye letter. Curiosity got the best of her and she stepped over to it, opening it and reading the contents. The scrawl was sloppy, hardly legible, unlike his usual style.

My dearest Christine, my angel, my muse,

If you are reading this letter, your defiant spirit has surely convinced you to leave your room against my orders. Do not fear, I will not be angry with you. If you were observant, you would have noticed I have taken Cesar for a ride. I will be back before dark, so do not worry about me. I only need a few hours to myself to clear my thoughts.

I would also extend apologies for my behavior in the parlor. It was monstrous and not the way you deserve to be treated. You are a treasure and I have mishandled you, I only hope that you forgive my ruthlessness. My only desire is for you to be happy and satisfied during your stay, however long that may be.

When I return home to you, I will prepare your favorite supper and sing for you if that is what you wish. I carry your beautiful song with me during my time away from you. Please, enjoy your day, my love. I will be back soon enough.

Your most devoted servant, with all my love,

Erik

Christine smiled at the thoughtful words on the paper, knowing Erik had written it while he was upset with her, then sighed thinking of how hard it must have been for him to write it in such a state. What Hell she had put him through these past few days? At least she had finally been able to put an end to his worry that she would leave him at the end of the year. He would never be alone again, never have to suffer in silence again. She wouldn't allow it.

After scanning the letter a few more times, she set it back down on the table and headed to the backdoor, intent on seeing if Erik needed any help with the horses. The perfect excuse just to be near him. As she reached for the handle, the door swung open and she pedaled back and out of the way before it hit her.

Erik entered the small room but didn't seem to notice her as he slipped off his boots and carelessly tossed them to the side. His eyes flickered around aimlessly before landing on her and the corner of his mouth quivered as if he was attempting to hold back a smirk, "Impatient to see me again, my love?"

Heat flushed her face as he took a step towards her, his tall form looming over her, and she looked away from him, backing against the wall, "As a matter of fact, I am a very patient individual."

A dark chuckle filled the room and he closed the distance between them, taking her face in his hands and moving his mouth to hers. She parted her lips and dipped her tongue into his mouth, rolling it over his while letting out small whimpers. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers trailed down her collarbone, down her chest and then ghosted to her hips. The light touches sent vibrations through her body and she quivered against him.

His hands tightly gripped her hips, prompting a gentle fluttering in her stomach that traveled to her womanhood where an aching need for him began to form. It was rather embarrassing how wanton she was for him, how badly she needed him to satiate the pain within her.

Christine shrieked in surprise when he fell to his knees and grasped her ankles. Her eyes flickered down to him but she couldn't see him past her bunched up skirts, but she could feel him. Long fingers trailed up the back of one of her legs and to the hem of her stocking, slowly rolling it down before removing it completely. He moved to her other ankle, repeating the same ministrations.

With her legs bared to him, she began to tremble, wondering if she would pass out from how heavily she was breathing. Just then, Erik grasped the back of her thighs, and she felt hot kisses on the tops of her knees. With a grunt, he rose from beneath her skirts and his eyes connected with hers as he drummed his fingers along the back of her thighs before hooking his arms under them and pushing her up the wall. He wrapped her legs around himself and buried his face in her neck, kissing softly as he gently pushed his hips against her.

"I love you, Christine," he breathed, his hands settled on her bottom, keeping her steady.

She pulled his head from her neck and looked into his eyes, "I love you, Erik."

His lips met hers and he started moving his hips rhythmically against her, the feeling only amplifying her need to be ravished by the man she had proclaimed her love to. She thought it only fair that she met his movement, so she thrust herself down against him, the stimulation almost too much for her to endure.

Erik groaned against her lips, "I need you, please, my love."

"You have me, all of me," Christine whispered, placing a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

An unearthly growl filled the room and he reached up to her chest, tearing at the fabric of her dress, ripping it right down the middle. She assisted in releasing her arms from the sleeves and he discarded the bodice on the floor, then tore at her skirts, pulling her legs free one at a time before placing them back around his hips. Christine reached for Erik's shirt next and yanked it open to reveal his chest, then he shook his arms free of the sleeves, letting the fabric pool to the floor. Her heart pounded as she thought of the next garment that was to be removed and she slowly reached for the hem of her chemise to lift it over herself.

She blushed when she saw Erik staring in awe at her naked chest, hoping she was adequate enough to be his lover. She was sure he had been with other, exponentially more beautiful women compared to her. Her breasts were far too small and her stomach was not as flat as the other ballet girls. She had always been extremely self-conscious of her sharp shoulders and thin arms, even being made fun of by some of the other ballet girls for such features.

His trembling hand rested at the center of her collarbone, then his palm trailed directly down the center of her chest, resting on her stomach, "Even Aphrodite pales in comparison to your beauty."

The heat of her cheeks burned hotter and she bit her lip, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He gripped her chin, pulling her gaze back to his and ran his thumb over her lips before capturing them with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her bare chest against his, the warmth of him on her hardened nipples sent a shiver down her spine and she let out a breathy moan into his mouth.

Erik groaned and pushed her harder into the wall, taking her lip between his teeth. It was savage and she found her body working on its own, her hips bucking harder against his bulging trousers. Oh, God, and she felt him. The hard length of him rubbing against her through the fabric of her pantalettes, sending wave after wave of pulsing need through her.

Hands wrapped around her back and she was moved away from the wall, now being walked towards the entrance hall. She buried her face in Erik's neck, kissing and nibbling at his shoulder, desperately craving more of him. He stumbled and set her on the console table in the hall, knocking several items to the floor. The table rocked underneath them as he pressed into her, the wood making an awful scraping noise across the floor.

"We aren't going to make it to the bedroom if you keep tempting me in such a way," he hissed, taking her jaw tightly in his hands and sloppily kissing her.

She whimpered into his mouth as he danced his fingers down to her breasts and flicked his thumbs over each of her nipples, sending her into a frenzy. She could not wait, she had to have him inside of her. Her hands dove down to his trousers and quickly unfastened them, but one of his hands caught hers.

"You deserve a bed, my love, I will not take you on a table," his darkened eyes bore into hers and he smirked, "Perhaps, in the future, we can put it to good use."

Christine nodded and licked her lips, "Please, take me to bed then. I ache for you."

He shuddered against her and she felt his hardness twitch against her thigh and he once again lifted her in his arms, smothering her with his lips as he ascended the stairs and made the familiar path to his room. She heard the creaking of the door, then she was airborne, thudding back onto the bed and hitting the pillows. She propped herself up on her elbows and found Erik pacing at the foot of the bed.

His eyes greedily grazed over her and he stopped pacing, then he reached for her ankles, pulling her closer to him, the force he used made her let out a squeak of surprise.

"We don't need these," he grumbled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pantalettes and slowly pulling them past her hips, revealing her sex to him. She clenched her thighs together out of embarrassment and felt the heat returning to her face. He knelt at the edge of the bed, fully removing her pantalettes and tossing them to the side before taking one of her calves in his hands.

His shaky breath warmed her leg as his lips connected with her shin, then hot kisses trailed down to her ankle before moving across the top of her foot. Each of her toes received the same affections and she giggled at the feeling it sent through her body. She was rather ticklish and her feet were her most sensitive parts.

"Erik, please," she begged, trying to bite back more laughter.

His hands massaged the balls of her foot then he switched to the other one, repeating the same ministrations, only this time, Christine moaned at the sensation. He was applying more pressure which suppressed the ticklish feelings. Once he was done with her feet, he moved his lips back up to her calf and towards her bare thigh and she groaned as he inched closer and closer to her sex.

Oh, God, was he going to put his mouth on her just like in her dream? Surely not, but it would be fantastic to feel that pleasure. As he arrived at the bone of her hip, he paused, his wet lips quivering against her skin.

"Please," she pleaded, knotting her fists into his hair, needing him to continue whatever path he intended to take.

He lifted his head and looked up at her, "Do not rush a man's worship of a goddess," then returned to her hip. His lips and tongue trailed all the way up her body, planting wet hot kisses on nearly every inch of her skin. Finally, he found her breasts, where he paused and took a hardened bud into his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Christine whimpered and dug her nails into his arms, her hips thrusting up against him wildly. Erik pressed his hand just below her stomach, hard enough to keep her from moving and chuckled against her nipple.

"I see we are not as patient as we claim to be," he purred, as he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her to move her back to the pillows, laying at her side and sliding an arm under her neck. His lips met hers and he kissed her deeply, running his tongue along her lower lip before pulling back, "If you wish for me to stop, let it be known now. I have no intention of doing so unless you command it."

"If you stop, I fear I will die from the aching pain you have brought upon me," she breathed into the air between them.

Erik smirked, "You are a divine goddess, my dear."

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers skated down past her stomach and rested in the curls above her heat. He moved his fingers through them and she felt him trembling against her, then he pushed his hips against her thigh. The bulge felt larger and just having it push against her made Christine gasp in astonishment.

His mouth moved to meet hers, hovering right above her lips, "I'm afraid that I've never done this before, so please, if I do something wrong, inform me immediately. I only wish to please you and I promise, I will not be a disappointment."

Christine was surprised by his words as she had secretly hoped he would be knowledgeable of how to engage in such an act. Her throat went dry and she whispered, "It's alright. I–I've never been with a man. I do worry though, that it will be me who will be the disappointment."

"You can never dishearten me, everything you do gives me life," he murmured, then his lips pressed to hers and his fingers moved past her curls. He cupped her sex in his hand and pulled away from her lips, pressing his forehead to hers and letting out a shuddering breath. The heat from his breath combined with the sensation of his hand covering her most intimate area pulsed through her and she let out an embarrassingly loud groan.

Erik gently massaged the flesh in his hand before effortlessly slipping a single finger into her folds. Christine automatically spread her legs apart as far as she could manage, granting him more access, a silent affirmation to confirm her need. He slid his fingers up the length of her and rested on her bud of pleasure, applying heavy pressure.

Christine's back arched and she threw her head against the pillows, uncontrolled moans escaping her lips as she trembled violently.

"You are so wet for me, my love," Erik whispered in her ear as he slid his fingers up and down her slit, occasionally circling the throbbing button, inciting sharp gasps from her.

Each slow, tortuous movement felt like death was coming to take her away. Every time his fingers found her pleasure point, she wanted to scream, to beg him to keep circling it, but any word that would leave her lips would be a garbled mess of incoherency. Instead, she gripped his hand and slid it upwards where she guided his fingers in circles. Her eyes met his and she saw what looked like an unspoken understanding within them and he leaned down, placing his lips on hers.

Christine released his hand and he continued the slow rhythmic circles. The roughness of his pianist's fingers brushing against her flesh only elevated her pleasure and she quivered and lurched under his touch. Her own experiences pleasuring herself blanched in comparison to the intensity Erik was providing her and she wanted more. She wanted him to work as fast as he could, even if she protested, to take her with reckless abandon and disregard her needs. She wanted to allow him to fuck her, as promiscuous as it sounded, she had a deep hunger for such command and knew he was well capable of obliging. But, no, she needed to behave, it was her first time, after all. There would be plenty of time in the future for such carnal acts.

"Give yourself to me, my love. Come for me, say my name in complete ecstasy," Erik rasped, his fingers worked slightly faster and she gasped at the increase in rising pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut.

Her release was building quickly and the tremors as she neared the precipice wracked her body. Whimpers and mewls escaped her lips and she dug her nails into whatever she could grasp onto, one hand found the sheets, the other found his forearm. His movements didn't falter as she dug into his skin, though he did grunt and roughly thrust his hips into her thigh.

It was there, right out of grasp, creeping from her toes and fingers. Slowly making its way to her center where it would combust and she would allow the flames to consume her. Her heart was thundering in her chest and her breaths came out strained. A warm heat enveloped her face and she turned into Erik's chest, grabbing his upper arm to keep her rooted to the bed.

"Look at me, Christine," he ordered, his voice sultry and nearly garbled, "Do not hide from me."

She obeyed, lifting her head from his chest and opening her eyes to meet his. He looked hungry and desperate, his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. She gazed upon the man she loved, cupping his deformed cheek and lost herself. She fell and the earth stopped spinning as electricity struck her core and sent wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt through her body. The urge to shut her eyes was overwhelming, but she couldn't look away from the eyes that demanded her attention.

"Erik," she moaned over and over again between her panting breaths.

He sucked in a deep shuddering breath as he watched her come down from her euphoria, then he slowly stopped circling her now tender flesh. Christine watched in astonishment as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucked her arousal from them, groaning deeply. God, it was perverse, but so very alluring and she couldn't bring herself to look away from the shame she felt.

"You truly are a delicacy, my love," he whispered, sliding his wet fingers under her chin and bringing her mouth to his. She could taste the tang of herself on his lips, not wholly unpleasant but there was something erotic about it and though she felt momentarily satiated, the ache between her thighs returned and she kissed him with more fervor.

"Take me, Erik. Find your pleasure within me, give yourself to me just as I have to you," she pleaded, reaching for the already unfastened buckle on his trousers.

Erik trailed his thumb down her lips and to her chin, her heart skipped a beat and she felt dazed as if he was hypnotizing her with the simplicity of it. She quivered and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. When she opened her eyes, he was grinning at her, as if he knew the effect he had on her. He had to know, she had been begging him to take her and he had already been witness to her in the throes of pleasure.

"Please," she whispered, running her hand along the hardness that was straining against his trousers. It twitched and pulsed under her touch, giving her a sense of gratification for what she was able to do to him in return.

A firm hold took her hand and Erik brought it up to his lips, placing hot kisses on her wrist. His eyes darkened and he slowly got to his feet and pushed his trousers past his hips, the hair on his stomach becoming more defined as the fabric swept lower. He paused momentarily, his eyes flickering up to meet hers then he continued and she heard a clunk of metal on the floor.

Christine swallowed hard and let her eyes fall down his body, this time she felt confident that no one's privacy was being invaded, and for the first time, she saw what was hidden within a man's breeches. It was crowned in black curls, erect, and twitching with anticipation. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of the swollen member that commanded all of her attention. It was clear Erik was very well endowed, but not to the point of being too large like some of the stories she had heard among the ballet girls. No, he was not the size of her entire forearm as it couldn't have been longer than the length of his hand, from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. It was absolute perfection.

She pressed her thighs together trying to combat the ache that had become unbearably painful, looking up at the eyes that watched her intently. Erik was leering at her, as if he knew she was craving him, and very slowly he slid into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest.

Christine looked down between them, back at the fascinating endowment between Erik's legs. Seeing it so close to her, unrestrained and throbbing with as much need as she had made her tremble. It pressed into her leg, the hot velvety flesh leaving a thin line of fluid in its wake, which she wiped away with her fingers. Her hand brushed against the pulsing muscle and Erik sucked in a hissing breath, tightening his hold on her.

"Oh, god, Christine, take me in your hand, please," he husked, kissing the top of her head.

She obeyed and wrapped her hand around his length, squeezing lightly. It felt like the silk sheets in her bed were wrapped around a hot iron rod. The underside was meatier than the rest of the shaft and the head was swollen and almost purple. Her hold lightened and she slid her fingers to the nest of black curls then back to the tip, wondering if it was the movement he craved. It must have been since he thrust into her hand, whispering incoherently against her hair. She smiled and moved her hand faster, curious as to what his climax would look like. He shuddered and shook against her, the flesh in her hand hardening more and more with every stroke.

"My love, if you keep–I need you to sto–I can't–please," he groaned, pulling her face up to his. She locked eyes with him, keeping her rhythm steady and she bit her lip when she saw the crazed eyes of her lover. They were wavering, rapidly looking around her face before landing on her lips which he quickly covered with his and kissed her deeply.

She pulled away from him to look into his eyes again, still pumping her hand up and down his shaft, "I love you, Erik."

Tears welled in his eyes and he let out a choking gasp as his face twisted with ecstacy, "Christine!"

His hips snapped against her hand and his member pulsed violently and she was astonished when she felt wet gushes on her stomach. She glanced down and saw a milky white fluid dripping from the head of the shaft, then to her stomach which was covered in the same substance. It was Erik's pleasure and she had given it to him! Oh, God, she felt so empowered, so very delighted that she was able to be of assistance in such a way.

"I–I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am, my love," Erik whispered, his head rested against hers on the pillow as he panted into her hair.

Sorry? Why was he sorry? Did he believe that she did not enjoy providing him with such an experience?

Christine turned to her head to face him, "Do not apologize. Why do you feel the need to?"

He kissed the tip of her nose, "A man is different from a woman, we need time to recover, though it's never taken me longer than a few minutes when I am thinking of–" he paused and looked away from her.

"When you are thinking of what?" she questioned.

Erik turned his head back to her and gave a coy smile while running his fingers along her cheek.

Oh…oh!

God, he thought of her as he pleasured himself?! The image of him on his bed, stroking himself as she had done to him, filled her mind and she felt her arousal stirring. To watch him perform such an act would be magnificent, though he could never know she wished to see him during such a personal moment. A heat engulfed her and she buried her face in the pillow wanting to hide from the humiliation she had brought upon herself.

"Christine, look at me," he urged, running his hand through her curls.

She couldn't! Not when she was sure her face was as bright as a tomato and as hot as an iron, so she shook her head.

"Please, my love, please," he pleaded.

There was a regretful tone in his voice and she wanted to cry for making him feel such a way, but she couldn't look at him, not until she knew her face was not going to give away her shame of having such wanton thoughts.

"Christine, I am thirty-four years of age and I am a man, I have urges like everyone else, like y—" he stopped and mumbled under his breath, "You are the only woman I have ever wanted to bed so of course I thought of–I am not rectifying the situation am I?" he chuckled under his breath.

"No," she groaned against the pillow, "I am ashamed, Erik."

He laughed loudly, "And why is that?"

She peeked up through her hair, "I thought of you–of you touching yourself and it made me–oh, I am a lecherous woman!"

Erik's eyes darkened and he licked his lips, "What did it make you do, Christine?"

Oh, God, she wanted to tell him all of her dark desires, her shameful thoughts about him touching himself. She couldn't deny him, no matter how hard she tried.

She leaned up on her elbow, her face still burning, "It excited me."

A shuddering breath overtook Erik and he kissed her hard, with a force that would leave her bruised, but she didn't care. It was what she wanted, what she needed from him.

He pulled back, his breaths ragged, "I have rested long enough. Lay on your back."

Being an obedient lover, she laid flat on her back and trembled with anticipation. He was going to take her, to satiate the burning ache between her legs. He was going to claim her virtue and she was thrilled! She couldn't imagine this moment with any other, not even–no, she wouldn't think of that, not now. Erik was her only love, her true love and he was moving over her, settling between her thighs. His newfound hardness brushed the inside of her leg as he lowered his body against hers.

"I promise that I will be as gentle as I can, my love," he affirmed, as he guided the tip of his member into her folds, sliding it along her slit a few times before settling at her entrance. "Tell me if I am hurting you, promise me."

Christine nodded quickly, "I promise."

She was shaking, hoping that the pain of his entry would not be as great as she had heard from others. Madame Giry had told her and Meg that the loss of a woman's virginity was horribly painful, worse than her monthly bleeding, but she was willing to bear through any pain to be with Erik. It was worth it in her mind.

Erik took one of her hands in his and propped himself up on his elbows, lowering his face into her neck. A small sting of pain shot through her as the head of him pushed its way into her, but it wasn't too unbearable, so she relaxed and spread her legs further apart. He grunted and gripped her hand tighter and eased farther in at a tortuous pace. The stinging pain grew but she breathed through it, not wanting him to stop if he thought he was hurting her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to show any weakness.

Once Erik was fully seated inside of her, he sat still for a minute or so and the pain had all but dissipated. Now, she felt full. He had completed her. She sighed in relief, giving his hand a light squeeze. They were finally one flesh, one being.

Erik lifted his head from her neck, his eyes meeting hers, "I've perished and gone to Heaven, I swear it."

"We are both in Heaven then," she whispered, pulling his lips down to kiss him. It was sloppy and feverish, both breathing heavily into each other, and Christine moved her hips, begging him to move against her.

After a moment, he slid his length from her and agonizingly slowly sunk back into her heat. His forehead pressed against hers as he repeated the motion, setting a painfully slow pace, each delicious pant from his lips setting her skin ablaze.

Christine felt as if she was floating, her Erik was pleasuring himself inside of her and she couldn't ask for anything more in the moment. Her entire being was complete, her soul and her heart had found their mate and they were consummating their love in a passionate embrace. Each hushed whisper that left Erik's lips clung to her skin and soaked into her soul, each breathy gasp, each smooth thrust against her flesh, and each stroke of her cheek under his thumb followed suit. Her mind was entranced by the angelic musings he whispered in her ear, "Mine…angel…goddess…so tight…so wet…so perfect…"

A low groan filled the room and hard thrusts replaced the slow ones and Christine moaned loudly at the stinging pain that emanated through her as their skin audibly slapped together. Her fingernails raked along his back and dug in near his shoulder blades in an attempt to stabilize herself from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling.

Erik grunted and slowed his movements, trailing the pads of his fingertips down her cheek, "You take me so well, my angel."

The praise caused a fluttering in Christine's stomach and she whimpered against his lips, wrapping her legs around him, lifting her hips to meet his. She wanted more praises, more affirmations that she was perfect, just as he had commended her during their lessons. Her strict angel commanded her soul, spirit, and body to be as magnificent as they could be. She wanted him to command her again, but this time as a man. A man she deeply loved.

Erik growled and slammed into her once again, "So tight, so wet, and it's all for me."

The air was pushed from her lungs and she gasped for breath, quivering beneath him, "Please, oh, please, Erik!"

"You are mine! All mine!" he grunted, plunging harder into her again and again.

More! More! More! Harder! her mind sang, wishing she could scream it aloud but not wanting to seem like a frenzied mess of a woman.

He grasped her thigh in one hand and pushed her legs wider, delving deeper inside of her before slowing again, "Touch yourself, come with me."

Christine felt a rush of heat across her face and not wanting to confess to the sins of pleasuring herself, she simply replied, "I–I don't know how."

Erik's brow furrowed and he stilled completely, looking away from her face and mumbling something quietly to himself. He fixed his gaze back on her and took in a shaky breath, "I have a confession, my love, and you may hate me for it."

Christine looked at him confused, wondering what he could have done to think she would hate him, "I could never hate you."

"Very well," he murmured, "I watched you that night, Christine. As you pleasured yourself. Please do not think less of me, I was merely captivated by your beauty. It took all of my strength to walk away when I did."

Christine gasped, her face burning more than it ever had. Oh, God, he did see her. He watched her just as she hoped he had been, but she could never admit that! Did he hear her speak his name at her climax? Good God, how was she to know he was actually watching her?!

She looked back up at him, his thumb was now trailing along her lower lip, enthralling her. Suddenly, she didn't care that he had seen her that night, if anything it made her burn for him even more.

Without a second thought she spoke, "I hoped you had been," and she kissed the tip of his thumb, hoping the admission would not make him think less of her.

"God, Christine, I love you," he breathed shakily, "Now, do as I say, touch yourself."

"I love you, Erik," she purred as she slid her hand between their bodies, placing her fingers at the top of her sex. God, she was wetter than she ever had been, it was nearly impossible to keep her fingers from sliding on their own volition. She did her best and worked in slow timid circles, keeping her gaze trained on the salacious eyes of her lover.

He continued sliding in and out of her, flesh on flesh, the gentleness returning as he pierced her over and over again. His fingers dotingly grazed over her cheek and she leaned into his touch, kissing the fingers that trailed over her lips.

She tightened her legs around him and continued working her fingers, faster and faster, needing to give him what he desired, needing to give herself what she desired. Then she felt the first jolt of lightning hit her and her thighs clamped around Erik, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her head fell back into the pillows and he followed her, pulling her lips to his while pushing her through her release. She could feel her muscles pulsing around him as he drove hard and fast inside of her. The number of times she had screamed his name was almost uncountable, but it was the name of the man she loved and would be the name that would fall from her lips during each of their pairings.

Christine gasped as Erik plunged into her at an almost inhuman speed, his rhythm becoming irregular and hasty. There was a deep rumble in his chest as he snapped his hips against hers, then he tensed and jerked as her name fell from his lips followed by a choked cry as he pulsed within the wet heat that engulfed him.

"God, I love you," he groaned against her lips as he rocked into her.

Christine felt a rush of heat inside of her and knew that he had found his pleasure within her just as she had wanted him to. The feeling satisfied her and she wrapped her arms tighter around him, accepting the crushing force of his lips against hers. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat as she parted her lips and kissed him passionately, breaking away to catch her breath. She panted into the air between them and he was doing the same, his eyes darting over her face.

The look he gave her was euphoric, adoring, and she wanted to get lost in his eyes, to drown in the depths, to fade into them and stay there forever. Her breathing slowed and she stole another kiss before resting back on the pillows.

"I love you, my Erik," she whispered into the air between them.

He smiled and kissed her again, "I am never going to stop loving you. I am your servant, for all eternity."

Erik shakily leaned up and she felt him slowly pulling his spent member from her tender flesh, then he collapsed onto the bed next to her, pushing the disheveled coverlet over their bodies. She crawled into his open arms and laid her head in the crook of his neck, placing her lips along his jaw before gripping his chin and finding his lips. She would never be able to get enough of his sweet kisses, not as long as she lived.

He firmly held the nape of her neck and rubbed her back as she kissed him, the soothing effect made her shudder into his mouth. She pulled away from him and nuzzled into his chest, brushing her lips against his skin and listening to the fast pace of his heart.

"You have enchanted me, my love. This gift you bestowed upon me–I had never expected you to want me in this way," he breathed.

Christine smiled, running her hand down his chest, "I will always want you, all of you, my love."

"Say it again," he pleaded, "I need to hear it every second of each day."

She lifted her head from Erik's chest and looked into his eyes, knowing exactly what he meant, "I love you."

His fingers hooked under her chin, bringing her mouth up to his once more and he kissed her lightly, "I love you, Christine. Forever and always."

"Forever and always," she affirmed.

Christine laid still for a while, her fingers making gentle circles in the hair at the center of his chest, thinking about how pleasant of a union they had. It had been more wonderful than she ever imagined and God, how he took her with such immoderation just as she had silently hoped for. Just as she would need for the rest of her life.

They belonged together, their souls were entwined and there was no severing the connection now that it had been consummated. She had bound herself to him and she would spend every night in his bed, serving him in every way she physically could. She was his lover, his confidant, and hopefully one day, his wife.

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Author's Note: Was it spicy enough? Should I add more spice next time?