Author's Note: Here is an early chapter, nearly a week ahead of schedule. Look at me being productive!

Actually, I got a new Chromebook today, finally upgrading the clunker of an HP I got back in 2015. Now, I don't have to worry about random crashes that break my train of thought. I wrote all of this in one day thanks to my new machine! Thanks Best Buy for having the one I wanted in stock!

Also, this chapter is spicy ;)

Chapter 15-Seduction

The last time Erik had been below the Opera Populaire was only a week before reuniting with Christine, though his visit had been brief and he hadn't paid any attention to the cleanliness. In truth, he had never expected to return, even if Christine had rejected him, he would simply never have left her side. He wouldn't have had the strength to let her go again.

He pushed the thought from his mind and continued down the tunnel to the smashed mirror which he knew would lead him into the large cavern. Upon entering the main cavern, there was a crunching sound as he stepped through the mirror. He looked down and saw the glass shards sprinkled across the ground. Christine surely wouldn't like having to walk through the mess when there was a chance she could cut her masterfully crafted feet.

He quickly busied himself sweeping up the glass into a neat pile, then he glanced around, realizing he had no way to properly dispose of it, so he shamelessly swept it into the lake. Christine surely wouldn't step foot in the water, even if she did, the glass was nowhere near where she would enter. After the glass was cleaned up, he tore a piece of fabric from one of the curtains he had draped over a different mirror and walked around his temporary home, dusting whatever he was sure Christine would like to use. He entered the kitchen and wiped down the table, noticing everything else was in perfect condition as he hardly ever used the kitchen. He turned on the water in the sink and was thankful he did, as brown water ran from it, so he left it to drain for a few minutes while he went to do the same in the washroom.

Once the pipes were running with clear water, Erik felt content that the place was habitable enough for Christine. Oh, but he simply couldn't leave without being sure the bed was neatly made and ready for her planned activities. He smoothed out the blankets, backing up slowly and entering the room to see what the bed would look like at first glance. It was perfect, well, as perfect as it would get.

Erik exited the bedroom and climbed the small set of steps before halting in his tracks and turning towards his organ. He had nearly walked past it completely.

"Greetings, old friend," Erik murmured, sitting down at the bench and taking up his leather binder. He thumbed through his old sheets of music, silently wondering if Christine would be willing to sing any of his old songs for him. She surely wouldn't be opposed to lessons while they lived in such a place, after all the cavern had some of the best acoustics, rivaling that of the grand stage of the Opera Populaire.

Erik lightly trailed his fingers over the ivory keys, not daring to apply too much pressure. He wouldn't allow himself to get distracted by music, not when he had a woman who was most likely growing impatient waiting for him. With a heavy sigh, he stood from the bench and made his way back to the mirror, but before he ducked into the tunnel, he noticed the gate on the water was still open. He moved to the lever and cranked it so the gate would close, and it did, though it creaked and groaned from the months of not being used, but it was stable. It was a stable safety measure in case anyone decided to pay them a visit, after all, no one knew of the secret entrance behind the mirror, but a whole host of people knew of the gate.

He went back through the mirror, intent on making his way back to Christine…to Claire. How was he to apologize to her? What was Christine telling her of him? Perhaps, she had already found it in herself to forgive him, though if she never did, he was certain he could live with it.

With a deep breath, he trekked back through the long tunnel and arrived at the small stone door that would open up in the back wall of the stables, and pulled the lever that was hidden within the stone. It slid open and he snuck out of the wall, turning to press the lever which mirrored it. It was hidden behind the wooden fence, tucked far back where only he could reach with his slender fingers.

Once the door had closed, he turned to Cesar who stood patiently, grazing on the hay Erik had laid on the ground for him. The stallion turned his head towards Erik and kicked his hoof.

"Yes, we are going back to Christine," Erik affirmed, certain that Cesar was just as impatient as he was but to see Beauty. Though, he had no way of knowing a horse's mind.

Erik hoisted himself onto Cesar and rode back to the brothel where he left Christine, chancing riding along some of the main streets to arrive faster. Beauty was still at the stables and Erik tied Cesar alongside her before heading in through the small door into the brothel.

It smelled even worse than before, the stank of cigarettes and sex filled his nostrils and he wondered how he stayed there for so long without being turned off by the smell. Perhaps, living in the fresh air of the cottage instead of his subterranean home had changed his sense of smell.

He found his way to the base of the stairs, giving a polite nod to Madame Bassett as he walked by, not wanting to strike up a conversation to delay things any further. At the top of the flight, he heard hushed laughing and whispering, one voice belonging to Christine. He reached the door and listened for a moment before deciding he didn't want to invade any private conversation they were having.

Instead, he rapped on the door, lightly so as to not frighten them. He heard shuffling within the room, then the door swung open and Claire stood before him. Her emerald eyes softened and she smiled, which took Erik by surprise and he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth to speak, her arms were around him, nearly knocking him from his feet.

"Erik, I am so sorry for how I behaved. Christine explained everything," she spoke quickly, tightening her hold on him.

His eyes darted to Christine who sat quietly on the bed with a cup of tea in her hands and a wide smile on her face. He looked back down at Claire and awkwardly patted her head, "It's alright. I–I accept your apology."

Claire pulled from him and ushered him into the room, sitting him down next to Christine and glancing between them before speaking with slurred speech, "You two are rather beautiful together, I wonder what your children will look like."

Children? Was Christine discussing her want of a child with Claire? How acquainted with each other had they become?

Erik's face blanched and he glanced over at Christine, noticing her flushed face and apologetic eyes. She giggled and spoke with steady speech, "We may have added something to our tea. Though I've only had a small amount, Claire has had several more than I have."

"Are you inebriated?" he asked Christine, he didn't want a repeat of what happened on the balcony. He couldn't bear seeing her sick again.

"Hardly, I've only had a few sips of my tea," she said as she took another sip.

Erik looked at her skeptically then back to Claire who was swaying in front of them, "I do believe that she needs to sit down. Perhaps a nap is in order."

"Yes," Christine agreed, standing and placing her cup of tea on the trunk at the base of the bed. She gripped Claire's shoulders to steady her, "Claire, why don't you lay on the bed? I will tuck you in and Erik and I will take our leave. I did very much enjoy our time together, my dear."

Claire nodded and smiled, "Of course, I'm so happy to have met you. I do feel rather dizzy, so sleep would do me good."

Christine moved Claire around the bed and under the coverlet where she tucked the girl in. Erik watched, realizing the two had bonded rather well, to a point they were sharing drinks and stories that he had not been privy to. Their friendship reminded him of little Meg Giry and how good of a friend she was to Christine. He smiled and stood from the bed, crossing to stand next to Christine.

"There you are, now, thank you for allowing me to stay," Christine whispered, "Erik and I are grateful for everything you have done for us. When we are settled into our new home, I will send for you as I promised."

Erik laughed, "Yes, we would be more than happy to have you, though we may have to hide our liquor."

Christine jabbed him in the side with her elbow, "What Erik meant to say is he would be glad to have you. Now, rest. I will let Madame Bassett know you are up here and ask that you be left alone."

He bit back another laugh and nodded, "Yes indeed. I will be sure of it."

Claire giggled, "Alright, it was good seeing you Erik, and it was good meeting you, Christine. Have a safe journey home."

"We will, my dear," Christine replied, taking Claire's hand and pressing a kiss to the top of it. She released her and walked over to the door, gesturing for Erik to follow.

He looked down at the woman in the bed and gave a small smile, "Thank you, I will repay you as soon as I am able."

Claire simply nodded and he noticed her eyelids were fluttering closed, so he turned to follow Christine, glancing one last time at Claire before closing the door behind him.

Christine was waiting for him at the top of the stairs, her hands clasped in front of her. He moved to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Are you certain you have not had too much to drink?"

"Quite certain, and I feel fine if that's what you are asking," she assured him, placing her arm around his waist to mirror his embrace.

"Alright then," Erik breathed, leading her down the stairs and to the bar where Madame Bassett stood with a glass of whisky in her hand.

"Claire is in bed and rather under the weather, I trust you will let her sleep her illness off tonight. We did pay for the night after all," Erik reminded the woman.

Madame Bassett scoffed then plastered a smile on her face, "I am not one to sell my girls when they are sick, monsieur."

"Yes, I am sure of it, I just don't know if what she has is contagious, she looks rather pale and is running a fever. I should get my fiance home and be sure she doesn't catch it," Erik said, being sure to make Claire sound as sick as possible. He couldn't have the sleazy woman in front of him attempt to make her work while she was inebriated.

Madame Bassett shrieked, "Contagious! Oh, no, Claire will stay in that room alone. My business will not be known for getting its patrons sick."

"Excellent," Erik flashed a smile, "We will be on our way now, thank you for your hospitality."

"Of course, monsieur," the woman bowed her head and glanced at Christine, doing the same.

"Thank you," Christine whispered meekly, then Erik turned her towards the backdoor, intent on getting back to the Opera Populaire as soon as possible. He finally had Christine back in his arms and he couldn't wait any longer to give her what she desired.

xXx

Everything was finally unloaded from the horses, and Erik was making his way back through the tunnel having gone back to the stable one last time to assure the horses would be fed and watered plenty to last to the next evening. He stepped back through the mirror and looked around, his eyes landing on Christine who sat silently on the chaise lounge he had placed near his organ.

She read one of the many books he kept on a small shelf in the corner of the room, thumbing quickly through the pages as she did when the first page didn't catch enough of her attention. It was a quirk Erik found rather endearing, though he had told her many times that if she didn't like the contents of the first page then she wouldn't like the rest of the work, but she was always adamant that every book had something good within it.

Erik smiled and stepped backwards, intent on observing her for a while, just as he used to do. He watched from the shadows as she set the book down and wandered from the chaise lounge over to his organ where she sat on the bench. Her fingers smoothed over the keys and he could tell she was keeping her pressure light as if scared to cause the instrument to produce any noises. She moved her eyes from the ivory to his worn leather binder that held his sheet music, then she reached up, moving several stray pieces of parchment to the side and produced a newer binder, one that held his long forgotten score for Don Juan Triumphant!

It was at that moment he stepped from the shadows, though he stayed quiet, wanting to gauge her reaction to finding the score. She flipped through the pages, humming the tune of some of the earlier songs, then she came upon the final song in the opera. Erik decided he had enough of watching her, he couldn't allow her to relive those moments any longer.

"Christine, would you like to return to the lounge?" Erik interrupted.

She jumped, gasping and pressing on a few of the keys, creating an ungodly sound that echoed through the cavern, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Erik laughed, "I apologize, my love. Why don't we put that away," he gestured to the binder she still held in her hands, "and we can have some tea and turn in for the night."

Christine looked down at the binder, and reopened it to the last song, "I was actually thinking that I was rather flat during Point of No Return. In truth, I was not expecting you to sing alongside me. If I had known you were going to attend in such a way, I would have prepared myself better."

Flat? His Christine, no never. She had performed beautifully, there was no room for improvement. He would oblige regardless, he couldn't let his student feel in such a way. He moved over to her and took the score in his hands, breathing deeply and remembering how many countless hours he put into the opera. How many countless hours he wasted for something that will never be performed again.

"Of course, perhaps tomorrow, for now we can simply exist on the lounge chair, or if you feel the need for more room, may I suggest the bedroom?" Erik pushed, feeling a heat rising in him at the thought of her singing to him. Singing a particular song to him.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to listen to her sing, he couldn't help but desire having her naked beneath him and if he had to wait any longer, he would simply die.

Christine shook her head, "No, now, I want to practice now."

"But, I–" he started.

"I will use the washroom, then I will meet you back here," she whispered, a mischievous smile spread on her face, almost as if she knew how he was feeling.

Erik clenched his jaw and nodded, "As you wish."

She quickly stepped away and he watched as she disappeared into the bedroom, then he turned his attention to the organ. He sat on the bench and propped up his binder, though it was hardly needed as he was the one who wrote the song. Regardless, he glanced up at the parchment as he played, warming his stiff fingers which hadn't played for a week. It was truly a beautiful composition, one that he would be proud of until the end of his days. Perhaps, Don Juan would be performed once the theater was up and running again, after all he would have full control over the productions and cast. It would be wonderful to see Christine perform as Aminta once again.

The song was coming to a close when he felt warm hands snaking up his neck and to his face and he leaned into the touch. Christine's touch always had the same effect on him, even after so long, it still ignited his fire and delighted him in a way he never imagined he would experience.

He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her around to him, intent on placing her on his lap, but she pulled away. With a smile, he turned around and nearly lost all of the air from his lungs. Mere feet from him was a stark naked Christine, staring at him with an intensity that would surely set him on fire.

"Christine," he rasped, "Where are your clothes?"

"I removed them," she stated, her eyes wide and chest heaving as she breathed.

Was she nervous? Such an act was not like her and he couldn't help but think of what brought on such an idea. Did she use the excuse of wanting to sing so he would be distracted giving her a chance to remove her dress and surprise him with her body? Perhaps she was inebriated after all and was not in her right mind.

Erik swallowed hard and started to rise from the bench, maintaining eye contact with her but just as he got to his feet she took a step back. He paused and looked at her with bemusement, terribly confused as to what she desired.

"You are not to touch me until I perfect the song," she commanded, moving forward and standing painfully close to him, "Do we have an understanding?"

With a deep shuddering breath, he nodded and sat back down, fixing his gaze on the keys. He could feel the heat of her right next to him, taunting him to reach out and grasp her, but he was uncertain of what the punishment would be if he disobeyed.

He placed his trembling fingers on the keys and cleared his throat, "I will begin a few notes before Aminta's part, let me know when you are ready."

"Are you not going to sing with me?" she asked, her voice sultry.

Was she attempting seduction? What had made her think she would need to do such a thing for him to please her?

He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep his gaze upward in a better attempt to control himself, "My love, if you want me to please you, you have but to ask."

"As I have said, I feel that I fell flat and would like to perfect the song," she repeated.

She moved around the organ to stand directly in front of him, everything from the bottom of her breasts and up was visible to his eyes and he couldn't help but lower his gaze. Her nipples were hardened, likely from the chill of the cavern, and they were taunting him. The taste was nothing to the imagination as he had had them in his mouth numerous times, but he still couldn't help wondering if they would taste any different to a starved man.

Christine cleared her throat and his attention snapped up to her face, "I would very much appreciate it if you sang with me."

Erik nodded quickly, wanting to give her anything she desired, wanting to push the matter along so he could love her, "We will begin once with Aminta's part, then we will do a second time with both. Is that alright?"

She sighed, the sound dramatic, "I suppose."

"Alright, let me know when you are ready," he fixed his gaze on the keys again and waited for her instruction.

"I'm ready," she whispered and Erik couldn't help but think of the double meaning to it. Was she ready to sing or for him to take her with reckless abandon?

Music sounded through the cavern, a sound Erik very much missed, and Christine began her seduction.

You have brought me to that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence

I have come here hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent

Erik let out a deep shuddering breath and squeezed his eyes shut, willing his unholy thoughts to the back of his mind for later use. He would not disobey Christine, he had to show her he was in control of himself, though she had complete and total control of the situation. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes fixing with her blazing gaze.

Now I am here with you, no second thoughts

I've decided, decided

Past the point of no return, no going back now

Our passion-play has now at last begun

Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question

How long should we two wait before we're one

Christine leaned over the organ, pressing her breasts against the hard surface and Erik imagined how her pert bottom was on full display yet he was not privy to it in his position. His hardness was growing unbearably painful and he could hardly focus on what notes he was playing. His fingers moved across the keys in a disastrous fashion, unsure if he would even be able to correct his blunder, but Christine continued, her tone and melody perfect just as he would expect from his student.

When will the blood begin to race

The sleeping bud burst into bloom

When will the flames at last consume us

Her perfect vibrato shook him to his core and he let out a heavy breath, finding his fingers correcting themselves and joining her in song, his eyes demanding her full attention, trying to gain at least some control. She moved around the organ so her body was on full display to him, the thick curls above her heat could be seen even as he trained his eyes on hers, taunting him to take a peek. He could not give in to such temptation, not until the song was complete and he had fulfilled all requirements to touch her, after all, her song was perfect. She was perfect.

Past the point of no return, the final threshold

The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return

As the final note concluded, Erik stood and reached for her, fully confident that his work was complete, but just as his fingers brushed her arm, she lurched away from him. With a devilish smile, she darted away, pressing her back against the stone wall on the other side of the room.

"Christine, don't make me chase you," he rasped in a deep voice.

She let out a giggle and slowly turned from him, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a provocative expression before quickly moving towards the bedroom. He would have to chase her after all.

Erik stripped off his shirt and followed, intrigued by her little game, though it was very unlike his Christine to engage in such teasing. Perhaps, he was imagining her and the real one was still in the washroom, but alas, he caught up to her and touched her. Only briefly as she evaded him by ducking into the kitchen and around the table. It was real after all.

Christine stood on the other side of the dining table, watching him intently, a rose red blush on her perfect cheeks. Her eyes were dark and peered up at him through thick lashes.

"Are we done with this game?" he asked, pressing his hands onto the table and slouching over, waiting for any notion of which direction she would dart in.

She shook her head and giggled again, then she moved to the left, but before she could move around the table, Erik pushed it to block her path. He had her cornered, no escape. She was all his and he had earned it. He had come out as the victor in their little game.

Christine backed up against the wall, her perfect body trembling and Erik wondered if it was from the exhilaration or the cold. No matter, he would warm her up in no time at all. He reached out and took her hair in his hand, smoothing his fingers down the curl before dropping it and trailing his thumb between her breasts. Without warning, she tried to escape him and she almost did, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his stomach.

"Not so fast, I won," he whispered in her ear, earning himself a whimper of what he could only assume was pleasure. He removed one of his arms from around her, snaking his fingers down her stomach, eliciting sharp gasps and shivers from the beauty against his chest. The thick curls that crowned her sex were softer than ever and he groaned as he moved farther, slipping one finger between her clamped thighs and pushing between her folds.

It was nearly impossible to keep his finger from sliding on its own volition or keep firm pressure on her bud of pleasure from how much silky wetness he found. It prompted a painful ache to form in his loins and he knew just feeling her arousal had brought it on.

"Was it my music, Christine, was it my music that made you so wet that I can hardly please you properly?" he purred into her ear. She lurched into him, thrusting her hips into his hand and mewled into the air around them.

"Y–yes," she whimpered, reaching her hand up to pull his head down so his lips could find her neck. He kissed and bit her flesh, still attempting to keep his finger on the nub that craved his attention, but he couldn't hold back any longer. His hardness had become so painful that he was sure if he wasn't inside of her within the next minute, he would explode.

Erik pushed Christine down so that her stomach was on the dining table, intent on taking her in a position they had never tried before. A position he had always imagined, in the spot he had always imagined it. He used to sit alone, eating breakfast and have to relieve himself from how hard just the thought of her across the table made him.

"Is this proper?" Christine asked, looking over her shoulder.

His strong hand pressed on the center of her back, keeping her firm against the table as he worked to free himself from his trousers. He kicked them off and took himself in his hand, sliding the head of his shaft up her slit, gripping her backside and opening her up for him. The sight was wonderful, her beautiful pale bottom red with the marks of where his hand squeezed it, the glistening wetness that leaked from her heat down into the cleft of her rear. It was all his, his to claim as his own whenever he pleased.

Without second thought, he sunk his length into her, groaning out a garbled, "Quite proper."

A low moan sounded beneath him as he made his entry, telling him she too enjoyed the new position. He sat still once fully seated inside of her, fearing that if he moved he would spend himself far too quickly. After a moment, Christine pushed back against him and he pressed his stomach against her back, sliding his shaft from her clutch before connecting their flesh once again.

"Fuck," Erik groaned, the syllable prolonged by a shuddering breath that escaped him. He pulled her hair to one side of her neck and kissed her skin before slamming into her again. The feeling was immaculate and the velvet of her sex nearly undid him, but he couldn't spend himself yet, not when he had so much to do.

He lifted his body from hers and plunged into her again, the table groaned and creaked underneath them, but he didn't care. If they broke it, he would simply purchase a new one. He set a rhythm against her, earning gasping moans and mewls as he squeezed her bottom in both of his hands. But it didn't last long as the table was troubling them once again.

It was sliding from under them and Erik enjoyed Christine in such a position far too much so he picked her up, staying fully inside of her and set her on the adjacent side of the table so the wall would catch the impact of his thrusts. He couldn't allow his beautiful bride to be hurt if he fucked the table out from under her.

Christine's hands were grasping for something to hold onto, so Erik placed his hands on either side of her head and grabbed one hand at a time, pulling them on top of his. If she needed something to keep her steady as he fucked her into the breakfast table, then he would surely be that thing. He pressed his body against hers once again and slowed his movements, setting a pace that would allow him to calm his thundering heart.

After several seconds, Christine released one of his hands and he felt her lift her leg slightly. Erik leaned up and saw her pushing her hand between her thighs, likely seeking out her release. He knew when she connected with her flesh by how her clutch pulsed around him, but he couldn't have her coming yet, not when their fun had just started. Not when she had forced him to be a proper gentleman while she flaunted her naked body in front of him.

Erik grasped her arm and pulled it from between her thighs, "Not yet, my love. We must practice patience."

"Oh, please, Erik!" she pleaded, but he didn't listen. Instead, he took both of her hands and pinned them as the base of her back, holding them with one of his hands.

He lifted her with his other hand, wrapping his fingers around her throat and pulling her back against his chest. His thrusts slowed again to a point where he was hardly moving at all, and he released her hands, content that they were still perfectly pinned between them.

"I love you, I love feeling you around me," he whispered, shoving his face into her neck and trailing his free hand up to her breasts and pinching a nipple between his index and middle finger. She shuddered against him and he moved lower, circling directly above her navel lazily.

"Please, please," Christine whimpered while attempting to free her hands.

"I love how wet I make you," he rasped, trailing the pads of his fingers farther down until they met the soft curls once again.

She lurched into him, freeing her hands but instead of seeking her release, she wrapped both of them around the back of his head, "I love you. I love you inside me. Please, Erik."

He dragged his length from her and pushed back in, simultaneously connecting his finger with her pulsing bud. She groaned into the air and shivered, her clutch pulsing around him. He made slow circles around her sensitive flesh, knowing he was going to prolong her torture for as long as possible. For as long as he desired.

"You sang so well, my Christine, so good for your Erik," he groaned into her ear, quickening his fingers.

"Yes, yes," she mewled, clawing at the back of his head. Her nails were sharp against his scalp, but nothing he couldn't bear.

Erik slowed his fingers, biting at her neck, "Do you want to come, Christine?"

She nodded, the back of her head bumping into the crook of his shoulder, "P–please."

He removed his fingers from her flesh and slid his shaft from her, the disappointed groan from the angel in his arms was nearly painful, but he needed to take her to his bed. The table was no place for her first orgasm in such a place. He had always imagined it in his bed, with her above him, taking him into herself and crying out in complete ecstasy.

With a grunt, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her trembling body against his and carrying her as quickly as he could into the bedroom. Once there, he set her on the bed and climbed in next to her, on top of the red sheets he had never once believed he would take her on.

She launched at him, covering his lips with hers, her hands clawing at his chest as if she were a ravenous wild animal. He parted his lips and took her tongue into his mouth, allowing her to take the lead. He moved them into the middle of the bed and laid flat on his back, moving her in a way so she was sitting on her knees.

He broke from her, staring up into her eyes and ran his thumb over her lips, wanting gentility to fall over them for the rest of their union. Her eyes were blazing and she kissed the tip of his thumb, one of her hands trailing up his chest to cup the damned half of his face.

"Christine, I would like for you to take me," he whispered, meeting her hand against his face.

He saw an understanding flash in her eyes and she nodded, swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling against him. Her heat ran up the underside of his shaft and he groaned, shoving the back of his head into the pillows. He felt her rise up slightly and her firm grasp on his length, before the head of him found her entrance.

Her long breathy gasp filled his ears as she sunk down onto him, engulfing him once again. She sat perfectly still apart from the tremors that vibrated through her, and he opened his eyes to see her staring down at him through half closed eyes. A look of primal lust was on her pink flushed face and she reached for his hands, bringing them to her hips. He gripped them tightly and pulled her downwards, grinding her down onto him, pushing himself even deeper than before.

His head fell back again but he maintained eye contact, "God, Christine, you are a goddess."

"So you have said," she whispered, leaning back slightly. The pressure from the new angle sent a deep shudder through Erik's body and he let out an embarrassingly loud sigh of pleasure.

She looked down between them and Erik followed her gaze. Their joined sexes were perfectly on display to him and Erik wondered what it looked like from her angle. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she lifted her rear and he watched as part of him slid from her before disappearing as she pressed back down. It was nearly too much to bear.

"Christine, please," Erik begged, pulling her attention back to him. She smiled lightly and moved again, awkwardly but it felt amazing. It was everything he imagined, everything he needed.

He gripped her hips tighter and did his best to guide her rhythm against him, to show her how to take him properly. Though he had never been privy to the experience, he had seen the act performed several times within the opera house. He had seen the way a woman pleased a man and he wanted the same, he wanted to be the man with a woman on top of him giving him what he had given her time after time.

Christine let out a breathy sigh and moved one of his hands to her breast. He took the hardened nipple between his fingers and pinched, very lightly just as he knew she liked it. Her head fell back and she worked her hips faster.

The same hips that moved deliciously against him, each movement giving him more silky wetness to plunge into. His eyes greedily grazed over her body, taking in every inch of her skin, every inch of the flesh that she had given him full access to. He looked down between them and saw the neglected bud of flesh, red and swollen with need, and decided she could have what she desired and he would have the image of her pleasuring herself on full display for his eyes.

He grasped one of her hands, her eyes opening and snapping down to his, and moved it to her sensitive flesh.

"Can I come now?" she asked, hesitantly moving her fingers in slow circles over the bud.

All Erik could do was nod, he couldn't speak and he was sure if he even tried, it would come out an incoherent slur of words.

Christine sighed and worked her fingers faster, her rhythm faltering on top of him, but he didn't care, he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. Her arousal had dripped down her thighs and as he slammed up into her, an audible wet slapping noise sounded through the room. He felt her clutch squeeze around him and she reached behind her, digging her nails into one of his thighs, stabilizing herself.

"Oh, God, please, harder," she cried out, and he obeyed her as if she had a knife to his throat. He slammed into her letting out a growl every time their flesh connected. Erik saw her frantic fingers stuttering and shaking before he heard a nearly silent squeaking from her, followed by a groan of the lowest note a soprano could ever dream of hitting.

Erik looked up at Christine's face as her eyes rolled back and her jaw fell slack. Her face scrunched and he felt the unbearably tight pulsing of her heat around his shaft, pushing him into his own release. He groaned, pulling her down into a sloppy kiss as he pushed both of them through their mutual release, then he couldn't breath. He couldn't catch his breath and he saw white specks in his vision as he pulsed violently, spilling his seed into her.

"Oh, fuck, Christine," he groaned once he caught his breath. He panted heavily, pulling her against him and kissing her again, their mouths lazily sliding against each other. She collapsed into his arms, her trembling limbs pulling into his sides as she relaxed against him. He pushed the sweat soaked curls from her forehead and placed his lips against her temple, lingering there and tasting the saltiness of her skin.

"You took me so well, my love," he praised her, knowing it was what she desired to hear.

She mewled into his neck and pressed her lips underneath his jaw, "I love you."

"As I love you," he whispered before pulling his spent member from her and moving her to lay next to him. Christine nuzzled into his chest, pressing her stomach against him and entwining her legs with his.

He folded the blanket over them, having no strength to get up and slide underneath it, and started making lazy circles on her back while running his other hand over her hair. His lips trailed down her cheek and to her lips where he pressed lightly before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"You truly are a masterpiece, my love," he affirmed, pulling her tight against him. Christine giggled and Erik looked down at her, seeing her wide smile, "What's so funny?"

"I wasn't expecting you to make it all the way through Aminta's part," she answered, biting her lip as if to suppress another laugh.

Erik threw his head back with laughter, "If you couldn't tell, I was having a very hard time focusing on anything other than your body. I nearly lost myself several times."

"I could tell, you stopped playing the correct notes. It's not like you to play in such a way," she said as she kissed his chest. He could feel her lips turn up in a smile.

"The same could be said for you, what brought on such an idea? Not that I didn't enjoy it, I very much enjoyed it," he assured her, moving his hand to rest on her hip, massaging the skin there.

Christine shrugged, "I don't know. It just came to my mind as I was looking through your music. Perhaps, next time we can sing the full song."

"Next time?" he asked, looking down at her with a wide grin. "Next time, we will sing while I make love to you."

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, "I would like that."

"Then it's settled," he whispered, placing his fingers under her chin to pull her lips up to his. He kissed her deeply, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place. After several minutes of lavishing her, he pulled away and settled into the pillows.

He wanted to stay there forever, Christine wrapped in his arms, completely naked and basking in the aftermath of their union. If it was up to him, he would never leave their bed again, unless for means of survival such as food, water, or music. Perhaps, he would hire a maid to bring them only the essentials. But, he needed to find them a home before thinking of such things.

A home for his beautiful bride, for his future wife. Finding a home would be a hard task without having help from someone and he had only one person in mind.

"My love, in regards to a new home, I am going to leave sometime tonight to find Madame Giry. I will need her help as I cannot leave during the daytime," Erik said against the top of her head.

She nodded, "Alright, I hope you are able to find her, I know she had an apartment not far from here. I hope she is still there," she paused and looked up at him with a huge smile, "Maybe I can visit Meg!"

Erik shook his head, "I don't want you leaving here for the time being. If someone spots you and sees you near here, they will know where you are."

Her smile faded and she buried her face in his chest, "I suppose."

"But that doesn't mean they can't come here, I can sneak them in to see you," he placed his fingers under her chin, pulling her face back to his. He saw tears wavering on her waterline and he felt a tinge of guilt for making her feel such a way, "I won't deny you friendship, my love. I can't expect you to spend all of your time with me."

Though, I would like you to, he thought to himself.

Her smile returned and she kissed him, "Oh, thank you. I have missed Meg so much!"

"Anything for my fiance, now you must rest, my love. If they end up wishing to see you tomorrow, then I don't want to have you looking like death, I'm afraid I already fit that bill," he teased, feeling strange as he had never made a joke about his condition.

Christine giggled and placed her hand on his haunted cheek, "Death must be rather handsome then."

Erik felt a heat flush his face and he grasped her hand, kissing her pulse point, "I suppose I have to agree, otherwise you may fight me on it."

She nodded and he pulled her against him and laid back against the pillows. He counted her breaths until they began to slow to a pace that he knew was one that set in when she was close to sleep. Her light snores filled the room and he rested his cheek against her curls, curious as to what she was dreaming of as he always was. It was a shame he wasn't gifted with the power of reading minds. That would be a rather fun gift to have, though he was sure he would hear things he had no desire to know.

Erik pushed the thought from his mind and closed his eyes, wanting to dream of Christine. Perhaps he would dream of her naked at his organ, or of their wedding day. Soon, very soon, she would be his wife and he would have everything he had ever dreamed of.

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Author's Note: I hope ya'll enjoyed the spiciness!