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Forever after Tonight	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Forever after Tonight
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Disclaimer: Melina and the painter are mine. Rest belongs to Gaston Leroux and partly A. L. Webber... wish it were the other way around, though. I'm making no money off of this, either.
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Alright, this is my first fanfic here, so please don't send me too harsh flames. Besides, English is not my native language, but I try my very best. Thx a lot to my beta Lisa who watched over this to at least correct the deadly mistakes!

Story's placed somewhere in the middle of the original story... it just came to my mind after a very vivid dream one night. ;) My Erik definitely looks like Gerry Butler, so it's rather based on the movie than the book.

Enjoy...

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FOREVER AFTER TONIGHT

Calm down, Melina told herself for the hundredth time while wrapping the two wide silk scarves carefully around her chest and hips as she was supposed to. With a nervous glance at her own reflection in the mirror, she found something similar to relief about the fact that truly nothing was visible through the soft material. Then again, the events so far of the evening rushed through her brain, reminding her that even if the scarves showed anything, she would have no other choice but to accept it. It wasn’t her right as a whore to refuse whatever people who paid well wanted her to do (and paid well was even an understatement considering the amount of money her brothel owned by now because of her) although she would probably see only little if not nothing of it. He had made his demands crystal clear when informing their madam that he needed a whore tonight, thus the fat, dictatorial snake had agreed just too eagerly. But when it had come to actually sending one of her girls, she had decided on the one that meant no loss, just in case anything went wrong. Melina was not what people expected when asking for a willing girl. She had ended up in the brothel by chance not long ago and because of some parents’ cruelty that hadn’t kept them from selling their own daughter when wealth and a comfortable life had started to fade away because of carelessness. Maybe it could have ended even worse for her considering the fact that she at least had a place to stay, something to eat and something to wear and a kind of shelter by now. She knew how hard the times in Paris were and she didn’t try to be unthankful, but at the moment, standing in the attic of that old house, wearing nothing but two silk scarves around her body, she cursed anything and anyone who had ever crossed her path. So far, her madam had kept her from doing what people in a brothel were supposed to do for a living, thus Melina had no idea how to actually please a man who had already paid for a whore’s service. True, she wasn’t a virgin anymore – a circumstance that eased her nervousness a bit – and she had experienced passion and lust, however, the sheer imagination of sleeping with someone foreign and perhaps disgusting, even perverse, turned her whole being into a state of fear and horror. Giving her reflection an encouraging smile, she turned around and entered the room next door where the weird painter adjusted his items. All she wanted to do was get it over with since the man frightened her in a way she couldn’t quite explain. Compared to him, her client almost seemed gentleman-like, and she caught herself wondering what it must be like to join with him, to have those long, delicate fingers touching her, but the same time she feared him as she feared the dark tales about him. The soft candle light in the room made his white mask only more scary although he obviously had little intention in doing so. In fact, he seemed to be as bothered by the painter’s wish as Melina herself which surprised her.
“Are you done?”, he finally asked the other man in a harsh tone that reminded her that it was better to not anger him.
“I am. Could you two take positions?”
“Two?”, by now the mask only emphasized the building rage inside her client.
“You still owe me, my friend”, a growl replied those last words, “and I intend to paint a picture that will arouse my customers’ fantasies, thus I need both of you.”
Erik was utterly annoyed. He had paid a whore tonight to catch two flies at once. On the one hand she would serve him to finally end the unpleasant contact with that disgusting, pornographic bastard who called himself an artist, but whom he unfortunately owed since a stupid affair including money, and on the other hand he needed someone to distract him from having given up Christine who would never belong to him, he knew now. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the old, fat madam sending him a girl like that for the generous amount of money he had paid. Erik didn’t know what he actually had wanted – a woman far beyond his age that looked like a whore already six feet from afar? The imagination caused little arousal, thus he felt glad about having received her although she seemed to be very different from what he had witnessed during his nights on the streets of Paris. He didn’t even know her name, let alone the reason why she had ended selling herself, yet he felt a strange attraction to her that even Christine wouldn’t have been able to rise inside him.
“We’ve never agreed on that”, he growled at the painter until accepting his wish, however, not without making clear that he himself wouldn’t undress for the picture.
“Alright, then…”
The man stepped away from his painting items and motioned for Melina to lay down onto the bed in a rather unusual position that left her somewhere between resting on her stomach and right side. In any case it was not the most comfortable situation since she would have to remain like that until he had finished his work, and she didn’t even want to know how her client was supposed to take part in it.
“As for you, my friend”, again those two words were regarded with an angry scowl that showed that the meaning of friend was not mutual, “I want you to lay on her. Yes… exactly that way… and put one leg between hers.”
Melina truly couldn’t imagine how this painting would arouse even the filthiest, most perverse mind of a man since nothing was actually shown. Either the man was an artist beyond belief who simply needed inspiration for a picture that no doubt was supposed to get dirty, or he would change so much about the real models that it was useless how innocent they’d look like.
“No painting of my face”, her client’s voice came from above her in a menacing tone that didn’t fail its intention for the painter nodded in agreement.
“From now on, I want you to not move anymore until my work is finished. You will see, it won’t take me longer than half an hour, my friend.”
Melina grinned to herself at the curse her client gave because of those two last words he somehow detested more than anything else. Silence fell onto the room, only from time to time to be interrupted by the quiet humming of the painter who dedicated himself to his work so that he almost forgot that they were present, only seeing models for his painting in them. As the first five minutes came to their end, Melina found herself enjoying the position she was in. Had it not been for the circumstances and the humming artist, she could have easily assumed that it was intimacy without payment for the way his body pressed against hers caused her pleasure, indeed, and she wondered if he was used to being so close to anyone else at all, considering all those stories she had heard about the Opera’s Phantom that obviously avoided the world.
Erik himself deeply enjoyed the feeling of her body that was pressed to him as if she had always belonged to him, not only for tonight. By the end of the first few minutes, however, she made a fatal mistake by moving a bit – it was so small she probably hadn’t even noticed it, but he had. And obviously, his body had as well. He tried to calm himself down with all his might, yet it was hopeless since she was so close to him, his left leg between her naked ones, thus pressing his groin against a similar place of hers he didn’t want to think of now because it surely would not help in keeping his nearing arousal away. Two minutes of tensed muscles later and he finally became aware that his body simply wanted to betray him – no matter of what he thought or which boring details of the attic he concentrated on. Melina was absolutely unprepared for his reaction to the little movement she had done before, thus keeping back a frown to not catch the painter’s attention. But to ignore his arousal pressing against a very sensitive part of her body turned out to be impossible, and to her own surprise she even found it amazingly inspiring for the thoughts that had been dancing around in her head since the moment she had seen him. He was very handsome, no matter what people whispered about the right side of his face that lay beneath the mask. She wondered what it would be like to have him taking her in the position they were in right now, to feel his hands gliding across her body, to hear him moaning in both pleasure and desire. She hadn’t missed to notice that he owned a beautiful voice that hardly ever failed its intention. And she suddenly became aware that she wore nothing but two silk scarves being tied around her body while he was fully dressed. If she continued to think about him that way, she was afraid that he wouldn’t regret the high amount of money he had paid for her service tonight for it only rose her own arousal to imagine what might take place later.
“I’m done, my friend”, the disturbing voice of the painter came to their ears, ripping both of them out of their sweet dreams of each other.
“Finally”, Erik growled once again as a reply, but decided to better not move because he truly didn’t want the disgusting bastard to see the bulge in his pants.
“We are even, then.”
“We are. And now leave before I find myself growing more weary of you.”
The painter showed a dirty grin, but made sure to hurry up in his movements. A couple seconds later, and the door being slammed shut from the outside caused Erik to give a relieved sigh. He would kill the man later, no doubt, since he didn’t want him to sell a picture that showed her like that. For a moment, he frowned at his own thoughts. She didn’t belong to him more than any other whore would belong to a client as long as he paid, yet his heart almost hurt at the imagination that some pervert could find release in watching a painting that showed her. Erik closed his eyes to chase the thought away. He would kill the bastard, yes, but he would do it because he knew of what the man was capable of. Spreading rumors about the Phantom and its place of residence for tonight didn’t count to those things Erik actually wished for. Besides, Paris would be a better place with one filthy, perverse and utterly untalented artist less, no doubt. Artist! Erik almost snorted at that word. He called himself an artist because of the compositions he wrote, the work he had dedicated his life to, and now there were plenty of idiots running around, claiming they would be artists as well.
Melina shifted a little at the feeling of her foot that was covered with Erik’s settled between her legs starting to hurt from the lack of movement. She had expected him to get up as soon as the painter had left, pretending nothing had happened, and in fact he didn’t need to be ashamed of anything like that in front of a whore, she reminded herself in bitter realization once more. Yet his body was still pressed against hers, and she disliked the imagination of losing his warmth, but still she had to admit that she didn’t know how to handle his behavior anyway.
“I hurt you, I’m sorry”, his voice came to her ear as he obviously noticed how she tried to get her foot free. Before she could reply anything, however, he got up, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness, and went for the door to lock it. When he turned around to face her, he realized too late that the bulge in his pants was still quite prominent. She was nothing but a whore, Erik tried to tell himself, she had probably seen many men in a state like that. And yet, she didn’t look like she was very experienced for her gaze at him showed both her surprise and the slight fear since she didn’t know what he’d do next. Honestly, Erik didn’t even know himself. The only thing he came across over and over again was that his condition was getting visibly uncomfortable and that he didn’t want her on her knees to simply bring him release with her mouth, though. He had had dreams like that about Christine before finally giving her up, so why didn’t he agree on it now? She was a whore, no saint. And he had paid an idiotically high amount of money for her to pleasure him tonight. What in God’s name did he actually want from her if it wasn’t taking her hard over and over again just to erase the painful memories of Christine? Christine? Who the hell was that? Giving an angry sigh about his mind and body, Erik approached the bed to look down on the young woman who drove him mad with something he couldn’t explain.
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Melina.”
“Melina…”, he seemed to taste the foreign name, imagining what it would feel like to moan it out while she clung to him in passion, her lips silencing his own. Something was definitely not right with his mind tonight.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
Her answer shocked him as he realized how much of a child she still was, and the thought that she might have already pleased another client before him ripped something inside him apart. With a soundless sigh he took a seat next to her, watching the way she simply sat there, wearing nothing but those two scarves the painter had given her to fulfill his fantasy for the painting. Suddenly he wanted to have them burned in the little fireplace that was built into the wall on the left side of the room.
“Take them off!”
Her only almost hidden frown made him regret his harsh words immediately. He didn’t want her to think of him like that. Thus he stopped her hands from undoing the silk scarf that covered her chest, but their touch caused both of them to freeze in their movements, the air around them heavy with tension.
“I don’t want you to wear anything he has given you”, Erik softly explained after a moment of silence, and she slightly smiled at his words which filled his body with a feeling similar to the arousal he still suffered from. With a gentle movement of his hands he pulled her on his lap, her feet on both sides of his body making him suddenly aware that she wore nothing beneath that scarf which covered her hips. Melina seemed to remember it again as well as a slight blush crept over her face. All he had to do was open his own pants, rip the scarf away, and bury himself inside her. And strangely, the thought aroused her more than his hands resting above her hips already did. Erik looked at her in amusement since her expression showed just too obvious what she was thinking about. With a barely visible grin, he lifted her up to lay her on her back on the bed behind him, resting his hands on the soft skin of her thighs. She shivered at the touch she truly hadn’t expected so soon, but he moved higher until he pinned her body down with his own, making sure to rub his arousal against the thin material of the scarf.
“What’s your name?”, Melina brought out while biting back a delightful moan.
“Why?”
The surprise on her face at his question forced a smile to play around his lips.
“Just in case I tell you my name – what would you use it for?”
He didn’t miss the angry growl that escaped her throat, and it amused him only the more. It wasn’t like he had honestly awaited an answer because he knew that she had no idea what he intended to do – he didn’t even know it himself.
“Alright, to make it easier I’ll suggest a deal: You tell me one situation in which you would use my name, and I will take my mask off for it.”
Erik had seen the glances at his mask already before although Melina had been kind enough to neither stare nor make him feel like a circus attraction. For a moment, he noticed a flicker of fear in her eyes, probably caused by the stories that were told about the Opera’s Phantom and the horror tales why it wore a mask, but the next second it was already replaced with seriousness.
“I would use your name to curse at you in case I get a reason to.”
That clearly wasn’t an answer he had expected, yet she was right. To fulfill his part of the promise as well, Erik lifted his left hand to his face, slowly taking the mask off. For one terribly long second, neither of them said a word and he almost made an attempt to cover his deformation again as she suddenly opened her mouth to speak.
“Does it hurt?”
From all the things he had expected to hear because of the distortion that made his face a horrifying sight, this very question had never been among them, thus it took him a while until he actually found his voice again.
“No, it doesn’t hurt.”
Her right hand rose to stop shortly before it reached his deformation and Erik was able to read the following words in her eyes before they left her mouth.
“You can”, he simply assured her, holding his breath as her hand gently touched the rough skin of his face, slowly putting pressure on it until she truly believed herself that she wasn’t hurting him. Erik’s right hand moved across her body while he used his other one to prop himself up above her. Just as he reached her hips and slid beneath the silk scarf, he noticed that her left hand stroked over his chest that was exposed by his wide opened shirt, brushing against one of his nipples so slightly that he couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. Melina watched him with interest, not quite able to ignore how wonderful his voice sounded when in pleasure, but suddenly his body moved, pressing against her closely, and his lips shared an impassioned kiss with hers until they both had to gasp for breath.
“I want you”, he whispered into her ear while sliding both his hands into her hair to softly caress it.
“Why don’t you do it?”, at that point, she couldn’t hide her surprise about him any longer. Erik frowned at her question.
“Do what?”
“Take me like you probably already wanted to do during the painting…”
Her honesty didn’t keep her true emotions from her voice, though. It might have been his right to claim her for tonight since he had dearly paid for it, but that didn’t mean she had to be content with that fact.
“Would you want me to?”
“No.”
Erik saw the fear of his possible reaction to her quick, yet true answer and had to laugh. Then, however, his expression turned into a serious one.
“Besides the fact that I don’t intend to take you like a whore”, he covered her lips with his fingers as she wanted to interrupt him, “and I like to believe I am your first client, isn’t that the truth?”
She only nodded, somehow relieved that he knew.
“Besides that”, suddenly his voice lost a bit of the strength it normally owned, “I’ve never done this before.”
The imagination of the Phantom being a virgin appeared unreal to Melina, and she wasn’t sure if he wasn’t fooling her to simply have his fun. Judging by the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, however, she didn’t doubt his words. She was falling for him, she suddenly realized, when she was pulling him to herself again for a second kiss that was definitely more gentle than their former. His hands went beneath her back to take the scarf off and for a moment he found himself gazing at her in adoration since she was the first woman he had even seen partly undressed. Just by now he noticed her own hands being busy with opening his shirt to finally get it off his body. Erik used the opportunity to rub his arousal against the remaining scarf covering what he needed badly, hearing her moan of want at that contact.
“Please…”
“Please what?”, he whispered to her while freeing himself from his pants, but leaving the scarf still on her. His hands cupped both of her breasts to receive another soft moan.
“You’re killing me…”
“I’d kill myself, then”, his reply caused an awkward silence again. It was quite obvious what he had just expressed by saying that, and whatever had started with the intention to simply get a whore tonight had been utterly changed now. Melina got dizzy as her mind raced because of the revelation she had never ever expected to hear from a client. As much as she felt drawn to him, she still knew she was nothing but a whore, and he had to be mad with lust to say something like that.
“I meant it”, his voice suddenly assured her as if he had read her mind.
“You don’t”, with a hiss that showed her inner pain, Melina sat up and wanted to grab the scarf next to her to cover her upper body, but Erik closed his fingers around her hand, raising as well until he was able to look into her eyes.
“I’m not playing with you if that is what you’re afraid of.”
“Just in case you forgot, Monsieur”, she coolly told him, well aware of how formal that last word made the sentence sound, “you’ve paid for a whore’s service tonight.”
“I am well aware of that, Madame”, he replied in equal cruelty although it hurt him to do so, thus he sighed before grabbing the side of her neck and bringing his lips down on hers. No whore could kiss like that, Erik decided in certainty, when she responded to his tongue begging for entrance, pulling him against her once more. She didn’t even seem to care about his nudity by now, the scarf around her hips being the only thing that separated them from bare skin touching each other. But his fingers already were on the silky material, lifting it from her body so carefully she almost didn’t notice it until it was too late. Erik held his breath as he looked at her while propping himself up on his hands above her, her own suddenly closing around his forearms, enjoying the strong muscles she felt beneath her touch.
“I can’t believe I’ve paid so much for the wrong girl”, it escaped his lips, thus making Melina frown with unease.
“What do you mean, Monsieur?”
“I paid an incredible high amount of money for a whore – and look what I received…”
“A whore”, the bitterness in her voice was just too audible.
“Oh no”, Erik shook his head with an expression similar to utter conviction, “You could be one after tonight, no doubt, but I have no intention to make you a whore.”
“What did you receive then, Monsieur?”
“Call me by my name – it’s Erik.”
She almost saw herself moaning his name out and it embarrassed her how deceitful her body acted.
“To answer your question, Melina – I honestly don’t know”, he continued after a while, his voice sounding soft to her ears. “It’s true I already wanted you during the painting as I still want you now… but I also have to admit that this evening didn’t turn out the way I actually planned it.”
“You wanted me because of another woman”, the sudden realization hit her and she couldn’t avoid the sharp sting in her heart at the thought that she was only supposed to be a substitute.
“I wanted you to make me forget that other woman, yes. And I wanted to hurt you for the pain she caused me by denying me her love.”
The word love had escaped him before he became aware of it, however, it changed much between him as he found himself opening his heart to her after all those years of loneliness and hurt.
“You mean the singer…”, so the tales about the Opera’s Phantom were mostly true then, she told herself.
Suddenly, Erik realized that he had actually forgotten Christine’s name for a while, and thinking closer about it, he didn’t remember her last name anymore, either, even if he badly tried to recall it. What surprised him more, however, was the fact that it didn’t matter much to him. He wanted to erase her from his memory for she would never be able to at least resemble the woman he was with now. The woman who didn’t recoil from the sight of his face. The woman he wanted to touch and feel like nothing else he had ever longed for. Erik only managed a nod at her statement before pressing closely against her, his arousal coming in contact with the bare skin of her inner thighs. She meant no substitute to him, Melina realized at that point because his desire for her person was as real as her own for him. Her mind drew pictures of them both making love to each other somewhere in the dark labyrinth beneath the Opera he lived in according to mysterious tales, of candle light flattering the masked face in the shadows that obeyed him like willing slaves. Making love… Melina briefly closed her eyes to make those imaginations go away. Him being gentle to her so far didn’t mean he also thought of her the same way she did when it came to his person. But honestly, she simply felt glad that he and not some old disgusting pervert was her first client although the word client connected nothing with Erik in her mind. He didn’t appear as a man who would pay for a whore’s service since he didn’t even seem like he would give anything to be with other people under normal circumstances. Now, however, he wanted more than just being close to her as he already was, and he emphasized his need with a gentle thrust of his hips against her own. Melina still couldn’t believe he had never done this before, judging by the way his fingers explored her body, the way his mouth plunged hers to share another kiss with her that was filled with pure passion she even had missed in her two former lovers.
“I want you”, he whispered against her lips as if waiting for allowance. Any nervousness concerning this new experience had flown away meanwhile, his body screaming for both her and release, and he found himself staring into her eyes so intensely that she lifted her hips to encourage him because she felt the same need. When her legs locked behind his back to join them instead of himself, he moaned into her mouth covering his own once more to share a kiss, pressing his body against her until he thought they couldn’t get any closer to each other. Melina watched him with a smile as he experienced all the feelings and sensations flooding through his body for the first time after so many years in no one’s company. A soft moan told her that he was enjoying their intimacy already by now although they had barely started. She gave him time to adjust to the new feeling until he seemed to become aware that it would only get even better from now on, thus making a hesitant thrust into her body. The moan he was rewarded with at his movement confirmed his intentions as well as building up his self-esteem in what he was doing. And before he realized how wonderful it felt to be with Melina that way, he already had established a slow rhythm to press into her warmth, eliciting a content sound from both of them every time he did so. In his mind, he saw pictures of each other entwined in silky blankets, her writhing beneath his body in pleasure, him whispering words of love to her. Erik violently shook his head, thus stopping his movements. He had to get rid of those imaginations before he had hopelessly fallen for her, once again getting rejected by a woman. His sudden interruption caused a frown on Melina’s face as well as a wild protest in her body that longed for release. An angry expression developed around the deformation and she knew it was partly her fault although she couldn’t say where the reason for it lay. Suddenly she became very well aware of his capacity to hurt her dearly if he wished to, and the imagination of him doing so sent a shiver across her body. Erik looked down on her, once again facing the cause for the warm feeling around his heart he had rarely felt before – not even near Christine.
“Promise me you won’t leave afterwards. You won’t return to the brothel”, he demanded in a harsh tone, grabbing the side of her neck to force her gaze on his own powerful one.
I’m yours as long as you’ve paid for me, she thought but realized this wasn’t the truth for either of them. Money had lost its meaning during the evening – almost as if it had never existed. She gently raised one hand to stroke over his face, a touch that showed more than she was willing to admit about her feelings at that point, yet Erik understood its meaning as he continued the thrusting movements of his hips until he felt her tensing around him. In true amazement he watched how she climaxed, her face revealing all the pleasure and safety she felt beneath him, and he moaned out her name while following her an instant later to release. Melina held him against her body to let his head rest on her shoulder, noticing that he didn’t plan on pulling out of her soon. When he did after a while, though, a serious expression crossed his face.
“I need to go for a while.”
His intention to kill the painter had changed to simply frighten him by making very clear what would happen to him should he pass on any information about Erik. What hadn’t changed, however, was the need to get the picture back to burn it for he couldn’t share Melina with anyone else and wouldn’t ever, either. He gently withdrew from her, immediately missing the contact he had gotten used to meanwhile, but she pulled him back to her when he grabbed his clothes.
“Be careful”, she whispered to him before pressing a soft kiss to his temple that allowed him to inhale her scent once more.
“Of course”, he hesitated, finally adding the word that burned on his tongue to be released, “love…”
Again their lips met in a gentle kiss, her tongue stroking his own, thus showing him that she thanked him for calling her like that in a way that expressed more than words. During the following minutes, her eyes never left his body while he dressed, but he loved how she watched his every movement as if she already imagined them doing quite different things that probably included wild passion.

It took Erik a full hour to find the filthy bastard, frighten and menace him with a most painful death, take the picture away from him – a poor work, indeed – and return to the old house on the outskirts of Paris. By that time, Melina literally jumped on him with such joy that he crashed against the door with his back, thus closing it, but laughing at her reaction to his appearance. She only wore the dress she had come with to him in the beginning of the evening, and the lack of underwear aroused his imagination.
“I highly appreciate your motivation, love, but there’s something I need to burn first.”
Erik pointed at the truly artless picture in his hand before his eyes searched for the two silk scarves. When he finally spotted them, a sinister smile crossed his lips that were covered by hers the same moment to share a hungry kiss. The painting fell on the floor as he used his hands to lift her up, feeling how she clung to him as if nothing besides him existed for her.
“I need you badly, Erik”, her voice came to his ear, yet through all the lust and passion in it, he could still hear something that almost forced him to tears for he was sure it was an emotion similar to love.
“What if I asked you to stay longer than just until tomorrow morning?”
He simply had to know the truth, had to get certainty if she would leave him as Christine would have most probably done had they ever shared a night like that. Melina was his first by every mean – not just in bed, but also in understanding and acceptance of his deformation that had chased away so many before only through dark tales about the Opera’s Phantom.
“Would you want me to stay?”
“I don’t only want you to stay, Melina.”
“What then?”
He sat down on the bed with her sitting in his lap – a position that didn’t occur for the first time tonight, they both noticed with a smile.
“I want you to belong to me. Forever.”
“Forever’s a long time”, her hands moved through his hair to finally grace the skin of his face in a soft touch. Then, however, she suddenly leaned forward, making sure to press her body tightly against his, and whispered into his right ear those magical words he had dreamt of probably all his life without daring to hope they would actually come true one day.
“Love me, Erik…”
His breathing stopped for a moment, the realization of her lips moving over his deformed side hitting him almost as forceful as her hands stroking over his growing arousal. At that point, he couldn’t suppress a moan any longer, and she smiled against his lips before capturing them in a loving kiss, only releasing them to let him reply nothing but the truth.
“I already do.”
Melina gave a content, yet very relieved sigh at his words and continued to open his pants. She wasn’t even fully done when he suddenly raised her dress high enough to push it aside while already thrusting into her with such force that she cried out his name utterly pleased. Strong hands gripped her hips to bring her down on him again and again, yet she couldn’t remember having ever felt as complete and actually loved as now with Erik plunging into her body in an increasing speed. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat, gently sucking on it until red marks left evidence for his work, and by the time she moaned his name out again, he ripped the front side of her dress apart to cup one of her breasts in a possessive movement. Immediately, he felt her tensing around his throbbing member, one of her hands coming up to caress his face that showed a pure expression of love and pleasure. Erik looked up to gaze into her eyes, but she closed them in the knowledge of him watching her, moaning his name out loudly before a wave of release swept over her. That was all he needed to reach his own climax as he spent himself with one final thrust inside her, the impact of their common pleasure hitting them so forcefully they fell backwards on the bed, still joined and tightly holding onto each other. Erik brushed a few hair strays from her face and stroked over the heated flesh that glistered in the soft candle light.
“I love you”, she mumbled against his chest, the words too joyful for Erik to immediately understand them. When he finally did, however, he gently lifted her chin with one finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.
“No one will ever pay for you again, Melina”, his voice had a strong, promising tone.
“You’ve paid enough to keep me for a lifetime.”
“And I will.”
She rested her left hand on his chest while the other caressed the side of his neck.
“Why me? What’s so different about me that you feel like that?”
“Anything, love. Anything…”
They shared a loving kiss with each other, barely able to stop their new beginning arousal. Especially Erik felt as if on fire – every little touch, every little movement Melina did caused him incredible pleasure, gave him a feeling of warmth and safety he had never been able to imagine before.
“I love you”, he told her with a soft smile as she trailed kisses down his body, and she glanced up at him in silent adoration, rising to capture his lips once more. They were definitely looking forward to spending the night with no sleep at all, Erik thought in amusement before obeying his body’s desire for the third time by claiming Melina again who had been nothing but a highly paid whore at the beginning of tonight. Within a few hours, however, she had turned into a goddess, and he surely wouldn’t ever allow anyone except himself to worship her since he would dedicate his life to the task of rewarding her with the same gifts she had given to him freely and lovingly.

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