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A New Beginning	By : Lum Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Please see the prologue.

A New Beginning

Chapter 17

Book

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Madison was trying to ignore the feel of Erik’s lips on the back of her neck as she reached for a book on the top shelf, and failing miserably. They were situated in a small alcove of the family library, hidden from the view of the door, but not the room.

A sigh escaped her as his arms wrapped around her front to rest against her stomach and she nearly forgot about the book that she was trying to retrieve. She leaned her head back to rest against his shoulder as he trailed warm kisses up the side of her neck. “I thought that you wanted to read before the lunch break ended and you needed to get back to work?” she asked him teasingly.

He replied by pulling her closer, hands wrapped possessively around her waist, and gently bit her earlobe. She gasped in shock but did not pull away. “This is much more entertaining,” he replied huskily.

Madison smiled and covered one of his hands with her own. She loved his voice, his soft but deep tone sent shivers down her back as he whispered in her ear. She turned in his embrace, completely forgetting about the book that she had been attempting to reach, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Rising on the tips of her feet she rose to meet his bowed head, lips pressing together in a soft kiss that deepened with every passing second.

She ignored the feel of his mask against her cheek, the strange sensation barely registering as he ravaged her mouth. The sound of footsteps passing quickly in the hallway made Erik and Madison break apart.

“I should go, before the workers take my absence as a sign to leave for the day.” He trailed a hand down her soft cheek, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. She nodded her understanding and closed her eyes as he placed one last kiss against her lips and left the library. She leaned against the heavy bookcase, a hand clutched to her chest as she attempted to regain her breath and slow her beating heart to a normal pace. His touch, his caress, his kiss did wicked things to her body that left her aching for more.

Construction was proceeding steadily now that the workers had found their rhythm. The wooden frame was complete and the walls had just started to be added. This meant that Erik’s free time was limited and their meetings held during stolen moments during the day and evening.

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One evening, just after the sun had set in a glorious display of red, gold, and purple, Madison sat on her window seat. The glass pane had been pulled open and a soft breeze cooled the room. Summer was finally beginning to give way to autumn as the oak leaves began to lose their green and a cool wind chilled the nights, banishing the afternoon heat.

Her thin cotton shift clung to her curvy frame as the beads of sweat that dotted her body began to cool, pebbling her skin and raising fine blonde hairs. The change in weather was a pleasant respite that signaled the beginnings of the cooler months. A knock sounded on her bedroom door but when she called out to ask who was there she was met with silence.

Sliding off of the window seat she crossed to her bed and retrieved the thick cotton robe that was laid out, wrapping it around herself and belting it at the waist. She opened the door to an empty hallway, only looking down at the small thump against the floor.

A small red book had been leaned against her door, falling when the door was opened. Looking down the hallway and again down the other side her eyes paused on the Erik’s door. It was shut, with no sign that he had exited or entered it recently. Curiosity gained the better of her and she picked up the small, thin book, entered her room, and closed her door.

The cover was slightly worn but still legible. Neat gold font embossed into the cover read “Kamasutram”. She opened the cover, marveling at the intricate gold drawings that bordered the title page. Flipping past the first few pages she found the first chapter and began to read. It was an interesting and unusual book, detailing the different aspects of romantic love and their ways of expression. The section on kissing made Madison’s head spin, she had not known that there were so many ways to kiss, or what they meant.

She marked her page with the attached red ribbon and began to flip through the rest of the pages, taking note of chapter titles and key phrases until she slowly found her way to the middle of the small book, to the illustrations.

Madison gasped, sucking air into her lungs as her eyes widened in shock and her breath hitched. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as she took in the first carefully painted drawing. She did not notice the fine detail or the use of colors; she could only stare at the depiction of the half-clothed couple. Her lungs ached and she slowly released her breath as her hands trembled slightly and warmth flooded her cheeks.

She wanted to look away, embarrassed and confused, but the drawing entranced her. Was the man doing what she thought he was doing? Was this really what it looked like? She was not completely unaware of the mechanics of intercourse, having lived in the country her whole life, but she had never seen two dogs do what the illustrated man and woman were doing.

Against her will Madison’s nipples puckered, tenting the cotton fabric of her shift. She turned the page, emitting another yet softer gasp as she saw the same illustrated couple in a new position for copulation. She shut the book harder than necessary and closed her eyes, trying to banish the lewd but captivating drawings from her mind. They seemed to be burned into the backs of her eyelids, refusing to fade. She moaned in frustration and raised a hand to her now tender nipple, stroking the pebbled flesh. Her thoughts centered on Erik. Would he caress her like the lover in the drawings, his callused hand rubbing her tender spot as she moaned beneath him?

Did all men look like the illustrated one, that odd appendage stemming from the junction between the thighs? What would it be like, to have another’s hand caress her body and bring her to satisfaction; to have him enter her, invading her body.

Her breathing quickened as her slim white hand raised the hem of her soft cotton shift and caressed her slick folds. She removed her hand, studying the wetness that clung to her fingers as it gleamed in the glow of her gas lights and candles. An odd but pleasant odor filled her chamber, evidence of her arousal.

Madison’s thoughts shifted from her private torment back to Erik. It had to have been him; no one else would have dared to give a young lady such a provocative book. Did he know how it would affect her? Had it also stirred such emotions in him? She wondered what he would think of her if he knew that illustrations such as these and thoughts of him could drive her to such wanton behavior.

She smiled impishly as she wondered what Madame Trousseau, the head of that wretched finishing school, would think of her now. Thoughts of the stern woman vanished and were replaced by Erik and the illustrations in the book as she flipped it back open and laid down on her bed, one hand holding the book open to the pages with the sensual drawings as her other crept back under her shift.

She imagined that it was Erik’s hand pleasuring her, stroking her slit and spreading her lips as she studied the fine detail of the painted drawings and imagined what if would feel like to have a man’s mouth replace his fingers, as the man was doing to his wife in the image.

Fingers rubbing circles around the sensitive nub, slick from her excitement, she threw her head back against the bed. Her hand drifted lower until she played with her opening, inserting two slim fingers. She took turns pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cavity and rubbing the heel of her hand against the bundle of nerves. Her orgasm came quickly in a flood of spasms as her body trembled and a soft moan escaped her lips.

She was left panting on top of the coverlet, the ache subsiding, leaving only a feeling of intense pleasure shadowed by a longing for something more substantial than two slim fingers. Madison wiped the proof of her arousal against her cotton shift and closed her eyes.

Rising to exchange her soiled shift for fresh night clothes she stopped at the window, breathing in the clean breeze that cleared away the scent that had filled the room. In the distance she saw a figure dressed in white and black, an arm raised to point at one of the builders. He turned to glance at the house and though she could not be sure she thought that he might be looking for her. She wondered if he would be able to tell that his inappropriate gift had stirred such a response.

Shivering against the now chilled air she hugged her robe tighter against her body and retreated to her wardrobe.

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The next few days held a slight tension between Erik and Madison. Neither mentioned the little red book which occupied so much of their thoughts. Their impromptu rendezvous were growing more heated by the day until Madison was surprised that their clothing often remained intact. She had agreed to meet him one Sunday afternoon at the edge of the mountain, telling Ummi that she was going to take one of the mares for some exercise. By the look on Ummi’s face Madison was not quite sure if Ummi had completely believed her story, but woman did not try to stop her.

Madison met with Erik, who had arrived at the designated spot twenty minutes prior, and dismounted from the side saddle. He took the reins and tied them about a nearby tree branch, close to but not beside his own horse Amin (Ameen).

Erik turned and took her hand in his and led her to the blanket that he had spread on the grass under a pretty tree. The sun shone through in dappled patches, lending a romantic air to the meeting. She sat beside him on the blanket and looked surprised when she saw that his saddlebag was laid within reach. “I brought some food and a book. Utopia is a favorite of yours, is it not?” he asked her with uncertainty. She smiled to reassure him, nodding and curled up against his side after he removed the items from the bag. He leaned against the tree and she against his side, legs curled under her as she rested her head against his the crook of his neck and he began to read.

When he finished reading the first chapter aloud he set the book down and took her hand in his, the pad of his thumb drawing circles against her palm.

Madison looked at him curiously, observing his sudden shyness and vulnerability. She was so used to the strong confident man who irritated her that this new Erik intrigued her. He seemed lost for words, wanting to say something but unable to form sentences. When he turned his f ace to hers she saw the look of insecurity. After a moment he found the words that he needed to say, “I wish that I could change this,” he murmured slowly, his unoccupied hand hovering over the masked portion of his face.

He dropped his gaze to the blanket, afraid to see pity. Madison was at a loss for words, knowing that the wrong thing could shatter the hard won link between them. She replied by leaning in and kissing his unmasked cheek. He turned his head to face hers, his lips meeting hers as a small shudder overtook his body and dampness misted his golden eyes.

She gave herself to the kiss, not protesting as he pulled her into his lap, his hands circling her back. Madison tilted her head for a better angle and rested her palms against his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the white cotton shirt. When the kiss ended she pulled her head back so that she could look at him, “I do not.”

He smiled and pulled her face back down to his, their lips meeting in a soft, healing kiss.

Author’s Note: I thought that Erik and Madison needed a little fluff after all of that heat. I don’t normally do fluffy, romantic scenes, so let me know if it’s too campy or sappy. It only makes sense that Erik would use intense sexual desire to mask his true emotions, believing that no woman could love him but maybe he could pleasure her. So I think it’s very important for their budding relationship to include some fluff. As always, let me know if I have made any grievous errors or if Erik is getting out of character! :) And thanks to all of my reviewers and readers.
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