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No Easy Way	By : secretlysecretly Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24

Erik was furious. He stared after Marianne’s form as she disappeared into the horizon and only then did he turn to tread his way back to his own horse. He mounted the steed and rode furiously back to his estate.

Just as he saw his mansion appear before him, he realized that he would find no peace until he cleared the matter with Marianne. He veered from his course and before he thought it through, started galloping towards her estate. He simply didn’t want to admit to himself that he had no chance to change her mind and make her see the truth. He knew he was being stubborn but he just couldn’t help himself.

He just couldn’t accept the fact that she would think him heartless after the way he had regarded her with respect and utter honesty. He could have taken advantage of her so many times when she was writhing in his arms but he had remained a gentleman, keeping tight control of his own urges and for what? For a woman who could so easily dismiss him, calling him a liar to his face.

As he approached the house and entered the estate, he saw Marianne who apparently had just divested of her horse in the stables and was walking to the house, a pensive look on her face. He felt something tug at his heart at her sight but curbed his emotions and spurred his horse to gallop faster towards her.

When she heard the sound of approaching hoof beats and saw him, she turned to the opposite direction and hastened her pace to avoid him. Seeing her try to flee his presence, he quickly dismounted and run to her side cutting her path.

“We are not through yet!” he stated furiously, taking in her shocked expression.

”No! I have nothing more to say to you.”

“But I do. Who do you think you are, calling me heartless? You have no idea what I have been through in my life, but you judge me nonetheless. You have lived a life in luxury, a life among a family that loved you. Do you have any idea what my life has been like? A monster, living my life in darkness with no human interaction. You can call me many things Marianne but heartless is not one of them.”

“How can I possibly understand what you’ve been through, when you have been hiding your past from me? What do you expect me to believe when I have no knowledge of your previous life?” Marianne snapped at him. “You ask me to give you my trust and you give me nothing in return. Was it necessary to hear all those things from Christine? You had a number of opportunities to confide in me; I even pushed you to do so sometimes. On the other hand I respected your choice and said nothing. I told you that I’m here for you. Yet, you chose to consider me unworthy of your trust. I do not know what you were afraid of; what are you afraid of Erik? What are you hiding?”

Before he could have the chance to reply, she continued. “I am sorry that you had a difficult life, but Christine did not have any reason to lie to me. There is no smoke without fire! You wanted to see her!”

“I left the Opera House to forget. I needed to put my past behind me, I needed to put Christine behind me. The only reason I agreed to meet with her was that I had to make it absolutely clear to her that there could be no future between us anymore.”

“Was it Christine that you had to convince or yourself?” she scoffed.

“How many times do I have to say it Marianne? When I left Paris behind me, I was prepared to spend a lifetime in solitude and then I found you. A woman who I thought would be able to trust me and accept me for what I truly am. When I saw Christine yester night, the thought of pursuing her didn’t even cross my mind for a second. Why won’t you believe me?”

“You are lying!” she screamed. “You are pathetic! Now that she left you once more, you think you will find me waiting with open arms to pick up where we left off? I am no fool Erik! You still don’t trust me! After all this time you still haven’t told me what transpired at the Opera House. What could possibly be so horrible that you still feel you have to hide from me?”

“Pathetic? You are so right Marianne. I am pathetic. Pathetic to think even for a moment that you would be able to see past the mask, to see the man behind the monster.”

“What does the mask have to do with anything? I am not interested in what lies beneath that mask you wear. You know what the problem is Erik? I trusted you although I know next to nothing about you. Yet, you keep hiding from me. Why?”

She stared at him expectantly for a few seconds but he said nothing. Suddenly she felt something wet hit her face and looking into the sky, she saw that it had started to rain. Realizing he would not say anything, she finally turned to leave.

Just as she had reached the patio and was preparing to enter the house, she felt a hand grip her upper arm sturdily and was turned to face Erik’s fierce expression. “Not so fast.” he growled, breathing heavily.

“I have nothing more to say to you. Let me go this instant!”

“Perhaps you are through with me but I am not. You said I don’t trust you, you said the mask doesn’t matter to you. How can you possibly lie to me like that when you don’t know what lies beneath the surface?”

Suddenly a thunder roared above them and the rain started falling heavily upon them. They were drenched in a matter of seconds and still Erik held onto her.

“Why do you care Marianne? What does it matter what happened between Christine and myself?” he demanded, but Marianne raised her arms escaping his grasp.

‘I care because I love you, you fool!’ she thought to herself but all she said was “Goodbye Erik.” and turned to leave again.

Before she could take another step though, he caught her and turned her in his arms again and she felt his warm muscular body crush hers against the wall.

“Is it mere curiosity or do you really wish to see me for what I truly am? Do you?”

“Erik please don’t do this…” she murmured.

“Don’t do what Marianne? Isn’t this what you wanted? The truth?”

“Not like this. Don’t do this to yourself…”

“What am I doing?”

“I can’t stand this anymore. I cannot stand here and watch you suffer like this. Please… Go to Christine if that is what will make you happy.”

“Are you thinking about my suffering or yours? Are you afraid Marianne?” he sneered.

When she shook her head saying nothing, he pressed her body further into the wall and caught both her hands in one palm, pinning them above her head.

“Let us see if you will be able to stomach this, shall we?”

He brought his hand to his mask and ripped it from his face, staring into her eyes intently the whole time. He threw the mask to the dirt, not caring to see where it landed, all the while searching her eyes for the loathing he knew would appear there.

Marianne breathed heavily as she took in the deformed flesh but didn’t turn her gaze from his face for even a second. Not uttering a sound, she stared at him without blinking.

When she didn’t react, Erik lowered his head so that his lips were grazing against hers, not caring about the rain that fell upon them.

“Do you appreciate my honesty now Marianne?” he spat with venom.

Feeling as if her heart would melt in light of the self-hatred she saw drawn in his eyes, all she did in response to his harsh words was to lean her head forward and kiss him, pouring all of the love she felt for him into that kiss.

Erik was surprised by her reaction. He sensed her warm lips against his, kissing him with such urgency that for a moment his mind stopped. This was nothing like Christine’s kiss. Marianne wasn’t trying to buy her freedom; on the contrary, she was kissing him of her own volition.

Unable to resist any longer, he let go of her hands and pulled her hard against his body. He accepted her invitation and responded to her sensual kiss, capturing her lips with hunger. As she sighed in relief, he took the chance to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Marianne’s hands left his shoulders and she grasped a handful of his hair, pulling him to her as her other hand rested on his marred cheek. He devoured her lips as their tongues continued an exploratory journey awakening unknown, strange feelings in each other.

They didn’t even notice the heavy rain coming down upon them. Erik’s embrace became tighter, as if he were afraid he would wake up from one of the many dreams he had about them being together, touching each other in the most intimate of ways he could ever imagine.

Marianne gasped at his intense touch, feeling lightheaded. She pulled her head back involuntarily in search of oxygen and gazed into his smoldering eyes. Erik lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, caressing her swollen lips with his thumb. She looked into his eyes and saw something flicker there; warmth and desire. She shivered.

“What are you thinking about right now, Marianne?” he asked, his voice flowing over her as sensual as a lover’s caress.

She squeezed her eyes shut, suddenly afraid to let him see the honest desire in their depths. Her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Open your eyes, Marianne, please.” he whispered. “Look at me.”

For a brief moment, Erik thought she would flee from his arms, but Marianne remained completely still. She snapped her eyes open at the husky sound of his voice, letting him discover the want in her. For wordless moments, they stared into each other’s eyes and he saw the same desire that was mirrored in his own. Just then he felt her hands cupping both sides of his face. Marianne leaned against him, her fingers trailing along his face, but feeling him flinch beneath her touch, stopped. His eyes closed once she had touched his disfigured side. Marianne kissed the spoilt cheek tenderly.

The expression on her lovely face was overwhelming. He couldn’t help himself and reclaimed her mouth in a long intoxicating kiss, his lips telling her everything he felt for her. When his tongue commanded entry to her mouth, she obeyed eagerly. The rain seemed to be helping their bodies entwine again. Marianne kissed him with equal fierceness. She felt his arm around her waist while his other hand tangled in her hair.

Marianne’s body reacted to his fervent assault with eagerness and passion. Erik elicited a need in her she never even imagined to exist. They were both angry and frustrated, perhaps Erik was only trying to punish her by kissing her like this, but Marianne needed more…

He pulled her wet hair back and kissed her neck as the rain continued falling upon them. She arched against him and he felt her full breasts rub against his chest, the peaks sticking out as if begging to be touched by his fingers. He winced as his lower abdominal area became even more painfully constricted.

Without parting from her, he led her into the main house and into the salon. They landed on the sofa. Erik’s large frame covered Marianne’s as he placed skilful hands along her waist and sides and then stopped right before he reached her breasts. Marianne traced her fingers over his face moving them to his throat. He kissed her hungrily and she answered his probing tongue with an open mouth. She could smell his scent and it was igniting an intense yearning within her. He moved to kiss her earlobe, going down to nibble at the crook of her neck. A moan escaped her lips and he couldn’t help but grin.

“I need you, Marianne.” he breathed heavily in the back of his throat. She grasped his hair as he continued moving further towards the swell of her ample breasts, kissing his way down as he cupped them in his hands, making Marianne arch against him. He wanted to tell her just how much he ached for her, how much he yearned for her. As he teased the sensitive nipples with his fingers hardening them through the fabric of her dress, an unusual feeling of moisture between her thighs made her shift in his arms, pushing her hips forward against him.

He could feel himself hardening and her hips created a superb friction against his. Her hands were moving up and down his back, wanting to feel as much as of him as possible. When her hips made contact with his again, she felt his aroused flesh between them. Curiosity, as well as desire began building up within her, making her feel careless and free. She didn’t care about anything. It seemed to her that all she had ever wanted was right here in her arms.

She wanted to plunge in the desire she had for him. He was kissing her as if he were an experienced in the field. She wondered for a second if he felt the same sense of pleasure as her.

Hearing Marianne’s soft whimpering, Erik felt satisfied he was able to be the cause of her sweet moans. Marianne bit her lip when Erik carried on with his caresses all over her body. He growled as he continued his ministrations on her breasts and her hands moved to his thighs.

Erik sensed that he would not be able to control himself any longer; he stopped kissing her and pulled away suddenly. Then, he swept her in his arms and quickly walked up the stairs towards her bedroom.

While Erik ascended the staircase as fast as he could, having Marianne in his arms, she nuzzled in his neck. Her breath against his skin made him groan. He began to lose his nerve and stopped in the middle of the staircase.

“Marianne…” he growled, his breath hard and fast as he leaned his forehead against hers, panting from the heat that had overtaken him. He was ready to rip her dress from her body so he could see and touch what lay beneath it.

He hastened his pace, at last arriving in front of her bedroom door. Not being able to open the door, he kicked it. He moved towards the bed and lay Marianne gently upon it.

Erik went to the direction of the door in order to close it. As he did so, he turned to look at her. The rain had stopped and the glowing moon cast its silver light upon her magnificent form. The bed was the only part of the room covered by moonlight. He remained at his dark spot and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her lying on the bed. He knew this image would burn itself forever in his mind.

She ventured a gaze in his direction and barely made out Erik’s form in the darkness of the room. They both remained silent for a long time and Marianne could swear he could hear her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Suddenly, he took a step in her direction but seemed to think better of it and froze. It was at that moment that she realized it was her decision to make. He was so sensual as to steal passionate kisses from her at any opportune moment, but enough of a gentleman to control himself even at this time when she had all but offered herself to him.

On the one hand she was mortified that she had responded so willingly to his touch, but she couldn’t help yearning for his exquisite caresses upon her skin. She knew she was regarded as an old maid by many, a prude, hopeless romantic who was determined to find real love before she would let any man court her; yet, Erik seemed to be the only person she had ever encountered who was so perceptive that she could swear he was able to read her mind. Chancing another look at him, she finally decided to follow her heart.

He was waiting for a sign from her and at that moment she knew she couldn’t do anything else but give in to him. Slowly, she reached out her hand and waited for him to come to her. For a few seconds he simply stood there not speaking and she felt her breath catch in her throat with terror.

Had she been mistaken? Had she repulsed him by practically offering herself to him? She lowered her hand and closed her eyes waiting for him to leave her in her misery, closing the door between them forever. Moments later she felt the mattress sag under his weight and opened her eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed with his back turned to her.

His right hand was covering the marred side of his face and he wasn’t moving at all, simply sitting there listening to her breathing. He sensed movement behind him and could feel her shifting on the bed, not daring to glance back at her and ruin the moment. Suddenly he felt her hand upon his shoulder and became stiff with uncertainty. He remained absolutely still, not knowing what to expect next and was astonished to feel her arms embrace him tenderly.

He turned his face away, trying to hide himself from her, but Marianne would have none of it. She placed her hand on top of his, turning his face so that she could look into his eyes, but didn’t make a move to pull his hand away from his disfigurement. Caressing his makeshift mask with her fingers, she spoke softly.

“Erik… Don’t hide from me. I need to see you.” Erik stared into her eyes for a few long moments and slowly let his hand fall to reveal his deformity. He expected to see pity reflected in her eyes but instead only found acceptance staring him in the face as she caressed his skin gently.

She traced the contours of his face, grazing her fingers upon his mangled flesh and, without flinching, leaned in to kiss his right cheek. When she didn’t elicit any reaction from him, she started raining kisses all over his face. When she touched her lips to his, he pulled back bewildered by the tenderness she was showing him.

“You are so handsome Erik. Your face is so beautiful to me.” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. Her voice was filled with tenderness; tenderness for the man she loved.

He closed his eyes, disbelieving of her words. “Open your eyes and look at me. Please…”

Erik did just that. He fixed his gaze upon hers and reached out to wipe her tears away with his fingers. His touch lingered upon her face and he caressed her cheek, his eyes traveling to her parted lips which were swollen by his kisses.

He found he could not avert his gaze from her mouth and that he needed to taste her again. He crushed her waiting mouth with his once more, this time pouring all of the repressed desire he had in him into that kiss. He pleaded for entry and when she responded eagerly, plunged his tongue into the cavern of her mouth to taste her sweetness.

However, kissing her was not enough for him anymore. He needed to feel her naked skin upon his own, to explore her supple body with his quivering fingers and his mouth, until they would find ultimate pleasure in each other.

His hands traveled to her back and then to her waist, never taking his lips from hers, moving forward until their bodies entwined and he felt her shivering from his touch. Finally, feeling his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, he released her mouth and his lips trailed a path of wet kisses down the column of her neck, to the spot where it met her shoulder.

He laved his tongue over her heated flesh and playfully bit her skin, feeling her squirm in his arms. Not able to take it anymore, he put his hands upon her shoulders and pushed her gently, until her back touched the mattress beneath them. When she didn’t push him away, he kissed her again with hungry urgency and ventured allowing his hands to roam south.

Slowly, he leaned his face toward hers, and with a whimper, she gave herself up to his kisses again. When his lips touched hers, she gasped and shuddered, then moaned softly as he pressed his lips against hers hungrily. She enjoyed the sensation of his hands on her body immensely as he caressed, stroked and rubbed her warm flesh with the tips of his calloused fingers. The touch of his tongue upon her lips made her open up for him, allowing him to taste the heated depths of her mouth.

Her hands were on his chest, her fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt before sliding them up and over his shoulders. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, feeling his warm skin beneath her touch, the rapid beat of his pulse telling her he was just as excited as she was. She dug her fingers deep into his thick, silky hair, gripping him tightly as they continued to kiss and caress each other.

Shivers run through Marianne’s form when his lips hit the joining of her neck trailing warm, wet kisses on her oversensitive skin, effectively eliciting a soft squeal of pleasure from her. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. Erik took advantage of her movement, ravaging her flesh with his lips, as he began to move to her shoulders and give her light love bites with his teeth.

Her hands came around his back, holding onto him as his arms snaked around her waist, locking there, and she was thrilled at the feeling of being in his warm embrace, realising how perfectly she fitted in his strong arms. She inhaled deeply taking in his masculine scent which only raised her awareness of how much she wanted him. At that moment she thought she would melt right into his arms.

A growl came from deep in his throat, as he whispered her name. He needed to feel her warm skin against his hands; despite their embrace, there were several layers of clothing parting them and this made Erik sigh in discomfort. Intoxicated by her scent, he couldn’t help but begin caressing her all over her body.

He pulled the hem of her dress up just a little as his hand found its way furtively underneath Marianne’s dress starting a journey up the soft skin of her legs. As his hand caressed her inner thigh, his other one proceeded toward her breast. He was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t try to stop him; instead he was rewarded with her soft moans. Her head was limp and she fought for breath when Erik began trailing soft kisses at the sensitive spot above her breasts.

Marianne felt the need to touch more of his skin, just as he had done before. She unbuttoned his shirt and stroked the hard ripple of the muscles on his torso making him groan at the contact. His hot skin felt so perfect to her. She finished unbuttoning his waistcoat and tugged his shirt to free it from his trousers.

She enjoyed the feel of his skin under her fingers and slid her hands to rest on his back. Their eyes met and Erik fixed her gaze with his when Marianne touched the scars on his back, caressing his skin tenderly. She sighed and lifted herself a little so as to kiss his neck, nibbling on his heated flesh.

Erik pushed her softly against the mattress and her entire body began to tremble again as she felt his fingers gently stroking her face and he ran his thumb over her quivering lips. His fingers descended on her neck and traced the line of her cleavage just above her breasts. She locked her gaze with his and took his hand guiding it to the buttons of her blouse.

Encouraged and even more aroused by her apparent approval of his boldness, Erik unbuttoned her blouse and opened it reverently. His eyes darkened when he saw her pink-tipped, heavy breasts through the thin fabric of her chemise. He dragged his hands over her torso and cupped them, pulling down the chemise and slowly started massaging the luscious orbits. Her breathing became harsh as he pinched the peaks, making them harden beneath his touch.

Marianne had never felt anything like this before. There was an aching sensation in her stomach. Lowering his head down, Erik captured a nipple between his lips as his hand cupped her other breast, savouring the weight of it in his palm. Suddenly, his touch became almost frantic, squeezing the flesh and sucking her nipples hard making her cry out his name. Satisfied that he could bring her to such a state, he grabbed her by her hands and helped her to her knees before him.

As they faced each other, he couldn’t help but capture her mouth again with hungry urgency and crushed his body to hers again. Marianne pulled first his waistcoat and then his shirt off, revealing the strong, muscular planes of his chest and his broad shoulders to her hungry gaze. Sucking hard on the soft skin of her neck and leaving the traces of his passion upon her creamy flesh, he started to unlace her corset. Her lips found his once more, as her hands helped him toss the offending garment aside.

When Erik discarded the piece of clothing, he helped Marianne wiggle out of her skirt and set to work on her undergarments. Her chemise followed immediately after as he lifted it over her head and outstretched arms. He continued until all of her clothing was removed from her body, except for her pantalets. His eyes roamed over her naked body and he proceeded to disrobe as well, leaving his trousers on, the only thing he could do in order to keep his swollen manhood in control.

Marianne felt vulnerable under his hot gaze and blushed as she stood almost naked before him. He looked down at her, awed at the delicate features of the truly beautiful young woman before him. It felt so right to him, having her in his arms. He pushed her hair back and attacked her neck fiercely. Erik took hold of both sides of her face and reclaimed her mouth in a long passionate kiss. They embraced again, both intoxicated with the feel of skin against skin.

Erik held her in his arms tightly and their bodies entwined, but he felt the tightening in his groin become more painful when her nipples brushed his chest, so he pressed his hips against her abdomen as he swallowed a groan. His lips broke away from hers as they gasped for breath. It was then that Marianne managed to get a look at the bulge she had felt before rubbing against her body.

As Erik was placing her on her back again, Marianne glanced down to see the material of his trousers stretched tightly over his muscular thighs. Before she had the time to think what else the fabric stretched over, her eyes drifted over to his face to find him smiling mischievously. He had noticed her look over his bulging erection. A new rush of warmth rose across her neck to her temples exciting her even more, knowing she was the reason for it. She could feel the spot between her legs getting hotter and wetter as their hands wandered all over each other’s bodies. He had taken control over her senses and her mind.

“Let me please you, Marianne. I want to please you more than anything else right now.” Erik enraptured her with his husky tone.

This time it was Marianne who initiated the kiss, parting his lips eagerly with hers and thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting every bit of his sweet essence. She wanted more than anything for him to keep touching every part of her oversensitive body.

“Please Erik…” he heard the lusty voicing of her need.

His hot mouth on her flesh drove her mad with desire, her moans vocal pleas to her want. Her sweet noises rendered him unable to resist taking one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling on her nipple and making it swell from his attentions, proceeding to the other as he continued the same ministrations. His hands travelled down to her thighs, daring to touch her over her undergarments until he felt the slick wetness of her excitement with his fingers.

Erik’s caresses made Marianne toss her head back, causing his lips to smirk with satisfaction. He looked down at her with affection and desire, wanting nothing else but to give her pleasure. As he tried to pull the last piece of fabric from her body, she grasped his hand, looking pleadingly into his eyes, in a final, pathetic effort to escape his spell.

“Please… Trust me, Marianne…” Erik whispered, trying to calm her by caressing her hands softly.

She knew at that point there would be no turning back. She released his hand and let him finish what he had started. He pulled her undergarment slowly down her legs and dropped it on the floor.

Erik was mesmerized at the vision of the woman kneeling completely naked before him; he took in the shallow rise and fall of her magnificent breasts, the smooth area of her stomach and the curly nest at the junction of her thighs. His breathing became unsteady when he saw her voluptuous body finally uncovered, ready and eager for his touch.

It was more than she could take; he was right in front of her, doing nothing, saying nothing. Her agony ended when she met his dark eyes, filled with raw passion. Grabbing her by her waist, he began a journey of kisses from her mouth down to her neck and his new favourite place, her breasts. He thought that he could not last and control his throbbing erection, and for a moment feared he would climax in his pants, but he took a deep breath and concentrated on his intentions.

Feeling his fingers search her out, little mewls of pleasure escaped her lips as he found the soft flesh of her centre. She arched her body when his fingers travelled south working gently on the spot. Marianne couldn’t hold her moans any longer as Erik started suckling on her nipples, while one of his hands rubbed over her already swollen clit. It was as if he knew just how to please her with his sweet rhythm which made the heat inside of her rise to unbearable heights. His skilful fingers began to move in and out of her slowly, finding the special spot that would drive her to climax.

Never seizing the sweet torment he was putting her through, his mouth trailed kisses down her stomach, stopping to tease her bellybutton with his tongue. When Marianne grabbed the sheets, he decided to bring her the release she seemed to seek so desperately. As his trail of kisses continued to her inner thighs, she lifted her head to see Erik between her legs.

She felt that with every touch of his fingers and his tongue he sent sensations through her body that made her want for more. He inserted two fingers in her, making her lose her senses almost completely. Erik felt light-headed by the scent she set off. Being unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head and touched his lips to her womanhood, retrieving his fingers.

“ERIK!...” she screamed in disbelief of his actions.

Her hand moved to his hair as she pushed her thighs to his mouth. His hot breath and skilful tongue only heightened the feeling that was building up inside of her. He smiled to himself at her wanton reaction, and sucked on the small bundle of nerves, feeling a surge of raw passion wash over him at her moans of ecstasy.

Suddenly, a rush went through her body and she began to tremble. He plunged his fingers in her wetness again, coaxing her with his talented tongue until she climaxed violently into his mouth. He didn’t stop drinking her sweet nectar until he engulfed the last drop she had produced for him.

Her breathing was still fast and heavy when he moved slowly over her shaking body. Erik captured her lips in a long, intoxicating kiss, his frame on top of hers nesting between her legs. Marianne held him in her arms, stroking his back softly and kissing him with equal fervour tasting herself in his mouth.

Marianne’s hands moved all over his body, wanting to touch him, to tease him, to taste his skin just like he had with hers. Her mouth nibbled on his neck making him groan and arch against her centre. She started to shiver again with fear and excitement when she felt his rigid manhood brush against her inner thighs.

“My sweet Marianne… My Marianne…” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with desire.

She moaned at the sound of his voice and managed to somehow turn him on his back, letting her instincts free. She straddled him and Erik growled when her tongue deliberately played with his nipple, following his example, before she took it gently between her lips to suckle on the sensitive flesh. She felt his hands run up her back as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Trailing her tongue across his chest, she captured his other nipple and repeated the same ministrations on it; the sounds coming from his chest were wonderful and exciting to her. What Marianne found curious was the fact that she began to feel moisture pool in her centre again only by hearing him groan deep in his throat, sending excited tremors all through her body.

She whispered his name as she trailed kisses along the planes of his chest and neck, licking his skin and revelling in his taste. She felt his skin grow impossibly hot beneath her touch as she continued to tease him mercilessly. By that time Erik felt he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer at this pace, his pulsating member pressing urgently against her, so he suddenly took control of the situation, rolling them over until their positions were reversed, her on her back again with him leaning over her, gazing deep into her eyes.

Her fingers drifted over to his thighs and he took one of her hands to place it over his raging manhood. For Marianne it was something incredible; she was agitated, yet aroused by the feel of him in her hand. Erik showed her how to massage him through his trousers and she picked up immediately on his desired rhythm. Feeling her little hand exploring him pushed him nearly over the edge. He unbuttoned his trousers, letting her hand pull his incarcerated erection out of its confinements.

Erik hissed between his teeth when she wrapped her hand around his hardness. She felt the texture of his skin so soft, yet so hard beneath her questing fingers and continued stroking him gently. He was about to explode when he removed her hand from his aching flesh and took off his trousers tossing them aside to join the rest of their clothing upon the floor.

Marianne couldn’t take her eyes off of his throbbing erection, standing proudly in front of her. This image was almost too much to bear. Her breath caught in her throat when his manly form towered on top of her; a strange tingle registered at the base of her throat forming a path down between her breasts and her bellybutton, finally bursting into a raging fire at the centre of her womanly passion. Nervousness hit her again, as she didn’t know what his next move would be.

He observed her for a brief moment; his heart truly belonged to this beautiful woman who seemed to trust him and was willing to give herself to him body and soul. He cupped her cheek, caressing it lovingly. He looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or remorse, but he only saw tenderness and desire directed at him.

“Marianne… My lovely, beautiful Marianne… I need you so much. If you don’t want this, please, stop it now… I don’t know if I can control myself any longer. Marianne…” he whispered huskily, “…I won’t be able to control myself if we continue…”

Intense dark eyes locked onto hers as she brought her hands to his face. Her heart was beating so fast she could barely breathe.

“No, Erik… I need you too… Don’t stop… Please…” She was overwhelmed with all of these emotions she didn’t know to explain. She really wanted to tell him how she felt, but didn’t know how. All she did was pull his lips to hers and kiss him passionately, encouraging him to continue and finish what they had started.

Erik groaned and pulled her close to him. “Marianne… if we do this, you must know… you will belong to me!” he whispered possessively in her ear.

“Oh yes, Erik… I am yours… I belong to you…” she responded to his words, holding him as close as she could.

“You belong to me, Marianne…”

He settled his hot body between her legs, resting his weight upon his elbows and reached to part her thighs with his hand. Sensing her natural nervousness, he tried to ease her anxiety by meeting her lips in a soulful kiss.

“You are everything to me… Let me give you pleasure, Marianne.” He crushed his lips against hers. She felt his tongue on her neck and her breasts, his arousal against her leg; the reality of how far they had come made her tremble nervously. There was no turning back now. Shivers ran down her spine as his fingers reached and entered again her warm, damp entrance. She gasped, arching her body against his, biting her lip. Instinctively, she opened her legs a little further; Erik growled in desire as he found her ready for him. He inserted a second finger in her and Marianne cried out, lifting her hips upward to meet his hand. She rocked against his fingers involuntarily and closed her eyes, her breaths emerging in gasps. Sensing her impeding climax he increased the rhythm of his motions. Marianne grasped his shoulders and screamed his name as her release flooded her senses.

Erik placed his thick hardness between her legs, leading it towards her heated opening. He cupped both sides of her face and kissed her.

“Do you want me, Marianne?” he asked more confident than before, rubbing his length against her teasingly. “Do you?...”

“Y-yes, Erik…yes I need you, I want you…” she moaned.

“I know this will hurt, but please trust me Marianne. Look at me. I need you to look at me when we become one.” He caressed her as he placed the tip of his manhood to her entrance. Her whimper became a cry as he claimed her in one long thrust. Tears began running down her cheeks at the searing pain. Never breaking eye contact, Erik wiped them and kissed her tenderly, whispering softly in her ear, trying to ease her pain. Marianne put her hands against his back; she squirmed beneath him, trying to adjust to his enormous size. She felt he was filling her completely with his long, swollen flesh.

A few brief moments later, he sensed her breathing relax, and she began to move beneath him signalling her readiness. She kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Does it feel better?” He didn’t want to hurt her, even though he knew it was something inevitable in this case.

Marianne nodded and felt his warm, inviting touch as he slipped his fingers, one by one between hers, entwining them. Erik began thrusting slowly into her, never leaving her gaze; moving in and out of her at a slow pace as she felt him grow larger within her. His hands left hers and one moved under her hip, as the other found her clit and rubbed it with his thumb in perfect rhythm. He looked at her face and saw the pleasure overtake her once more. It was pure ecstasy being imbedded inside her centre, drawing him deeper still. Marianne lifted herself a little so as to nuzzle his neck, as her fingers fled to his chest and pinched his nipples making him harder within her.

“Oh…Erik” she exclaimed on a choked whisper, looking into his eyes; they seemed like deep green pools enveloping her like a rising tide.

“You are mine…. Mine!” he murmured, his voice husky with passion.

Her soft moans grew louder and she felt even more excited by hearing his groans and passionate sounds. Burying his face against her neck, he continued thrusting fast and hard, his hand never leaving the sensitive spot between her legs. Their bodies were near the precipice of ecstasy as their breathing came out in frantic gasps.

“Mine… You are mine… my Marianne… Come for me… Come with me…”

All of a sudden, Marianne grasped his shoulders painfully; he felt her inner muscles clench around his member and she screamed his name as she reached the plateau of her pleasure.

“Oh, yes Erik… only for you…” The blinding, pulsating moment of her release wasn’t over when he felt his orgasm claim him and he groaned in blissful agony. He continued his thrusts until he spilled his hot seed into her. His muscles shook uncontrollably as he collapsed over her body.

Erik hid his face against her neck, trying to breathe again as Marianne held him in her arms, caressing his back and neck. She wished they could remain like this for ever. He lifted his head tiredly and looked at her with sweet adoration reflected in his eyes. Remaining still in her, he kissed her deeply. He cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes.

“I love you Marianne. I think I have loved you since the first day I laid my eyes on you. No matter what happens, I will love you always. I love you and I will love you until my dying day.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She remained still, no words coming out of her mouth; she just blinked looking at him. Erik removed himself off of her and lay on his back; she followed him immediately, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him.

“I love you too, Erik. I love you so much…” Tears of relief began running down her cheeks and she hid her face on his chest.

Erik felt surprised by her reaction. “Why are you crying, my love?” he couldn’t imagine the reason why.

“Because I didn’t think I would ever hear those words from you. Ever! I thought you were still in love with Christine and that I would lose you…”

“Shhhh, don’t cry my love. I am yours and yours only.” He cradled her in his arms. “Don’t cry. It is all over.” He looked into her eyes again. “Marianne, I love you as I have never loved before. I love you. I never expected to have someone like you in my life. You are the greatest present life could ever give me. A few months ago I would not have imagined meeting a woman such as yourself. I would never have thought that a wonderful, beautiful woman such as you could ever bear to look at me or say that she loved me.”

He kissed her lips softly and he continued. “I admire you for your strength and your beauty. I think I have loved you since the first time you slapped me! I love you, my beautiful Marianne! I cannot imagine being with anyone else. I love you.”

Marianne interlaced her fingers with his. She looked at him, feeling as if she were in a dream and wished never to wake up.

“You have changed my life, Erik. I thought I was happy, but now see it was all an illusion until you came into my life. Don’t ever leave me Erik.” She hugged him tightly.

“My heart is yours and only yours Marianne. And you are mine… My love, my Marianne…” He swept her over as he crushed his lips against hers once more with fierce passion.

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A/N: To quote the words of another favourite writer of phiction…………. Was it good for you too? ;-)
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