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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 25

Erik woke up in the middle of the night feeling disoriented. He looked around him frantically, trying to understand where he was. Realizing his mask was missing, he brought his hand to his face and covered his deformity. The next thing he felt was a warm weight upon his chest. He looked down and found himself gazing at Marianne’s tranquil form nestling against him.

She was peacefully smiling in her sleep, most probably lost in a wonderful dream of some sort. Suddenly everything came back to him. Her kisses, her lithe body as they moved against each-other, the gentle caresses they had shared, the words of love they had said to each other.

Slowly he lowered his hand from his face, not frightened any longer. In Marianne he had found a kindred soul. She had seen his face and instead of running away from him screaming in terror, she had embraced him with love and acceptance. She had given herself to him, body and soul, and for the first time in his life she had made him feel loved.

Gently, so as not to wake her, he ran his fingers through her hair, relishing in the feel of silk against his fingertips. Careful not to disturb her slumber but unable to resist any longer, he leaned over and laid a soft kiss upon her cheek. Marianne stirred in her sleep and settled against his chest once more, a soft smile forming on her lips. Erik smiled to himself and leaned in to kiss her again. This time he touched his lips to hers and didn’t stop when he heard her moan in a disgruntled manner.

He opened his mouth and took her bottom lip between his swollen ones. Marianne stirred again and tried to move away from whatever it was that disturbed her slumber, but Erik refused to give in. Instead he persisted, chewing softly on her bottom lip and then laving his tongue over the sensitive flesh to relieve the pressure.

He was pleasantly surprised when he felt her respond to his kisses, parting her lips and meeting his probing tongue with hers. He entered her mouth with his tongue and mimicked the motion of his hips as he moved to tower over her and rocked against her body. He felt his heart sink in his chest as she allowed him entry to her mouth and suckled his tongue seductively. Driven crazy by desire, he growled in the back of his throat and kissed her hungrily as if he were trying to swallow her whole.

He rocked his throbbing erection against her skin and cradled his body between her thighs. Marianne lost herself in sensation, dragging her fingers over his broad shoulders. She started moving her hips in unison to his rhythm and raised one of her legs, bringing it to rest against his waist, silently inviting him to enter her and give them the pleasure they both yearned for.

Yet, instead of taking her and granting her what she obviously needed, Erik stopped kissing her and raised himself away from her undulating body. Marianne opened her eyes then, looking at him questioningly. Her eyes were burning with desire and… was it humiliation? She looked so unsure, so afraid of rejection after everything that had transpired between them. For a split second he considered prolonging her agony but just couldn’t do it. He smiled at her reassuringly and leaned in to steal a last kiss from her. She tried to pull him further into her embrace but he quickly moved away, giving her a soft peck on the lips and smiling mischievously at her.

“Erik…” she whined, trying to get him to return to her.

“I will be with you shortly my love.” he reassured her, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

Once he closed the door behind him, he turned on the faucet over the bathtub to fill it with hot water, and then started rummaging through the various bottles next to the mirror for a bath oil to his liking and some soap. A few minutes later, he looked around him appreciatively and, satisfied by his handiwork, turned to open the door that separated him from his loved one.

He peered through the opening to see her laying on her stomach, her back bare and tempting to his senses. For a moment he thought about dismissing his plan and joining her on the bed, but then shook his head and approached her silently.

“Marianne would you follow me please?” he spoke tenderly, resting his hand upon her creamy shoulder.

“No! I want to go back to sleep…” she drawled.

“Come on sleepy-head. Time for a bath.” he chuckled. Marianne turned to lie on her back, making sure to conceal her torso with the coverlet.

“Erik, I’m not in the mood for playing games. I want to go back to sleep.” she said matter-of-factly.

“If I recall correctly, not half an hour ago you didn’t seem to be so keen on sleeping my dear.” he teased her, raising a brow playfully.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out. She blushed furiously, raising the bed covers to hide her nudity, averting her gaze from his shamefully. “You… I… I don’t…” she started but was interrupted but his boisterous laughter. Noticing the hurt look on her face however, he approached and sat on the bed next to her.

“I am only teasing you, dearest.” He soothed her, raising his hand to caress her hair. She raised her eyes to his once more, a hint of discomfort still evident in them. “Will you come with me, darling? I have drawn you a bath and the water is getting cold as we speak.” he ventured again.

She pouted but only for a few seconds. When she saw his prodding eyes, she granted him a radiant smile and moved to get off the bed. She pulled the covers around her shoulders, suddenly very much aware of her nudity, and felt her cheeks flush with shame when she passed by him on the way to the bathroom.

Erik was close behind. As soon as she crossed the door he stood behind her, taking the fine linen in his hands to divest her of her makeshift clothing. Marianne glanced at him over her shoulder and when she saw a crooked smile on his lips that made the blood in her veins pump faster, she let him take the fabric away from her and quickly submerged herself in the water.

Erik smiled to himself and approached the bathtub in two long strides. He stood before her and divested himself of the trousers he had donned less than an hour ago, revealing his swollen member that bobbed against his muscular thighs. She averted her gaze turning crimson again and gasped in surprise when he raised his leg and entered the tub to come sit behind her. Unsure of what to do next, Marianne closed her eyes and jumped when she felt his hands caress her tense shoulders, then travel to her breasts to cup them in his palms. She leaned into his embrace slowly and felt his hardness press against the small of her back.

Erik diverted his attention from Marianne’s ample bosom and pushed gently on her back so that she would lean forward. He washed her hair gently and when he was finished took the bar of soap in his hands and lathered her heated skin. He run his hands all over her body, making sure to touch every inch of her form, kindling a fire in her, taking her breath away. When he took her breasts in his palms again and started torturing her nipples with his fingers, she arched her back leaning further into his touch, moaning as he lowered his head and took her earlobe in his mouth. He started suckling on the sensitive flesh and smiled to himself when he heard her whimper his name.

He was surprised when he felt her dainty fingers surround his pulsing member and submerged his own palm underwater, covering her hand with his over his bulging erection. Ever so slowly, he started moving her hand up and down over his engorged flesh and when she started picking up on the rhythm, he took his hand from her and leaned his head back, enjoying the attention on his heated flesh, clenching his teeth, trying to keep control of his senses. It proved futile when he felt her turn in his arms and she touched her lips to his broad chest while her hand continued moving up and down upon his aching shaft.

Taking advantage of his astonishment, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, feeling her nipples harden at the contact. She nibbled on the sensitive spot at the crook of his neck making him growl deep in his throat and he allowed his hands to roam all over her body, grasping her backside and pulling her to him fiercely. Instead of shocking her however, his actions seemed to urge her on as she gripped his swollen manhood eagerly and pumped him faster.

“What are you doing to me?” he groaned in ecstasy.

“Am I hurting you dearest?” she teased him. “Do you want me to stop?”

His breath came out in agonized gasps as he abandoned himself to the pleasure she was giving him. Sensing his arousal, she deliberately slowed her rhythm and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Why aren’t you talking? I should probably stop…” she said, loosening his grip.

His reaction was instant. He immediately brought his hand upon hers between them, pressing her palm against his hard shaft. “What is it my love?” she feigned innocence.

“You. Are. Going. To. Pay. For. This.” he snarled.

Instead of teasing him further, she grasped his aching flesh in her palm once more and started pumping him hard and fast. Erik squeezed her bottom in his hands and pulled her in for a rough kiss, biting and sucking her lips as he sensed his impeding orgasm.

She rubbed his flesh eagerly and returned the kiss, their tongues dwelling for control. His breathing came out harsh and uneven, his hardness pulsating in her palm as he reached a shuttering release, his body becoming rigid in her arms.

Finally, Marianne seized her ministrations, raining kisses all over his face and neck. When his breathing became regular again, he pulled her head to him and captured her lips in a soulful kiss that made her quiver with desire.

He rinsed her thoroughly and stood, reaching out to her to assist her in moving out of the tub.

She gave him a dejected look and came to stand before him, as he took a towel and dried off her sensitive flesh. Once he was satisfied with the result, he threw the towel on the floor and took her in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom once more where he softly laid her upon the bed.

He kneeled between her legs lying on top of her and kissed her with fervent passion. Spent by her earlier attentions, he took his time as he kissed his way down her neck, nibbling on the soft skin there, eliciting urgent moans from her lips. He took hold of her thighs and raised her legs to accommodate his undulating hips, rubbing against her wet entrance, making her squirm beneath him.

Marianne tried to hold him to her but he resisted, pulling away from her whenever she tried to get closer to him. He felt himself grow hard again driven by her fervor. He kissed his way down to her breasts, taking one erect nipple between his lips, suckling the peak, driving her mad with desire. She brought her hands to his hair but he took hold of her wrists, bringing them to rest against the mattress.

She tried to free her hands, but he wouldn’t bulge. The grip he had on her wrists was fierce, forcing her to remain unmoving as he feasted on her flesh hungrily. She arched her back trying to relieve the tension she felt but each time he felt her try to gain control of the situation he pulled back from her teasingly.

“I told you my love. You will pay.” he growled and turned his attention to her other breast, never letting go of her wrists. She moaned in protest but he didn’t take pity on her. He continued his ministrations and when her moans turned to continuous whimpers of ecstasy, he traveled south and trailed a wet path from her breasts along her midriff and towards her bellybutton.

He dipped his tongue in her navel to collect the water that still clung to her skin and she gasped in pleasure at the strange sensation. Again he started moving down on her body, reaching the fine hair that covered the apex of her legs. Diverting from his path, he kissed the skin that covered her inner thighs, avoiding contact with her center.

Unable to resist his urges any longer, he laved his tongue over the folds of her womanhood, finally letting go of her hands that instantly went to his hair, pressing him hard against her, desperate for some kind of release. He darted his tongue out to taste her slick wetness. Still, he refused to give into her frantic pleas and avoided touching her pulsating core.

He entered her tight canal with his long tongue drinking from her juices, hungry for more but controlled himself when she furiously pulled on a fistful of hair and crushed him to her urgently. Immediately he removed himself from her and chuckled cruelly when she screamed in agony at his departure.

He moved up, rubbing his body against hers purposefully, knowing that the sheer friction would drive her mad with desire. Indeed, his movement had the desired effect. When he rested his weight upon his elbows and looked into her eyes, the raw passion he saw shimmering there satisfied him immensely. She seemed relieved that he would finally give her what she wanted, but he kept torturing her, maintaining the distance between their lower bodies.

When he was sure she couldn’t take the tension anymore, he started undulating his hips against hers, allowing her to feel how hard he was for her but refusing to enter her still. Again she tried to take hold of his hips and pull him to her but it soon became apparent that he would have none of it as once more he took hold of her hands and brought them above her head. Taking hold of both of her wrists with his left hand, he brought his right hand between them, entering her tight depths with two of his fingers.

Her breath caught in her throat and she fought for oxygen as he started rubbing her center bringing her to the brink of ecstasy but at the moment he felt her muscles clench around his fingers, he removed them, disentangling from her completely, save for where his hand gripped her wrists over her head.

“What do you want Marianne? Tell me.” he whispered seductively in her ear.

She shook her head, past the point of forming coherent sentences but he persisted. “Speak to me Marianne. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please…” was all she could muster. Her voice came out harsh and uneven but he continued his torture, undulating his hips against hers once more.

She bit her bottom lip in agony looking pleadingly into his eyes. “Erik please!” she cried between agitated gasps.

Just then, he took his engorged shaft into his hand and placed the tip of it at the entrance of her pulsating core. This undid her and she started trembling uncontrollably.

“Tell me what it is you want Marianne!” he demanded from her.

“Please Erik! I need you!” she cried out in agony.

The air was forced from her lungs as he entered her fully in one deep thrust. For a few moments he remained still, waiting for her to get accustomed to his girth and then he began rocking slowly into her as she arched and writhed beneath him. At first the rhythm he set was agonizingly slow, but he increased his tempo and let go of her hands to lift her hips to his thrusting body. She abandoned herself to him, her hips moving of their own accord in frenzied fervor.

Suddenly the world around her exploded in a thousand pieces. He brought his motions to a standstill altogether, simply riding out the waves of her ecstasy as her muscles convulsed around him.

When the spasms of her pleasure seized, he started gyrating his hips in slow, tormenting circles, each thrust driving him deeper into her welcoming body. She tried to match his fluid movements with meeting thrusts of her own and lost track of time as he rocked inside her over and over. When he felt he couldn’t hold out much longer, he picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming frantic. He brought his hand between them, finding her bud with his thumb, rubbing the spot in circular motions and the overwhelming sensation began to claim her once more.

She arched beneath him and they hit the plateau of pleasure simultaneously. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over them and he stiffened in her arms as he exploded inside of her. Finally he let go and collapsed on top of her as their breathing returned back to normal.

He rolled them over so that they remained joined but Marianne was now lying on top of him. He run his fingers through her hair and caressed her shoulders soothingly, tugging at the coverlet to draw it over them.

“I love you.” were the last words he spoke to her as he felt sleep take over him and he pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let go.

Erik woke up hours later, the sunlight falling upon his eyes, making him squirm. He opened his eyes to find Marianne nestled on his chest. A satisfied smile curved her lips, her breathing soft, her hand wound around his waist. He looked around him in search of his clothing but his gaze kept drifting back to Marianne.

The bed covers were edging her bare bottom and all he could make out was her supple form as she nestled against his chest. She was so beautiful while she slept; her eyes fluttering beneath her closed eyelids as if she were caught up in a vivid dream. He run his fingers through her hair and pondered on the moments of ecstasy they had shared the night before. She had accepted him fully, declaring her love for him when he expected her to turn away from him screaming. Instead of running away, Marianne had embraced him, absorbing all of the hatred against humanity he had pent up in him and giving him only love in return.

Gazing down at her sleeping form, he realized this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. He yearned to hold her in his arms like this every day for the rest of his life, to care for her, love and cherish her. Most of all he wanted to do everything in his power to grant her a lifetime of happiness like she deserved. Marianne was simply the most giving person he had ever encountered in his life. Would she accept him though? Were he to declare his love for her and ask her to spend the rest of her days with him, would she accept him as her husband? He knew it was too soon to dream like this, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Once again, he ran his fingers through her silken maze and leaned in to lay a soft kiss upon her sweet lips. She stirred in his arms but didn’t seem to wake from her slumber. He knew he had to go but just couldn’t bear parting with her so soon. Again he tried to wake her with another kiss against her lips, but still she wouldn’t open her eyes. All she did was stir again in her sleep and move her hand upon his chest, succeeding only in arousing him.

Without thinking, he caressed her bottom through the covers, relishing in her softness. Moving the fabric aside, he started rubbing his hands down her back, uncovering her creamy skin to his hungry gaze. She finally opened her eyes, registering his presence. For a moment, Erik held his breath, waiting for her frightened reaction to his face at the garish light of day but his fears were set aside when he saw only love reflected in her gaze as she looked at him.

Instead of turning away from his abhorrent appearance, Marianne smiled a bright smile, and brought her hand up to caress his mangled flesh. She stretched her back to kiss him on his marred cheek and pulled back when she didn’t feel him respond, giving him a quizzical look. Registering the fear reflected in his eyes, she smiled reassuringly and traced the contours of his face with her fingers tenderly. She leaned in again, and trailed a path of kisses all over his face, from his forehead and eyelids to the cleft on his chin.

“Am I still dreaming? Are you really here? I can’t believe I have you in my arms.” she whispered against his lips and finally touched her mouth to his. This time Erik was prepared for her assault and returned her kiss passionately.

He embraced her tightly, never wanting to let go. “No Marianne. This is not a dream. I can’t believe it myself, but I’m finally where I belong.” he grunted, rolling them around and coming to hover above her.

“Erik, we can’t… You have to leave. The servants are bound to see you.” she said reluctantly.

“I know my love. I’m going to leave soon but first…”

“No Erik! You have to go! If anyone finds out that you spent the night with me here, I’m…”

“Shhh…” he hushed her, touching his index finger upon her lips. “Don’t think; just feel.”

Before she could say another word in protest, his lips met hers again in a soulful kiss. His probing tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth urgently as his hands roamed towards her bosom. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and brought his other hand to her leg, raising it to accommodate his throbbing shaft. Last night he had prolonged their pleasure as much as possible, taking his time to explore her body agonizingly slow, giving her a chance to get used to the sensation, but this time he felt he wouldn’t be able to control himself for long.

He brought one of his hands between them, softly caressing her entrance with the tips of his fingers, elated to find her ready for him. Feeling he would explode if he didn’t enter her soon, he took hold of her thighs with both of his hands and raised her body fractionally to take her in one long hard thrust. Marianne moaned his name in response, arching her body to meet his rocking hips and brought her hands to rest on his back, trying to hold on to him.

“You are mine!” he breathed heavily against her lips.

“Yes!” was all she could muster under this onslaught of feeling.

“You are mine! Tell me you are mine Marianne!”

“Yes Erik! Yes! I’m yours!” she managed to gasp in between his violent thrusts.

He increased his pace, bringing both of them close to release.

“I’m yours!” she almost screamed in his ear as her muscles started clenching around him and he followed her into oblivion, collapsing on top of her, holding her body tightly to his, never wanting to let go.

A few minutes later, when their breathing had turned back to normal, Erik laid a tender kiss upon her lips and, his heart sinking in his chest in reluctance, spoke. “My love, you were right. I need to leave before your servants take notice of my presence.”

“But I don’t want you to go…” she said, trying to hold on to him.

“It won’t be for long my love. Let us meet in the afternoon for lunch at my house; will you join me?”

“Oh Erik, yes.” she said, smiling radiantly at him. “I still don’t want you to go though.” she pouted.

“Don’t tempt me. You know how I hate to leave you, but I must for your own good. After all, we have all the time in the world to…”

“Erik!” she chastised him, slapping his steel chest playfully and hiding her face against his warm neck.

He laughed softly, planting a kiss in her hair and finally moved to stand from the bed. She took the covers in her hands concealing her nudity and watched him with sad eyes as he gathered his clothes and dressed once more. Looking around him for his mask, he remembered that last night he had unthinkingly thrown it away in his fury. Tugging on his waistcoat, he reached the door and turned to look back to Marianne one last time, blowing her a kiss before peering at the hallway and closing the door behind him.

He quickly descended the stairs that led out to the patio and exited the house silently. Making sure that no eyes would bear witness to his presence, he looked for his mask where he last remembered having it in his hands and found it shortly thereafter thrown in some bushes near the patio. Securing the hateful mask that served as his only defense to the world and its cruelties, he made quick work of collecting his horse from where he had tied it to a tree trunk the night before, and soon was on his way back to his estate.

Chancing one last look at Marianne’s mansion and the balcony he now recognized as that of his lover, he smiled to himself and whispered under his breath. “Soon Marianne. Soon you will truly be mine for the entire world to see.”
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