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Replaying Past	By : RubyNatulieLee Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7371 -:- 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.

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[-laughs weakly- Alright. I shall answer a question to you all... I did have a beta. But she always takes to long and now that school started. She doesn’t have the time...So. If you want to me mine, send me a letter at ShinSoulKeeper@aol.com]

[Disclaimer: I do not own or make any sort of money off of this based story. I only own the charaters of Esme Lonsdale, Eddy and his sister Crystal, The wig maker, Nicolas and the three boys from Sandor's gang. Everything else I do not own nor belong to me. ]

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“Witch, how you taunt me.”

The raw need inside of Erik roared inside. Seeing Esme stand before him, throwing herself into his arms, her sweet body begging for his touch, for his mouth. Its been far to long since the last time they loved each other. And this time, he would take his time. Finding each spot that made her sigh with bliss, tasting her flesh with his mouth, while his fingers drove her mad with pleasure. A groan spilled out from the very thought, his arms wrapping around Esme body, yanking her closer, pressing their lips together roughly, letting her feel his need. He fed upon her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth with his tongue. Her body stiffen, fingers clinging to his shirt in a tight manner. But soon she swooned, relaxing in his arm, giving herself up to his kisses, returning the strokes of his tongue.

She wanted to rid herself of Sandor’s touch. The very thought of his fingers touching her in places made her lurch, she wanted her phantom to touch her there. To make her cry out with such heat, she dared to be burned by them. His mouth, his taste, so manly even the brandy that lingered within made him taste all but sweeter. But those firm lips were ripped from her own, trailing those wet kisses down her jaw, under her chin and down her throat, making her head all but tip back, to give him the access he demanded. Her fingers curling into his hair, to hold him to her throat, as his lips, his teeth bit into her flesh, making her whimper out. But her fingers held onto those silk strains, telling her something that made her frown within her mind. He was not wearing his wig. But those thoughts shattered when his hand touch her breast, feeling the warm flesh. Letting his fingers stroke and tease the little nub in till it harden from the abuse, making her knees almost give.

“To many clothes.” Erik growled out as his lips ended at the cloaks clasps, where her cloak still settled. Yanking it from her flesh, his greedy fingers began to tare at her outfit. “E-Erik!” Esme gasped, as his hands ripped the blouse in half, right down the middle, exposing her golden flesh, and swollen breasts, that tingled within the cold, damp air, those nipples hardening to painful attention, as Erik slowly began to brush his thumbs over them. Like a offering, they were. How could he refuse such a fest?

“I’ll get you knew clothing, hundreds, anything.” He whispered harshly, as his head bowed, letting his breath brush along those nubs, making Esme cling to his shoulders as if for dear life, crying out weakly when his lips locked around one, flicking with his tongue, suckling gently as his right hand went down to her dress. He was making her skin burn, the wetness of his mouth, suckling harder upon her breast, made her back arch, made her right hand sink into his hair to hold him close to her chest, close to her very heart. Offering all she was, all she could to him.

It was like she was floating, but soon her body was pressed down into the mattress of Eriks’ bed. Her fingers grasping his face, ripping off the mask, tossing it over his shoulder. But before he could notice, she yank his head down, locking her lips into his own, kissing all his thoughts and worries away. As his hands, shaking with such need, removing her dress, leaving her naked before him. Drawing away from the warm kiss, he stood up right beside the bed. Staring down at his golden goddess, laying there under him. Her body begging him to touch her, her green eyes misted with pleasure as her lips bruised from kisses. His very dream, his very thought of a wanting women, who only wanted his touch, laid under him. And he smirked at that thought. “I’m going to love you slowly this time.” He whispered, dropping to his knees slowly before her. His fingers curling along her slim ankle, lifting it up to press his lips against. He heard her giggle and his heart over flooded with love. He loved those sounds. He wanted to hear them always.

His lips trailed up along her flesh from her ankle to her thigh. Hearing those giggles slowly seep into sudden gasps of moans. His hands, that began to shake, softly touched her knees, in which he pushed apart. Exposing her hidden treasure between her legs to him. Esme gasped out, her back arching when her legs were pushed apart, feeling the cold air brush along her tender flesh. She felt exposed and raw before him like this. Her fingers could do nothing more but curl into the sheets. But what he did next, made her buck and cry out in alarm. “Erik!” His lips kissed her down ‘there’. She never thought a man would do such a thing, but he had more in mind. For his parted her with his fingers and ran his tongue along her flesh, making her tremble and moan. He was driving her body into the very flames. Her hips wiggled under his mouth in dismay as he began to suckle her, pushing her into the heat with his tongue. But his hands locked on her hips, pressing them down into the mattress letting him eat her with out mishap. His lips found the little jewel settled upon those wet lips and began to suckle, flicking it roughly with his tongue. Like music to his ears, Esme cried out time and time again, her legs opening wider for him, her hands reaching down, curling within his hair, wanting to pull him away, but wanting to keep him close. He was confusing her so.

“S-Something happening.” She panted. He went on, feeding upon her, for minutes. For hours. She did not know, nor did she care. “Let it happen. I’ll be here to catch you.” His words puzzled her. She knew this feeling. It happened once before, when they first laid with each other. But his right hand, slipped between her thighs and two of his fingers, shoved into her wet passage. Making her cry out suddenly. It hit, the ground under her cracked and chatter, leaving her to fall, fall from the surrounding warmth and burning pleasure. She cried out his name, as her body suddenly went limp, shivering from the after shocks of her climax.

Erik pushed himself to his feet, his hands all but ripping the clothes he wore from his body. He watched her lay there, well loved and growing tried. But he was still thick and hard and in need to be emptied. But soon, he was naked like her, settling himself slowly between her legs, leaning his body over her own. His lisp touched hers in a gentle, sweet kiss. As she slowly woke fro the numbing shocks. But once her arms lifted, draping around his neck softly, his hands parted her legs once again and lifted her hips, and in one quick movements, thrust himself deep inside of her. Making her muscle cling to him tightly, made her breath hitch upon his lips, her nails nip at the flesh upon his shoulders.

His hips started to move, slowly at first. Feeling the wetness of her juices soak him. But it didn’t last, but with a groan, he started to move faster. His hips thrusting deeper, harder, hearing her cry out time and time again, holding onto him. Lift her hips and ride with him to the very stars. The heat, the scent of her was making his body tighten and felt him slowly reach his peck. But he did not want to leave her wanting. Reaching down between their join bodies, he found that jewel and watched with need as he witnessed Esme body arch and tighten, thrash and cry out from his hands. Her body being filled, feeling as if he was touching her very soul. She cried out, his voice echoed in her own. The darkness began to melt away from Erik’s mind, as the light, that glowed so brightly within her, began to seep into his blood and into his heart. The darkness held no appeal, the light under him did. And with a last thrust, he cried out his dancers name, letting his seed spill from his body and empty out into her own, as her body shattered within her climax, joining him within the warm bliss of pleasure.

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Erik watched his dancer sleep. Mostly in shock. He still wanted to know, what had caused his dancer to run into his arms and give herself to him. But for the moment, he would let her sleep. So settling upon his side, resting his head within his palm, he watched. Her body lingering upon its back, her red hair spilling over the silk pillows. Her body, well used, resting under the satin sheets, that rose and fell so very slowly within her dreams. He reached up, softly brushing back the bangs that lingered upon her brow. He found her, to be the most beautiful person, he ever did see. He wanted her to be with him always, to be by his side. To love him, in till the end of time. All he wanted, slept right beside him... He wanted a new life from the bitter past he already knew. He want Esme, to share it with him. He smiled slowly, before leaning over, brushing his lips softly upon her temple, his words whispering into her ear, making her mumble within her sleep and slowly roll over, curling into his chest.

“That’s all I ask of you...”
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