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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 26

It was high noon when Erik arrived at the city of Rouen in search of a jewelry store. A short while later he had found one and entered the small adobe to find an old man sitting behind the counter.

The shop-keeper stood up as soon as the mysterious masked man entered and asked in a somewhat suspicious manner “Is there anything I can help you with Monsieur?”

“I am looking for an engagement ring.” he replied coolly.

“There is a wide variety for you to choose from Monsieur.” the man said, pulling out a drawer full of engagement rings for his customer to select from.

After looking through them for a little while, Erik dismissed them with a vague gesture of his hand. “I’m not sure you understand Monsieur. I am looking for something special for a very special lady. Price is of no importance.”

“Certainly Monsieur. I was not aware of the sum you had in mind. There are some lovely rings which I reserve for my wealthiest clients. Perhaps you will find something more to your liking among them?”

He led Erik to the back of the store and opened a small safe, taking out a flat case and putting it to rest upon the counter. As soon as he opened the case and Erik peered inside, he saw some of the most magnificent rings he had ever set eyes upon.

One in particular caught his gaze as he examined the rings. He took it in his fingers and admired the fine craftsmanship of the jewel. It was a large square-cut diamond. The gem was flawless and the ring had a simplicity about it that didn’t take anything from the precious stone. Immediately he knew that this was the perfect ring for Marianne, one she would never tire of wearing on her finger. He nodded his head to the jeweler and asked for the price.

“That will be 20.000 francs Monsieur, but I could show you something else if the price is too high for you.” the shop keeper supplied.

“I already told you price is not an issue Monsieur.” Erik replied sternly, taking out his wallet to count out the sum.

Less than five minutes later, with the ring in his pocket, he mounted his horse and rode back out of the city towards his estate so as not to be late for lunch with his beloved.

When he reached his mansion, he was pleased to find out that Vincent had followed his instructions to the letter, preparing a magnificent feast. He asked for a drink and walked into his library, waiting impatiently for Marianne to come.

Would she accept his proposal? Was he rushing things or was he correct to presume that she too wanted to spend the rest of her life by his side? Perhaps it was just a game to her. Perhaps it was only lust that drove her.

Alas! It couldn’t be. She had professed her love to him while he held her in his arms; she had no reason to lie to him. After all, a woman of her stature would never lye with a man out of wedlock if she didn’t truly love him. At least not his Marianne. His sweet, loving, honorable Marianne.

He took a sip from his brandy and took the ring out of his vest pocket to have another look at it. He was certain she would take a liking to the pattern. It was elegant in its simplicity; it would suit her perfectly.

Suddenly he heard commotion coming from the doorway and set his glass down to walk out of the library. He found Marianne standing at the entrance, smiling kindly at Vincent.

As soon as she saw him walking towards her, her eyes lit up and she smiled radiantly at him. Erik took her hand in his and softly pressed his lips upon her alabaster skin, leading her towards the dining room where the table was set for them. He pulled out a chair for her and then took a seat opposite from her.

Their lunch was pleasant and time progressed quickly as they conversed easily. As soon as they were finished with desert, Erik stood and offered Marianne his hand so that they would take a walk in the gardens.

They entered the labyrinth where Marianne once again enjoyed the beautiful scenery and after a while, collecting the nerve to finally ask her what had been on his mind all through the day, he asked her if she would like to follow him into the music room of the house as he needed to speak to her.

She nodded her head in response and they entered the house hand in hand, ascending the stairs that led to his refuge. The room was dark and Marianne felt a chill running down her spine as Erik closed the door behind them and lit the candles that were scattered all around the spacious room. As soon as he was finished, he came back to her and taking her hands in his led her to sit upon the settee that rest close to the huge organ.

Satisfied that she was comfortable, he walked over to the organ and sat on the bench taking off his jacket and waistcoat to remain dressed only in his shirt.

Taking a deep breath, he put his fingers upon the keys, caressing the ivory softly, and started playing a melody that had been haunting him ever since he had met Marianne. The tune started out fierce in a vivace rhythm, slowly transforming into a haunted maestoso melody that took her breath away. When during the last bars he shifted to an adagio tempo, she stood from her seat and came to stand behind him, enchanted by the melody he was playing for her.

When the last notes died in the air, she reached out and gently caressed his shoulders, waiting for him to turn to her. Soon thereafter, she felt his hand upon one of her own and he lifted his eyes to hers to find tears glistening upon her cheeks.

He turned to face her fully and gently prodded her to sit upon his lap, encircling her waist with his arms, making her feel safe and loved. She raised her hand to caress his unmasked cheek and kissed his lips tenderly.

“That was so beautiful Erik.” she whispered with her lips brushing against his. “I have never heard anything like it.”

“I composed it for you my darling. This piece represents everything I feel for you, from the moment I first met you.”

At his words, she smiled gloriously at him and leaned in to kiss him passionately, unable to find any words that could describe her feelings for him after his admission. They stayed like that for a few minutes, drinking from each-other’s lips, and after a while she felt Erik’s hands upon her shoulders, pushing her away from him.

She looked at him with a dejected look in her eyes, wondering what was wrong, only to find him smiling at her reassuringly.

“Marianne, I need to confess something.” he started tentatively.

“What is it Erik?” she asked worriedly.

“As you already know Marianne, I have led a troubled life. Scorned by my own mother when I was merely a toddler, shunned by society when I was captured by a traveling fair only to be displayed like an animal, nothing more than a beast in a cage used to entertain people. One night in my rage I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was merely a child and I killed my captor with my bare hands. I had a piece of rope he used to tie me up in my cage and used it to strangle him to death as soon as the people visiting the carnival left. I felt his body go limp in my hands and he fell to the ground with a horrible thud. I felt no remorse for his murder Marianne…” his voice trailed off, remembering the night which had forever changed his life.

Marianne didn’t speak, listening to him recount the story of his tortured life, sensing his pain.

“Fortunately for me, that night I met a kind young girl who helped me escape the carnival. Her name was Antoinette and she took me in, giving me shelter where she was presently residing; the Opera Populaire. That Opera house became my playground, my artistic domain. I read every book I could get my hands on. Architecture, music, literature, philosophy, magic. My only company was the books Antoinette brought me, along with the music that filled the dark chambers in the dungeons of the opera house.”

A tear ran down Marianne’s cheek and Erik reached out to wipe it away with his fingertips.

“And then she came along; Christine. A child at the age of eight, alone in the world, an orphan to a great musician; Gustav Daae. I took her under my wing. She would pray every night for her father to send her the angel of music and I gave her what she needed. I became her angel of music and taught her to sing.

I killed for her. A man who had also set his eyes on her, a stage hand who viciously raped many a ballet member through the years and was surely ready to attack her as well. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt and so I denied my soul.

I devoted my life, my whole being to her and what did she do? She denied me, betrayed me with your cousin, plotting for my demise, setting a trap I foolishly stepped into. I went mad. I kidnapped her, setting into motion a series of events that hurt many people in the process.

So many people died that night as I tried to escape with her in my arms, the theatre filled with gendarmes searching for the beast I had become. But I, I had set a trap of my own. I took her to my lair, forcing her to accept her fate as the monster’s bride when Raoul de Chagny came to her rescue. I would have killed him had she not pretended to chose me over him and when she finally kissed me, I saw reason.

She did not love me; she was merely desperate to get as far away from me as possible. I granted them both their freedom and she followed her knight in shining armor, leaving me behind for the mob to put an end to my pitiful existence.

I found an escape and followed the couple out of the burning Opera house. I needed just one glimpse of her to last me for eternity and, naturally, I was well paid off. She was begging the Viscount to take her away from the monster and I finally understood.

I was not fit to live among other people. I ran away from that Opera house where I smelled and saw only death. I traveled the world for some time, finally coming to the Rouen country side to find some peace.

And that’s when I met you. I had come to peace with the fact that I was destined to live a life of solitude but you changed everything. You never pretended to accept my eccentricities or my vile temper. You are the only person other than that little girl to treat me as a human being.”

He stood from where he was kneeling before her and walked away, putting some distance between them. “I am not worthy of you Marianne. I have done nothing to deserve your love but here I am, begging you to love me back. To take me into your life. To reach out and pull me from the darkness in which I have wandered all my life.”

He turned to gaze upon her once more and found her still in the same spot, tears running from her eyes. Silently she stood from the settee and he thought she was going to flee his company but she slowly walked towards him and came to a standstill before him.

She reached out her hand and brought it to rest over his heart, feeling his pulse beating wildly beneath her palm. “I love you Erik. I thought I couldn’t love you more but now that you trusted me with your deepest secrets my love for you has grown tenfold. I love you.”

Erik couldn’t believe his ears. Instead of running away from him, this marvelous woman was standing by his side, accepting him for what he truly was. Her declaration of love after he had entrusted her with his dark past proved to him that in Marianne he had found a kindred soul.

Suddenly her hand traveled from his chest over to his face, touching her fingertips to the edge of his mask. “Please Erik, let me see the face of the man I love.” she implored him.

He could only nod in response and hold his breath as she took his mask off, revealing his scarred flesh to her gaze. Without flinching she touched the mangled side of his face, caressing his cheek tenderly.

A single tear fell from his eyes at her gesture as she spoke. “I never want to see you hurt again. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.” she said, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lips.

She was surprised when he walked away from her, moving to the windows and ripping the drapes that were blocking the sunlight from coming into the room. One by one he pulled down the curtains from all of the windows until the light of day bathed the music room.

He then came to kneel before her and took her left hand in between his own. “Marianne, as I told you before, I know I am not worthy of your love but I need you in my life. Only you can make me happy. Only with you by my side I will be able to start a life anew. I will devote my whole life trying to make you happy if you will let me.”

With that, he took the box out of his pocket and opened it for her to see. The diamond sparkled in the sunlight as Erik took it out of the box and held it out to her. “Will you marry me?” he finally asked.

“Oh Erik!” she gasped, not expecting such a gesture. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out as he looked at her with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Please Marianne, accept my hand in marriage.” he tried once more.

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” was her only reply and he took her hand, placing the ring on her finger, kissing her hand lightly.

He turned his head up, gazing at her tenderly. “I love you Marianne.” he said softly.

“I love you Erik.” Marianne responded looking down at him, caressing both sides of his face with her hands.

Marianne smiled happily as he rose to his full height once more and gently embraced her waist. He brought her hand to his lips and began a journey of light kisses on the back of her hand, moving up her arm to her shoulder, her neck and then kissing her lips softly, tenderly, his mouth brushing over hers with the delicacy of a feather. She sighed and twined her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers through his dark hair.

“My heart is yours. I would never have imagined that I would have a beautiful woman like you in my arms.” Erik placed his forehead against hers, a sigh escaping his lips. He could not believe this was happening to him.

“Oh Erik… You will never have to be alone again. I will never leave you to suffer again. I will be by your side forever.” Marianne caressed his hair softly.

“I think I am dreaming. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up again.” he murmured against her lips.

It was just so natural, Erik thought to himself. Her head tilted naturally to the right and their lips met. It was a heavenly moment. It filled him with liquid fire. He pulled her tighter into his embrace and inhaled deeply through his nostrils before he crushed his lips upon hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips. She responded to his kiss with her own passion building up. As he tasted her, she pulled his head closer.

A moan escaped her lips as Erik suckled her upper lip, starting a seductive game once more, sending a chill through her. He smirked at her reaction, opened his eyes and found hers sparkling with excitement which matched his own. Marianne arched her back when he attacked her neck, slowly kissing and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. His strong arms kept her steady as he placed one on her back and the other behind her neck.

They had only been apart for a few hours since Erik had left Marianne’s room that very morning, yet he once again longed to hold her close, kiss her and make love to her the whole afternoon and evening and night and for the rest of his life. He just couldn’t believe that this woman, who was so beautiful in body and soul, was his and only his.

Marianne was in heaven. Finally, Erik was hers. As they tasted each other, they both knew that this was meant to be. Marianne broke off the kiss and looked deeply into Erik’s eyes where she saw a fire shimmering that was pure passion, desire and love and it was all directed at her.

“I want you Marianne…” Erik growled in the back of his throat, leaning forward and capturing her mouth with his. “I need you…” he continued as his mouth trailed to the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck. “I want to taste you again…” he whispered in her ear making her knees weak with anticipation.

She gasped hearing his sensual voice, suggesting what she was all too shy to express. Marianne moaned just to show him her equal passion.

“Oh, Erik… please…” her voice was bearably above a whisper.

He did not have to wait any longer. He swept her in his arms and exited the music room, walking down the corridor towards his chambers. He entered the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. He looked at Marianne with a passionate, adoring gaze and couldn’t help but crush his lips to hers. He slowly walked towards the bed and helped her stand on her feet.

Marianne’s heart skipped a beat, and she didn’t have the chance to react as he moved behind her. He took hold of her head, partly turning it to the side to give her a long burning kiss then moving on to kiss her neck, which made Marianne shiver. Erik slid his arms down her body and massaged her breasts over her blouse, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. She arched her body leaning into him as she reached her arm over her shoulder behind his head and around his neck, while she rested her head against his neck and shoulder. Her face flushed as she felt the hardness of his arousal press against her behind. She was as restless as he was, desperate to feel his body again.

Not moving from behind her, Erik began untying the strings at the front of her blouse. He helped her remove it, tossing it carelessly to the floor and caressed her creamy shoulders reverently, moving his hands down her arms. Marianne felt light-headed but she froze on the spot as she let him take the lead. He began kissing her back and shoulders, encircling her waist as he undid the ties of her skirt. A short while later, he left her standing only in a thin white chemise, her corset and underwear, a sight which sent a jolt of electricity straight to his manhood.

He ran his hands over her breasts, languidly paying attention to her rock-hard nipples. He longed to suck on them, but kept himself in check and slid his hand further down over her stomach to finally bring it between her thighs. He began to rub his hand upon her hot core over the thin fabric and Marianne felt herself going half mad from the pleasure Erik was giving her as he explored her body at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her senses returned temporarily when Erik slowed down his ministrations and whispered seductively in her ear, “You are mine… only mine…”

She turned abruptly in his arms and boldly started kissing him all over his face and then hard on his mouth. Erik made her feel like there were no restrains to her behaviour; she was melting under his touch and she couldn’t care less for anything else in the world at that moment. He deepened the kiss as he coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, finding hers. The sensations surging through her were like those she had experienced the previous night and her desire to relive them was imperative. He gasped at her response, their breaths mingling. Marianne could feel their hearts beating together. A soft moan escaped her throat and she surrendered completely to his touch feeling the moisture of her arousal pooling between her legs.

Erik broke their kiss as Marianne moved her fingers to the buttons of his shirt and growled when he saw her smiling and looking tentatively into his eyes. She pulled it from his trousers and opened it so she could feel the warm planes of his chest once more. She felt like standing there and admiring his strong hard body forever; she caressed his broad chest with her hands and then leaned forward kissing it, focusing on his nipples. She suckled gently on one, making Erik bend his head back and hiss between his teeth.

It was more than he could handle; he removed her hands from his chest and taking her in his arms again, he laid her softly upon the bed.

Erik reclaimed her mouth, suckling on her lips, before nuzzling the curve of her neck and shoulder, moving down her ample white bosom still hidden beneath her chemise. He lowered the fabric and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it lazily as his hand moved to her other breast massaging it through the thin material. Marianne tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to explore her breasts, encouraging him with her moans.

He positioned himself between her legs as she helped him by spreading them slightly. He pulled the hem of her chemise up to her waist and began caressing her leg, pulling it up as he began a slow rhythm pressing his aroused flesh against her womanhood.

Marianne felt herself floating beneath him. Her need for him was overwhelming and she met his motions with equal fervour. Her hands travelled along his strong arms, stroking his back until they came to rest upon his firm muscular thighs. She gasped when his mouth found her breast again. He loved the way she stirred beneath him when he did that, the sweet sounds he provoked with his ministrations music to his ears. However, there were still many layers of clothing which had to be removed for him to properly savour her body.

She whimpered in protest when Erik lifted himself from her. He smirked and reached out his hands to her. She took them and he helped her kneel before him. He kissed her shoulders and her neck as his hands travelled to her back in order to untie the strings of her corset. He pulled the chemise over her arms and then moved back a little to admire the woman who drove him crazy with desire.

“You are so beautiful.” his voice was filled with love and need. He longed to take her in his arms and made her his as quickly as possible, but he was going to take his time, even though it seemed to be one of the hardest things he had to endure in his life. Marianne blushed profoundly under his hot gaze, but couldn’t help herself from looking at him with yearning.

He moved closer, taking her face in his large hands. “I adore you.” He leaned over and gave her a sensual kiss. When her hands went to his waist, he took a step back and took them in his own, guiding them to the fastenings of his trousers, urging her to remove them from his body.

Erik found it hard to breathe when his throbbing erection was free at last from its confinements and he stood proudly before her. Her face flushed at the sight of his need for her. It was impossible for her to stay away from him. She felt a womanly sense of pride rising within her, knowing she was the cause of his arousal. The memories of their love-making in her bathtub came to her; she moved closer and wrapped her hand around his hot, bulging shaft, remembering his instructions from the previous night and began to move her hand up and down on his aching flesh. Erik groaned deep in his throat and cupped her face with his hand.

Marianne was mesmerised by the results her ministrations were having on him; the night before she had just felt his member grow larger under her touch since both of them were in the bathtub, but now she was unable to remove her gaze from his distended flesh. She decided to increase her rhythm as she sensed the amount of pleasure she was giving him by doing so. She admired the texture of his raging manhood; so hard, yet so silky soft.

Erik felt shivers running down his spine; he couldn’t stand the feel of her small hand on his burning flesh. Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she felt his strong grip against her pulse.

Marianne regarded him playfully; Erik’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath and not to give in to his need to climax in her hand.

“No my love… not yet…” he growled and with one swift move he had her on her back again. He kissed her roughly, his hands roaming all over her body; cupping her breasts in his hands squeezing them tenderly, effectively increasing her pleasure to new heights. Marianne arched her back as he commenced his ministrations on her nipples, making her writhe beneath him, and moaned loudly as he pinched the hardened peaks, taking them in his mouth, suckling on her burning flesh.

Erik slid down her body, trailing wet, hot kisses down her stomach, stopping at her navel and sliding his tongue in it, making her grasp a handful of his hair in her hand and jerk her body against him. He took hold of her thighs and moved further down, caressing her legs softly. Already the scent of her desire was wafting in the air. The mere thought that she was ready for him made him growl expectantly. The pantalets she was wearing had to be discarded as soon as possible so, unable to restrain himself, he ripped them from her body and tossed them to the floor on top of the rest of their clothing.

Marianne gasped in surprise, for his action might have frightened her for a split second, but she realised that it only made her centre warmer and wetter. Her breath came out harsh and uneven; she thought she would faint from lack of air when Erik caught her buttocks and pulled her hard against him, grinding his pelvis against her womanhood. She arched her back thinking her torment would finally end and that she would soon be entwined with his strong body again. What she didn’t know was that her torment would take a little while longer to come to an end.

Instead of taking her that very instant he rubbed his erection momentarily against her soft petals, but refrained from entering her. He took a deep breath, trying to control his arousal and not climax and lowered his head, devouring her swollen lips once more. Marianne grasped his shoulders and scratched his back, feeling she was about to burst from excitement; she moaned in distress when his lips left hers and descended on her body until his mouth was level with her softness. Her moans became louder when he didn’t touch her as he had done the previous night, but he kissed her inner thighs softly, avoiding deliberately to touch her centre.

Her hips undulated involuntarily against him, so he decided to put an end to her misery and ran his tongue along her sweet centre. Marianne grasped the sheets and bit her lips so as not to scream from pleasure. He ran his skilful tongue along her wetness, searching for her taught little bud that would send her into ecstasy. He found his treasure and took it into his mouth. Marianne screamed his name as he touched the small bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. He added to her pleasure by inserting two fingers into her hot channel, watching her as she was writhing against his mouth. She arched her hips into his touch yearning for him. Erik increased the intensity of the thrusts of his tongue, his mouth touching her intimately, suckling and stroking. She could barely breathe when she heard him say in a husky tone.

“Give me all of yourself Marianne.” he touched her again, his voice low. “I want all of you.” His tongue was tenderly persistent as he gave her pleasure ruthlessly.

Her blood roared in her veins. “Erik!” she screamed, and her whole body shuddered into a chain of spasms, as one ended and the next began over and over again.

As he waited for her to calm down, he sat lifting and taking her into his embrace. Marianne put her arms around his shoulders, kissing him hard on the lips. She straddled his thighs, feeling his aching shaft rub against her stomach.

Erik almost went over the edge when she kissed his neck, nibbling along his collar bone. She touched as much of his skin as possible, beginning a trail of kisses down his chest, sucking on his nipples and biting them hard enough to make him jump, sending an electric current to his manhood. He encouraged her with his own groans of ecstasy and Marianne looked at him with a devilish grin on her lips; she felt so pleased that she could grant him satisfaction with her touch.

Just as he sensed he would not be able to bear it any longer, he took immense pleasure when she wrapped her small hand around his throbbing flesh and began to stroke him again with more confidence. He was lost as her hand pumped him and squeezed him harder, when he heard her whispering sensually to him.

“You are mine Erik… Mine! Tell me you are mine Erik.”

“Oh Marianne, I am yours.”

A deep growl came from deep within his throat and he immediately had her on her back; bending her knees to accommodate himself, plunging deep inside of her, arching his back, his roar echoing in the room.

Marianne felt as if she were floating in his arms. She felt another climax approaching as he thrust inside her with powerful strokes. She couldn’t help herself from pulling on his firm buttocks and meeting his thrusts until Erik felt her climaxing again with a long sigh, losing his mind as he sensed her clench her internal muscles around him.

His own climax followed swiftly. He screamed her name as his orgasm washed over him like a dark wave and his seed exploded in Marianne. Erik collapsed on top of her, hiding his face in the crook where her neck met her shoulder, trying to catch his breath, exhausted but extremely satisfied.

Marianne held him tight against her breasts, caressing his hair tenderly and savouring the weight of his strong, hard body on top of hers. When Erik tried to remove himself from her out of fear that he was crushing her, she pulled him back into her arms and comforted him with a soft kiss on his temple. She had never felt so complete and happy in her whole life.

Erik held her tightly to him and rolled on his back still holding her in his arms, unwilling to disentangle himself from her. As she drifted into sleep she could feel his fingers gently stroking her long, brown hair, whispering words of love in her ear.
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