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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 27

A cool, pleasant night breeze played over Marianne’s skin and hair, causing her to open her eyes slowly. It took her several seconds to realize where she was and that she wasn’t in her bedroom. Just at that moment, she felt Erik’s warm skin under her body. She smiled contently and caressed his broad, muscular chest while she moved her left leg to rest possessively over his strong thighs.

As her hand played lightly with his chest hair, she noticed a glow coming from her finger; it was her ring. She smiled as the events of the previous afternoon came back to her. Erik had asked her to marry him! It was too much for her to bear.

Marianne looked at the man she so dearly loved. She moved even closer, if that was possible and sighed, feeling very happy. She thought he was the most wonderful, handsome man on earth. It became impossible for her to sleep again, as her thoughts kept turning back to the secrets which Erik had confided in her.

Erik had finally decided to share his past with her and that was all she had ever asked of him. She felt relieved, yet overwhelmed by his revelations. The man in her arms was one of a kind and gentle nature; he wasn’t the man that others would expect him to be, considering all those atrocities he had to endure all through his life.

It was inconceivable for Marianne to accept the fact that his mother had been so cruel to her own child. This wasn’t the image of a mother, but one of a heartless creature. Finally, it all made sense to her; that was the reason why Erik chose to live his whole life in solitude; he had become accustomed to it since birth. Marianne gazed at him lovingly and moved her hand from his chest over to his face to caress his marred cheek.

Then and there, she made a promise to herself. She had always wanted a large family. If one of their children or all of them were to inherit Erik’s deformity, she would love them no matter what their appearance would be. Those children would be the proof of their love, and nothing, nothing at all coming from Erik could ever be ugly or repulsive. He was a gift sent from heaven and he was hers. Erik was perfect in her eyes; a wonderful man who gave his love unconditionally to her, warming her very soul with the tenderness he regarded her with.

Erik stirred as she caressed his face, making him sigh in his sleep. He didn’t wake up, but he squeezed her in his embrace and exhaled softly as he drifted back to peaceful slumber. Marianne smiled to herself again, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of his tight embrace. She loved him, she truly loved him; she couldn’t believe he had said he loved her. Her mind drifted back to his narration. She had thought it would be impossible for him to get over his feelings for Christine.

Apparently, trying to help Christine become an Opera singer and get over her father’s death had been Erik’s first attempt to reach out to the real world. He had given her everything; his support, his guidance, his knowledge, his music and, above all, his love. He hadn’t had any experience or guidance all through his life. He had thought giving his love to Christine would be enough for her to accept him just the way he was. However, the young diva had proven him wrong and all his great expectations had been shuttered that fatal night in Paris.

Although he had been betrayed in the worse possible way, he had managed to survive this tempest in his life. In the end, he had understood the error of his ways and secluded himself in this large estate, hiding from the world once more, trying to live with the remembrance of his grave mistakes.

Murder. He had committed murder for Christine’s sake, in order to protect her from that stagehand at the Opera House. So many people had been killed during the performance of his own opera when he had tried to escape, causing the fall of the great chandelier in the room. The only reason he had tried to escape was because she had betrayed him and revealed him to the authorities to be done with him.

All for a woman. For Christine. How could she have been so ungrateful? Ungrateful towards her mentor and ungrateful towards her husband as well. What could have possibly made her play that awful game against him? Christine and that other woman, Madame Giry, had been the sole two persons to bear witness to his extraordinary talent and, most of all, Christine. She had received his guidance, her own progress in the arts was the proof of Erik’s talent, but she did not seem to be eager to help him reveal his genius mind to the rest of the world.

Christine had merely played with him. Instead of telling him that Raoul had been the one she loved… well, if she had ever really loved him, she had continued mocking Erik’s emotions endlessly. Instead of saving him and trying to help him out, into the light, what had she done in his hour of need? She had left him behind for the bloodthirsty mob to find and end his miserable existence. No. Christine certainly didn’t deserve him.

What was done, was done! She would help him to start all over again. She was determined to help him prove to the outside world who he really was, how gifted he was. Marianne would do anything in her power to help him fight his demons and forget his past, as hard as a task like this would seem to be. Erik was a perfectly amiable and pleasant man. She was determined to stand by him, no matter the hardships they would meet in their joined life.

She breathed deeply, feeling exhilarated; she could just stay in his strong arms forever, without any other care in the world. It was Marianne’s turn to enclose him in her own arms. Her hand caressed the hard, warm muscles of his chest as she lifted her leg a little, dragging it across his thick thighs.

Marianne felt the familiar sensation return between her legs. She smiled mischievously and made up her mind to wake Erik with her touch. She started playing with his chest hair and ran her leg up and down his own; Erik inhaled deeply, so she thought her actions started having an effect on him and that he would eventually open his eyes.

The night was hot and humid, but Erik didn’t want to part from her embrace, she felt so soft and warm against him. Instead, he pushed abruptly at the sheet that covered them, exposing their naked bodies to the night air.

Marianne’s breath caught in her throat as his firm body with its fine musculature was revealed before her eyes. She couldn’t help but continue her light strokes upon his skin, following the trail of his chest hair down his stomach. Her hand stopped over his low abdomen and she blushed profusely at the mere thought of touching his manhood. She couldn’t think clearly; the desire to pleasure him, as he had done many a time, was overwhelming.

Erik thought he was dreaming when she brushed her hand gently over him. He opened his eyes slowly and held his breath. Marianne, his Marianne, was touching him in the most intimate of ways, exciting him all over again. He remained still, afraid she would hold back her sweet torment. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her small hand upon his heated flesh.

A helpless groan escaped his lips when Marianne held him tighter in her hand. Surprised by the sound that escaped his lips, she turned her head upwards, only to meet his intense gaze. Never seizing her ministrations, she fixed her eyes upon his, welcoming the ferocious desire which was drawn in their depths.

Erik’s eyes rolled back and he growled when Marianne squeezed and moved her hand up and down over his throbbing erection. Her touch felt so good to him and for a moment he wondered whether she had any idea of the effect her actions had upon him. His hand, which rested around her shoulder, brushed over her hair moving down her back, over her bottom and back again.

Marianne on her part, was enjoying immensely the feel of power she had over him. The thought that pleasing the man she loved would give her such immense pleasure had never crossed her mind before. She turned to face him again as he continued to stare intently at her, a fierce glow in his eyes. She returned his gaze with equal passion. Feeling aroused herself, she lifted her body partially and pressed her breasts against his chest, eliciting a moan from him as her mouth found his and their lips joined in a passionate kiss. She opened her mouth inviting him to explore hers deeply, tempting him with her tongue flicking over his. Their heartbeats quickened as the kiss became ever fiercer, filling them with liquid fire as their tongues danced in a sensual motion and they became lost in their feelings, abandoning all sense of time and place.

She left his mouth and nibbled on his earlobe, moving down to tease his neck with her tongue, raining kisses along his jaw line, stopping to suckle softly on the junction of his neck and shoulder, as a deep groan escaped his throat.

“Oh, Marianne… this feels so good…” he encouraged her, grasping her head between his hands, as she continued making her way down his chest. She took a nipple in her mouth, nibbling and licking it, making him stir restlessly beneath her.

“Is that so, my love?…” she whispered, as she moved over to his other nipple, repeating the same ministrations with renewed confidence.

Feeling his swollen flesh shake in her hand, she quickened the rhythm of her strokes up and down his length, hearing him breathe heavily. The scent he set off was intoxicating making her lose control, becoming bolder in her actions. While caressing his aroused flesh, she noticed that the skin felt tight and soft at the same time. As she stroked him slowly, she could feel the veins bulging and throbbing as if they would burst. She lightly ran her fingertip along the tip of his growing arousal, forcing him to let out another helpless moan.

Erik thought he was floating among the clouds. Lost under her touch, he was overwhelmed when he felt her tongue flutter over his aching shaft. Unable to believe Marianne’s actions, he lifted his head and looked down at her as she rested her head between his thighs. He remained still for a few seconds, trying to sort out everything that was happening. He felt as if he was going to explode. He could not think how to describe being enveloped by the warmth of her mouth.

Hearing the deep growl that escaped his lips, she became even more excited and finally let her instincts free. Erik arched into her mouth as she continued teasing his engorged manhood with her tongue. He tossed his head to the right, grasping a handful of her hair as he moved his hips up and down helplessly. He had dreamt of her sweet mouth taunting him like this many times, but the way she was making him feel now was indescribable.

Sensing his climax building, he stopped her abruptly as he didn’t want to come to that alone.

“Stop!” he managed to say, his breath deep.

Fervently he pushed Marianne away from him. She didn’t even have the time to react as she was caught by surprise. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her mouth from his throbbing hardness and swiftly turned them so that she was lying on her back beneath him. She felt his large hands parting her legs and slipping his finger in her tender flesh. She encouraged him in his exploration with her cries, as his strokes enhanced her desire even more, if that was possible. Capturing her lips, he devoured her mouth with hungry urgency. Finding her core moist and ready for him, he entered her fully in one deep thrust making her scream his name. The friction was nearly unbearable as she picked up his pace, her hips lifting and falling, pulling him deeper. He continued pounding his hardness roughly into her, placing her leg over his shoulder as Marianne grasped his buttocks.

Erik lost all control and roared in his climax when he felt her convulse around him into a chain of spasms, spilling himself deeply into her. A few moments later, he tucked her against him and deftly rolled to his side, her limbs wrapped around his, the only sound in the peaceful night their hearts pounding hard in their chests and their heavy breathing. He stroked her moist skin with gentle motions, smiling with satisfaction as her heartbeat slowly eased and her breathing calmed. Finally he felt her move, snuggling closer to him before placing a lingering kiss over the spot where his heart rested. Marianne opened her eyes and gazed into the deep green of his own. She lifted her hand to his forehead and brushed his hair lovingly away from his face.

“I love you.” she whispered, a tranquil expression on her face as she curled against him. “I love you Erik. I will always love you.”

“My love… my heart and soul… You cannot imagine how much I love you my Marianne…” he whispered huskily, a complete prisoner under her feminine spell.

Marianne smiled gently and leaned up to study his face, tenderly tracing one fingertip across his bold features. “Mine. You are mine Erik.” she breathed and then kissed him again, locking away each moment in her mind as a memory to cherish forever.
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