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Love Story	By : PeterH Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 2962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter twenty seven: London

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Living with Ivan meant a lot of rules. Many more than there was living with Erik. Christine had a bedtime, curfew and while she was pregnant he even put her on a strict diet to keep her and the baby healthy. Christine wondered why he wanted to care for a child that wasn’t even his. Perhaps because it was his fault that Erik had killed himself and now Christine’s baby was fatherless. But still didn’t know of Ivan sick plan and how he had forced Erik to write the note, cut his finger so there would be his blood upon the letter. Christine didn’t know that her beloved Erik was still alive and living in Persia while Christine was taken to London to start a new life with Ivan.
The diet took some getting used to, and so did having to travel with a body guard everywhere she went.

One evening Christine returned before her curfew with some clothes for the baby. Christine was three months pregnant now and even though she made herself up to look strong and graceful inside she was dying. She missed Erik terribly. So much that it was breaking her heart every day. Christine tried hard to raise her voice or yell at anyone or anything but it was proving difficult. As Christine walked through the hall way her body guard Harry left her be. Christine looked up at the staircase and dreaded walking up it. Her feet were killing her. Christine decided to just sit in the living room for a little while and take a short nap to rest her feet.

When she entered the living room she saw Ivan standing there by the fire place. “Do you find me unattractive, Christine?” he suddenly asked turning towards her. Christine was taken aback by his question. “Of course not,” Christine replied, knowing that it was a very stupid question. Any woman would want to have Ivan. He was a very attractive man and she wondered why he asked her such a thing. “Than why do you look at me with such disgust?” he demanded, raising his voice a little.

Christine glanced over to a small table and noticed a bottle of wine that was half empty. “I do not look at you like that,” she answered him looking down at the floor. She heard Ivan coming towards her. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. Ivan’s thumb brushed against her bottom lip and Christine trembled as he held her. “Did you know that every time I am near you I just want to make love to you?” he whispered softly against her lip. Christine shivered as he warm breath caressed her face. Ivan pulled Christine closer and slid one hand down her back and pulled her a little closer. “Come here,” he said barely above a whisper before he pressed his lips softly against hers.

Christine’s whole body tingled and seemed to be brought to life the moment their lips met. Christine knew it was wrong to feel such desire for the man who had ruined her whole life. But he reminded her so much of Erik. And when he kissed her it was like being with Erik again. Christine slowly and bravely opened her mouth and sighed when she felt Ivan’s tongue slither inside of her mouth. He tasted of wine and Christine was sure he wasn’t aware of what he was doing. Christine placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a little. “You’re tired, Ivan. Let’s go to bed.” She said taking his hand and leading him upstairs.

Christine undressed Ivan slowly and when she had taken off his shirt she set him down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. “You’re a wonderful woman, Christine,” Ivan told her. He reached out and touched her cheek. Christine stood him up and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his black trousers. She let fall to the ground and Ivan stepped out of them. Christine turned around to get him some night clothes; but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his chest and began kissing her neck. “Ivan, not now,” Christine protested but Ivan wouldn’t listen.

Ivan continued kissing and sucking on her neck. Christine let out little moan as his lips moved to her shoulder. He pulled down the fabric of her blouse and kissed her small round shoulder softly. He turned Christine around his arms and pulled her onto the bed with him. “I know you miss him Christine,” Ivan whispered as he starred down at her. Christine’s eyes began to flood with tears and they fell down her face. Christine turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her weep but he only turned her back to him and wiped the tears from her face. “Don’t cry, my lovely. Just…just pretend I am him. Call out his name, moan for him, scream for him beg for him. I don’t care.” Ivan whispered before he pressed his lips to hers once more.

Christine opened her mouth and let him kiss her deeply. Christine moaned softly when his lips traveled down her neck and his hands began unbuttoning her shirt. He reached up and unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs and the he pulled off her shoes and then her stockings. The last things that were removed were her underwear and bra. Ivan kissed down her chest until he came to her aching and wet core. Christine thought she’d die when she felt his mouth began to make love with to her womanhood. “Mmm…yes,” Christine whimpered softly. Then Ivan kissed back up her body, kissing her pregnant belly as he did. Ivan let Christine get on top of him and she took his erection in her hand and slid slowly down on top of him.

They both gasped and moaned at the same time as they began to slowly rock back and forth. Ivan wanted to take her fast and hard but he’d have to wait until the baby was born. Christine placed her hands on Ivan’s hard chest as she slowly moved on top of him. Her hand brushed against a long scar that went from his right shoulder down to his left hip. Christine had never noticed it before. Probably because the only time she had ever seen him naked was three months ago (which was the only other time they had been together) and even then she wasn’t paying attention to his body.

“Where…did that come from?” Christine asked him about his scar. It took Ivan a moment or two to actually answer Christine. “Sword fight,” he answered her. Christine leaned down and began kissing his scar. Ivan put his hands in Christine’s hair as she kissed and caressed his scar with her soft tongue. Ivan leaned up and kissed Christine on the forehead. Christine moved her head and pressed her lips against his. Their tongues tangled together in one another’s mouths and thrust back and forth like their hips.

Christine sucked in a deep breath when she felt herself begin to come. She grasped the bed sheets on either side of Ivan’s head and felt like she was going to tear them in two. “Aah…” she heard him sigh and she collapsed on top of him and him beneath her when he came inside of her. Christine laid her head on top of his chest and felt his heart beating wildly beneath her and it slowed calm down. Christine leaned up and noticed Ivan had fallen asleep and she didn’t blame him. Christine didn’t understand why she didn’t even feel like she wanted to kill him. It would be easy enough.

Ivan was drunk and asleep she could easily kill him. But then again she couldn’t. There were his “henchmen” all through the house and they would come and find out she had killed him. Christine moved off of Ivan and lay down at his side. Christine put his arm around her and cuddled up closely to him. She didn’t know why she always felt safe with him.
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