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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Erik could not believe what was happening.

Little Aurora Sorelli was here, kissing him yet again! She had sought him in his lair and was offering herself to him on a silver platter! If her flesh had not felt so soft and warm, if her hair did not smell of roses or if his cock was not as painfully hard, he would have thought that he was simply in the throes of an erotic dream.

Despite his arousal, he was suffering from an unfamiliar feeling: guilt. Although he had let the girl go with her maidenhead intact, he had stolen her innocence just the same that night two weeks ago. Overwhelmed with the bliss of her naked body, he had kissed and caressed her in ways that most women in the Western World were completely unfamiliar with. While such excesses were commonplace in the little sultana’s palace in Persia, they were not acceptable for a female of her class, not even in Paris. And Aurora Sorelli was a girl raised to marry a young man with a title, to have intercourse only for the sake of bearing children, and to live forever in a state of maternal innocence, never knowing to what extent the female body could become consumed by base carnal instincts. Having had a taste of such forbidden passion, she now obviously craved more of the same. Why else would she be here like this?

And he had no right to her virginity. Why, he did not really even know the girl! He did not know her interests or her dreams. All he knew was that she was La Sorelli’s sister, that she was unusually receptive to his mind-controlling voice, that she liked having her sensitive breasts played with and that she writhed and screamed like a banshee in the throes of an orgasm. Such thoughts drove him wild with lust.

Indeed, he had been wild with lust for the past two weeks. Time and again, he would try to banish the fair-haired buxom beauty out of his mind, lest he spend the rest of his days rubbing himself in a state of frustration. And he had cursed himself as a soft-hearted fool for letting her go without knowing all her body had to offer.

To hell with guilt!

When had a woman ever wanted him like this? Aurora Sorelli desired him so badly that she was not deterred by his lewd threats and attempts to scare her away. She would not tease him with hopes of better things to come only to betray and abandon him. She would teach him all he had ever wanted to know, even in her innocence.

And why should he feel guilty? Would she not inevitably be married off to some wealthy husband who would be just as much of a stranger as he was? And if the husband was like any of the other swells of Paris, he would do his duty by his wife and have his fun with a mistress or a brothel girl. He had little to offer a woman, but he could give her what knowledge he had of sensual pleasure. In fact, they could learn together.

“I must attend to a small matter before we proceed, Mademoiselle,” he rasped after pulling away from her arms. “Remain here for a few moments.”

Erik then quickly searched about the theater in the shadows until he found Madame Giry. He ordered her to inform Mademoiselle Sorelli’s escort that she was not feeling well and had gone to stay at her sister’s apartment. Then Giry was to tell La Sorelli that her sister was not feeling well and had gone to stay at her parent’s home. In both cases, Mademoiselle Sorelli had requested not to be disturbed for she was quite ill.

“What are you up to, Erik?” Madame Giry asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Madame Giry’s unspoken disapproval annoyed Erik. She had not approved of his pursuit of Christine. While she did not mind taking his money to run errands for him, apparently her opinion was that he should remain a lonely insane monster, deprived of affection of any kind.

“You know I don’t like questions, Madame,” Erik snapped. “You want our relationship to continue, do you not? You want little Meg to look fine in the garbs of an Empress?”

She nodded with pursed lips and an expression of accusation on her face.

“Thank you. Your services shall be amply awarded. Here is a retainer.”

Handing several gold pieces to her, Erik left her side and returned as quickly as possible to Aurora Sorelli. His heart pounded with distress as he neared the dark corner. Perhaps she had come to her senses and fled while he was gone. And, indeed, he had left the trap-door slightly ajar for just that purpose...to give her one last chance to leave him if she wished.

But the dear girl was there, huddled over and shivering, staring at him with her wide blue eyes.

“It’s so cold in here,” she said with a shiver.

He could not repress a soft smile as he leaned over her, swirling his cape about her shoulders.

“Let us go where it shall be warmer.” Much warmer, he thought naughtily. Damned hot, in fact.

“I have made arrangements so that your absence will not be questioned,” he announced as they made their way towards his home. “For we do not want to be rushed, do we? We shall have the entire night to ourselves.”

Again, she trembled under his protective arm, whether from fear or passion he did not know.

When they had at last reached the candlelight of his bedroom, he could see Aurora Sorelli fully. With her honey blond hair pulled back in a delicate curly hairstyle, she looked like royalty in her pink beaded gown, decorated with a pattern of roses. She had a matching red rose in her hair. Unable to resist, he reached towards the hairpiece and pulled it out of her hair gently. So still was she that she seemed to hardly be breathing, making no sound save her labored gasps for breath. And he stroked the flower along her cheek and the line of her jaw. Such a delicate neck that he could snap like a twig if he chose to. But instead, he placed his mouth there, at the spot just by her collarbone. With a violent shiver, she threw her arms around him, proceeding to plant tiny kisses along the unmasked side of his face. Dear lord, however would he survive such a night with such a passionate woman?

“Let us not be too hasty, my dear,” he said, pulling away from her slightly. “I mean to enjoy you slowly...to savor you like wine.” Then he chuckled with inspiration. “Speaking of which, perhaps we should have some. I believe I have a bottle in the sitting room.”

She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

“I do not drink, Monsieur.”

With her hands folded before her, she had the posture of a praying nun. But he recalled the violent depths underneath her calm ladylike exterior. And he could not wait to see her naked and writhing like a wildcat once more.

“Under the circumstances, perhaps we should dispense with the formalities. You may call me Erik.”

“Erik,” she repeated, trying the name out loud.

“And I shall call you Aurora.” Such a lovely name suitable for a lovely woman. He thought to say so, but then decided not to, believing that such a statement calculated to seduce sounded like something the Vicomte de Chagny would say.

“Have you ever tried wine?” he asked.

“No.”

“You should,” he insisted. “You should try everything, Aurora. Every pleasure that life has to offer. Make yourself comfortable while I retrieve the wine.”

While Erik went to retrieve a bottle and two glasses from another room in his lair, his mind was reeling nervously about. Yes, it would be good to get her a little tipsy. For he was aware, much too aware, that she was a virgin. And in his own virginal state, he knew that such mutual inexperience could render disaster upon their evening if not planned for accordingly. He had already obtained a lubricating ointment prepared for his wedding night with Christine which had remained unused. After locating the salve, he placed the jar on a tray along with the bottle and wine glasses. Then he thought to pour the wine into the glasses. Yet his hands were shaking so that he had spilled a small amount of the red wine onto the tray. Cursing himself for a fool, he wiped off the tray with his handkerchief.

He had to get a hold on himself! He, the Phantom of the Godforsaken Opera, was an absolute nervous wreck!

Hating all mirrors, he had few in his lair. Yet, he looked in one just the same, smoothing back his hair and straightening his mask. Then he shook his head in disgust. There was nothing that he could do to keep from looking insane and scary. Why did this creature want him? Why? He was starting to even halfway wish that she had never darkened his door because he was becoming so anxious.

But that poor girl had not darkened his door, he thought to himself. He had darkened hers! He had lassoed her down into his lair and had corrupted her flesh. He had no one to blame but himself for this mess. And now she was all confused and in physical distress. The least he could do was comfort her. And he knew that if she changed her mind at the last second, he would let her go, despite all of his threats to do otherwise.

With his new resolve, he returned to the bedroom and nearly dropped the tray and all of its contents. For there was Aurora Sorelli, lying back upon the bed in nothing but her undergarments with her hair loose and streaming about her shoulders, smiling softly like a bride on her wedding night.

“As eager as all that then?” he asked hoarsely, putting down the tray before there was a clumsy accident.

She blushed as she took the glass of wine that he offered her, still curled up on the bed.

Taking a sip, she grimaced a bit.

“It gets better as you keep drinking,” he said, encouraging her as he drained down his own glass with boorish haste in an attempt to settle himself.

“Yes, it does,” she agreed, sipping and swallowing the liquid a few more times.

“Well...” he began, his back turned to her, straining to think of something suave and debonair to say. But what did one say under such circumstances? What did he know about women? What did he know about anything besides music and murder and living like a mole rat deep underground?

Moving towards the tray, he was on the verge of pouring himself another glass of wine. Suddenly, he jumped out of his skin when he felt her arms closing about him. As quiet as a cat, she had risen from the bed and stood behind him to fold him in her embrace. Closing his eyes, he smelled those roses again. And he turned to face her and fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around her hips and burying his face into her stomach. Oh, she was the sweetest creature in the world!

“You’re as nervous as I am, aren’t you?” she asked in a quiet voice as she ran her hands through his hair.

“I am afraid so,” he admitted with self-disgust. “I hope you won’t be horribly disappointed in your phantom lover.”

“No,” she whispered. “I actually am much less afraid now, knowing I am not the only one.”

He looked up at her, unable to hide his dumbfounded admiration in his eyes.

With a sort of feminine confidence, she lifted her shift up over her head and pressed her naked breasts against his face. Following her lead, he began to kiss and suckle on those sensitive coral nipples, reveling in her sighs of burgeoning excitement. Only moments later, they were both in a state of intense heat all over again.

As Erik rose to his feet, Aurora pulled at his shirt insistently. He quickly discarded of the hated fabric and gave out a throaty moan when she licked at his nipples while running her fingers through his chest hair. She pulled at his breeches. Eagerly, he stripped until he was naked before her. Then she planted tiny kisses upon his erect manhood. A deep shudder unlike any he had ever known assailed him.

“No, Aurora,” he gasped, pulling away from her mouth. “If you do that, this night will end before it has truly begun.”

Leading her to the bed, Erik coaxed her onto her back as he continued to kiss her breasts and reached down between her legs. When he began to tease her clitoris, she came quickly and violently, thrilling him no end with her screams as she thrust against his hand repeatedly.

Barely able to function in his intense state of need, he hurriedly reached for the salve, applying a good amount to her vagina.

“This is to make it easier for you,” he explained when she looked at him with questioning eyes.

Erik rubbed the tip of his manhood against her. Slowly, he pressed down into her. As he had feared, she was already moaning in discomfort. When he was halfway inside, he forced himself to stop, even when her hot tight sheath was a taste of heaven itself. Steeling himself with determination, he somehow managed to stay in control a little longer, slipping his hand between their perspiring bodies and rubbing again at her pleasure nub with his finger. Pleasure joined with pain as she widened her thighs, clenching about him before relaxing her internal muscles. Unable to hold out much more, he thrust into her the rest of the way. He covered her mouth with his own, trying to kiss away her cries of pain.

“Just relax...relax...” he whispered, staying still and letting her adjust to him.

After a few moments, he began to thrust gently against her, still teasing her clitoris as much as he could. Oh, was there anything in the world better than this?

“Oh!” she cried out suddenly.

He stopped.

“Was that pain or pleasure?”

“Both,” she admitted. “But it gets better as we keep going…like the wine…oooh!” His fingers had coaxed another wave of sensation from her. And she thrust her hips up against him involuntarily.

That thrust of her hips caused him to lose any more semblance of control. He had no choice but to follow his own instincts and pleasure, quickening his pace as much as he could, trying not to hurt her anymore than he already had. He tried to rhythmically rub his lower body against her little nub to keep her aroused. Even with the mad rush of blood pounding in his ears, he could hear her guttural cries of pleasure as her muscles spasmed about him erratically. The reassurance that Aurora was no longer in as much pain allowed him to at last focus on his own feelings. And there was nothing but the rising pleasure radiating from his cock and her hungry tight womanhood sucking at his organ like a vampire. And he was lost…lost in a tidal wave of helpless pleasure that pounded at him until he exploded inside of her.

Exhausted from their bout of lovemaking, Aurora curled up beside his naked body like a satisfied cat. Closing his eyes, Erik had never felt so peaceful, as if he were floating. And as he listened to the sound of her soft breathing, he drifted off into a deep sleep, for once unblemished by nightmares.

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The dawn came much too soon for Erik.

Holding Aurora’s body against his own possessively, he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to keep her here as his wife, naked in his bedroom, for the rest of his life. Yet he knew he could not go back into that frame of mind again. If Christine Daae had taught him anything, she had taught him that.

He had to let Aurora go free.

“Sweet lady,” he whispered in her ear. “You must return home soon lest you be missed.”

Stirring out of her own sleep, Aurora blinked at him.

“How long have we slept?”

“Longer than we should have, I fear. I shall take you home in a carriage with Cesar. But first…”

He slipped his fingers down between her legs, exploring her soft wetness.

“No, Erik, please…I’m rather sore down there…”

“I won’t hurt you,” he soothed. “I shall be as gentle as a lamb. Just lie back and relax.”

Parting Aurora’s thighs and keeping her nether lips separate with his fingers, he licked and kissed and suckled at her until she came in his mouth loudly and sweetly. He was satisfied for his purpose was not only to pleasure her but to make her yearn for more. For he wanted her to come back to him willingly…again and again and again…
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