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Destiny Takes Time	By : GueritaSalome Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 19824 -:- 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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Chapter 32 – Renewed Bonds

Christine had just gotten Elaine to sleep in her cradle when she heard the soft knock at the door. When she opened it, she was beaming.

“How are you, darling? I hope I didn’t wait too long,” Erik began as she let him inside and closed the door.

“No, your timing is perfect. The baby just went to sleep.”

At the mention of his child, his already soft gaze became even sweeter.

“May I see her?” he asked.

“Of course, Erik. Here, she’s in her cradle.” She took his hand and led him across the room to where their daughter was lying asleep.

As he looked down at her, so flawless and angelic, a tender smile turned up the corners of his lips. He reached down to softly run a finger over her perfect, rosy cheek.

“She’s beautiful, like you,” he whispered.

Christine noticed a tear glistening in his eye as he spoke.

“Erik, you’re beautiful, too. I’ve always thought so.”

He glanced at her lovingly, though he didn’t say anything in response to her remark. She put her arms around him and squeezed tightly, her head against his shoulder.

“We’re going to be so happy together. Elaine is very lucky to have a papa like you who loves her so much.”

“I plan to do everything possible to ensure that both of you are taken care of; that I can promise you.”

His gaze was still fixed on his daughter. Christine relaxed her arms around him, and he bent down to kiss Elaine’s forehead. He could still scarcely believe that he’d been blessed with such a beautiful child. Christine rested her head against him again, and he turned his attention back to her.

“I have the ring if you would like for me to put it on you now,” he said warmly, a little embarrassed that he’d nearly forgotten what he’d come for.

“Oh, please do, Erik.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the ring. It was beautiful, shimmering in the dim light of the candles as he slid it on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

“It’s lovely,” she said, holding out her hand a bit to admire it.

At last, Christine felt like she really belonged to him. Finally, she was a whole woman again, now that the man she loved was with her and their child. Their wedding would soon reaffirm what she already knew to be the perfect union.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. The emotion in his face gave him an almost child-like look of innocence.

She placed her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.

“I’m yours now, Erik…all yours.”

Her hand wandered to his waist and slid down his hip, pulling him to her.

“I want you so much. Stay with me?” she asked, her eyes pleading him.

“Christine, I want to be with you; I really do…but I want us to be married. I made a mistake by taking you before when we weren’t husband and wife and…you suffered because of that. You deserve better than to be treated in such a manner.”

She considered this as she took his hand and led him to the bed, where they sat down and held each other for a long moment. How could she convince him that it didn’t matter?

“Erik, I don’t blame you for what happened, and I’m not sorry. We loved each other then just as we do now, and look what that love produced,” she said tenderly, motioning toward the cradle. “I have done nothing but think of you every day for the past year. What difference does it make if we’re formally wed or not?”

He placed his hand on her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips.

“I love you, Christine. Are you certain that this is what you want? You won’t feel used if we lie together?”

“I’m sure, Erik. Nothing is going to separate us ever again. I feel like I’m married to you already.”

Didn’t he also feel as though she were his wife? He made no protest as she pushed his coat from his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once his chest was bare, Christine gently pushed him back to lie on the bed. The affectionate way that she ran her fingers through the soft hair of his torso and placed kisses all over him made Erik feel as though he must have been dreaming. How did he get by without her affection all this time? He laced his fingers through her hair and let out a soft moan of contentment as her lips brushed against his belly just above his waist. By the time she unfastened his pants and pulled them from his body, his manhood was so swollen that it hurt. She was just about to take him into her mouth when his hands caught her shoulders.

“No…I have something else in mind,” he said.

She looked at him curiously, wondering why he would want to stop her. He had enjoyed it so much before when she had pleasured him with her mouth.

“Is something wrong, Erik?”

“No. Come here.”

She crawled up over him, only to be gently rolled onto her back.

“There, that’s better,” he said almost in a purr as he began lifting her gown over her head.

She trembled when he slowly began pulling her panties off, feeling warmth spread through her wherever his hands brushed against her skin. He settled himself between her legs and let his eyes move slowly over her body. She was still as thin as he remembered her, only now her breasts were slightly fuller and the skin below her belly button had several small lines where it had stretched beyond its normal capacity to accommodate his child.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, running his fingers softly over her belly.

She smiled at him in reply, shaking with anticipation. When he unexpectedly delved his tongue into her navel, she let out a soft moan and her hands went to his face in an affectionate caress. She loved how warm and smooth his left cheek felt and found herself wanting to rid him of the mask which prevented her from touching the other side.

“Erik, let me get this out of the way,” she said tenderly, running her fingers over the edge of the leather.

He lifted his head to allow it and closed his eyes. She slowly peeled away the mask and laid it on the bedside table.

“There, that’s better,” Christine said contentedly, now pressing her hands against both sides of her angel’s face.

Erik turned to kiss the palm of her hand and then stroked the insides of her thighs as he spread them a bit wider. The shower of kisses he began to spread downward over her tummy made her heart race. She nearly cried out when his finger brushed over her damp entrance and then teased the sensitive flesh just above it. He was pleased as she arched against his skillful hand, but then, instead of his fingers, she felt…

Oh God...his tongue.

Christine let out a soft sound that he was certain he’d never heard her make before. She lifted her hips to him as his mouth continued to tease and caress her. He lapped at her moist core and then softly began suckling the tender nub which brought her such delight.

“Oh, Erik!” she cried, when he started to make circles around her clit with his tongue.

He experimented with the pressure and pace of his caresses. It seemed that the gentler he was and the quicker he flicked his tongue over her, the more she would squirm and begin to moan and cry out.

Christine soon felt that her head would explode with the overload of ecstasy. It was a brand new sensation for her. She tried to hold still, but found that it wasn’t possible. Her head was tilted back, and she was rocking against the delightful heat of his mouth.

Erik enjoyed hearing her say his name, each time a bit more passionately as his sense of what she wanted became ever keener. She looked down at him and her eyes met his peeking up at her from between her thighs, his lips still locked in place over the source of her growing pleasure. It was all she could take. Erik had to hold on as she bucked against him harder than ever and began to cry out in a soft, high-pitched moan that let him know she had reached the pinnacle of delight.

“Erik…oh!” She was now trying desperately to squirm away from him.

Though he didn’t want to, he released her and began kissing his way up her body, sliding himself against her as he went. When he reached her lips, her hand automatically went for his manhood as they kissed deeply. Erik, overcome with passion, moaned into her mouth.

“I want to be inside of you, Christine.”

“My love…if you make me wait any longer, I shall go mad,” she whispered, her head nestled against his neck.

That was all he needed. She had already positioned him, ready for him to be joined with her. With one hand on top of her head and the other resting on her hip, Erik thrust himself into her with such force that she gasped and her eyes widened. She was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, and her muscles were tight around him.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, afraid that he’d been too rough.

“No, Erik. You feel amazing. Please, don’t stop,” she cried, running a hand through the smooth black hair of his wig.

He obliged and lifted one of her legs around his waist, allowing him deeper penetration. She let out a little cry as he pulled himself almost all the way out and slid back in just as hard as he had the first time. Her hand ran down his strong back to grip a smooth, firm buttock, and Erik let out a low, sensual groan. After all this time, she wanted him, needed him, in the sweetest way. He could scarcely believe after having been deprived of her affection for so long, that she was here making love to him. The warmth of her body gripping him so tightly was a pleasure that Erik reveled in, but the way that she was looking at him with such need and love touched him to the very core of his being. He didn’t want this to be over quickly and slowed his pace slightly, though his thrusts were still deep and strong.

“I love you, Erik,” she managed to say between gasps.

“Oh my darling, darling Christine…” he whispered in her ear. “You are everything to me.”

She placed both arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, enjoying the feel of him pouring every bit of his emotion into each thrust and each subtle caress. He intentionally prolonged their pleasure as long as he could before her second climax began to wash over her. When he felt the telltale quiver start to run through his mate’s body, he at last quickened his thrusts once more, wanting to push her over the edge. It was only a brief moment before she was whimpering and shuddering beneath him. Erik was rapidly brought to the height of his own ecstasy before…

“What are you doing?” Christine asked as he suddenly left her empty.

She had been looking forward to the feel of him spilling his seed inside of her and wondered why he would want to deny them both that pleasure. Her expression was one of shock and hurt as she looked up at him. She thought she saw a hint of guilt in his face as he leaned over toward her night table, holding himself and reaching for a nearby handkerchief.

“Erik? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Christine.”

“Why did you pull away from me?”

“It doesn’t matter, darling. Please, don’t worry yourself unnecessarily. Everything is fine. Making love to you again was amazing,” he reassured her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

She didn’t try to question him further, but could not help wondering what was going through his mind.

He calmly cleaned himself and got up to wash his hands. Christine admired his naked form, but at the same time, she felt like crying. He pulled on his pants and lay down in the bed beside her to hold her close to him under the covers. Whatever it was that had caused him to act so strangely could wait until another time to be discussed. As long as he was there with her, it was enough.

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Author's note: For all of you who are getting concerned that I am not going to finish this story, I just wanted to let you know that you can rest easy. I am working on more, but just haven't gotten the chance to finish enough to post. Real life has been crazy, but it should get better pretty soon, and then I will give you another chapter. Thanks for the reviews and kind comments. I read all of them. ;)

Love,
Salomé
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