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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 39

Erik had broken into Marianne’s room at least two hours earlier and had been waiting for her ever since. At first, thinking it wouldn’t be long before she would retire to her chambers, he had sat in the armchair by her bed but hearing the music and the commotion of the crowd that had gathered for the happy occasion, he had realized his wait would be a long one.

He had subsequently walked out on the balcony and had sat in the shadows there, waiting for the party to end so that the hostess would retire. He had chosen this spot because this way he was able to peer at the guests as they left the estate, the long line of carriages waiting for the Rouen elite becoming shorter as time passed.

For a second the thought that Olivier would join Marianne as she retired to her bedroom terrified him. Not because he was afraid of being found out by the Baron of course; he could easily rid himself of the man if the opportunity presented itself. What he couldn’t accept was the idea that Marianne and Olivier would share the same bed. The image of his beloved giving herself to another man came unbidden to him and he gritted his teeth at the possibility.

It couldn’t be! Marianne was his and his alone! She would never betray him with another man… would she? The fact that she was betrothed to the Baron didn’t even occur to him as rage consumed him and he vowed to just gut that smug man if he attempted to take any liberties with his Marianne this or any other night for that matter.

His fury did not diminish even when he saw Olivier Dervaux exit the mansion, waiting for his carriage to pick him up with Marianne – Erik’s Marianne- by his side. As soon as the driver dismounted to open his master’s door to the waiting vehicle, Olivier pulled Marianne in a tight embrace. Erik couldn’t take his eyes from the couple as the object of his affection pulled back and the Baron persisted, leaning in to press his lips to Marianne’s.

A hot, blinding wave of jealousy washed over him as Erik tried to control himself and not scream at the pain that seared his heart. Instead, he stepped back into the shadows and waited for Marianne to retire for the night. Suddenly compassion was the furthest thing from his mind.

Marianne walked up the stairs after Olivier’s departure. She needed to be alone. It had been a tiring day for her, the reality of her situation now that her engagement to the Baron Dervaux was finally official. On her way to the stairs she passed Louise who was helping the rest of the servants in collecting the glasses, plates and cutlery; the sole remnants that bore witness to the festivities of the night. The young maid had offered to help Marianne divest of her clothing and get ready for the night, but Marianne had dismissed the girl, replying that she would be fine and that she would retire to her chambers.

As she ascended the stairs, a vague memory of a night not too long ago came unbidden to her. Erik carrying her up the stairs as they passionately made their way to her bedroom. It had been the first time they had made love, the first time she had seen his beloved face, the first time she had told him she loved him, the first time he had admitted he reciprocated her feelings. She smiled to herself thinking how foolish she had been back then.

After that first night she had spent in his arms she had been certain she had found the answer to all of her prayers in him. She had thought nothing could ever separate them. No one could come between two people who loved each-other; wasn’t that what love was all about? Finding the person who makes you whole and holding on to them through thick and thin? Nothing could separate two people who truly loved one-another; nothing but their love for each other… Yes, love was about caring and honesty and sharing and… sacrifice.

In the end her love for Erik had driven her into the arms of a madman who had used her love to forever separate her from her soul-mate. While Olivier’s previous attempts to persuade her into a marriage between them had proven futile, threatening to have Erik imprisoned, and subsequently hanged, had worked wonders with her. Many a time since the night Olivier had made his ludicrous demands on her she had contemplated on confiding to Erik, but Olivier had always managed to terrorize her into silence. After this night, she knew she was doomed to finally succumb to his will, the last words of her fiancé still ringing in her ears.

She shivered as she thought of the impertinent way she had talked back to him when he had tried to kiss her goodnight. She had tried to pull away from him but he persisted, holding her in place while he casually leaned in to touch his lips to hers. As soon as the pressure had diminished, she had snapped her head back, ready to lash out at him for taking such liberties with her. He had patted her cheek playfully, granting her a toothy grin as he spoke.

“You know, I would never have expected Corine had such an abhorrent taste in men. To think that monster not only had the gall to attend our engagement party but also managed to find an escort is beyond me!” he had scoffed.

“What do you mean?” she had ventured. “I through Erik came to the party merely as Corine’s escort…”

“Come now my pet. Did you think for a moment I would miss the chance of watching you swoon for that monster on our engagement? I was so curious to see if he would find the courage to attend…”

“You …. You are sick!” she had whispered with a baited breath, realizing this was only a game to him, setting the stage as if Erik and herself were mere puppets that would act for his enjoyment.

“Actually my pet, it is you who are sick but fear not, I intend to cure you of all your delusions concerning that fiend you are so fond of. In fact, I am very happy with the way things are evolving. Although I was deprived of turning the Phantom in on such a happy occasion, I have to admit it was quite enjoyable watching you pine over a man who didn’t waste any time in finding your replacement. Pity though… I would have loved to run him through had he attempted to sweep you away tonight.” Still smiling pleasantly, Olivier had boarded his carriage, bidding her goodnight and pleasant dreams.

How could she dream when her life had turned into a waking nightmare? She had no one to turn to anymore. Her childhood friend had turned out to be a monster. Her aunt was ecstatic she had finally listened to reason and accepted Olivier’s hand in marriage. Raoul was so happy for the union of his friend to his dear cousin, he had sent word that he and his wife would visit Rouen a week prior to the wedding to attend the couple with any last-minute preparations that needed to be made. And Erik… oh Erik was already moving on with his life.

She heaved a heavy sigh as she turned the doorknob to her bedchamber. The room was dark but she didn’t feel like lighting any candles tonight. Shutting the door behind her she closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. A sob escaped her lips and she leaned her back against the wooden surface as she whispered into the lonely darkness. “Why?”

Suddenly a deep voice rang out in the stillness of the room and Marianne jumped at the sound. “Long night Mademoiselle?”

Petrified, she turned to the direction of the voice and found herself staring at Erik’s lithe form as he advanced on her in the darkness. He looked like a predator who had cornered his prey and appeared to be fascinated at her uneasiness as he approached and came to a standstill before her.

For a second she panicked, thinking that surely someone had seen him enter her room and that Olivier would find out, having him arrested for his audacity. However, taking in the calm way in which he regarded her, she realized that he must have sneaked in earlier unseen by any of the guests or servants. She moved to walk away from him but his hand lashed out catching her wrist in a smooth motion, holding her firmly in place.

“How come the Baron is not spending the night? Is he determined to have you remain celibate until your wedding night?” At his ironic comment she tried to pull her hand free from his grasp, but Erik held her in place, taking a step closer to her before he spoke again. “Don’t you think he will be disappointed once he finds you are no longer a virgin my dear?”

Her face was drained of all color at his spiteful words and her free hand caught him off-guard when she slapped him with everything she had in her. She saw his eyes harden and his jaw clench as he gritted his teeth to refrain from striking her in return. Without flinching in view of his anger, Marianne tried to break free from his grasp again but he wouldn’t let go.

“Get away from me!” she hissed, all the while fighting to pull her hand from his tenacious grip.

Without speaking a word, he snatched his arm and caught her free wrist in his other hand, now holding onto her in an almost painful grip, refusing to let go.

“Get out!” she said in a louder voice, panic setting in. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with your precious Corine?” she demanded, jealousy lacing her voice.

“What is the matter my dear? You deem yourself free to marry another man but when I escort a woman to your engagement party I am guilty of betrayal?” he countered sarcastically.

“I don’t care what you do or who you do it with! Don’t flatter yourself!” she argued. “I merely don’t appreciate you breaking into my room in the middle of the night to offend me!”

Her words seemed to flair his temper further and he took a few steps forward, forcing her to step back, finally coming to a halt with her back against the cool wall behind her. Her eyes desperately tried to find an escape but she found it would be impossible to run away from him since Erik had set his mind on finally facing her down.

“Don’t be a hypocrite Marianne, I was only speaking the truth after all.” he scoffed, finally letting go of her hands but still towering over her as she was pinned against the wall.

“You speak your truth, I will speak mine! You have no right to stand here and judge me. You didn’t lose any time, did you Erik? You immediately found my replacement less than two weeks following to our break up.”

“Are you daft woman? How can you possibly think I have replaced you with Corine Souris? That woman means nothing to me!” he almost shouted.

“And yet you asked her to escort you to a social event! She can’t warm your heart but she manages to warm your bed? How convenient for you Erik!” she cried, knowing how irrational she was being.

“I never touched Corine Souris and I never intend to Marianne.” he informed her in a soothing voice. “I will admit her bland company for the night was well-reimbursed by your jealousy though.” he continued with a smile.

“Who said anything about me being jealous?” she replied harshly, trying to break the spell she felt engulf her at his words.

“Oh, but you are quite plainly jealous my sweet and I can’t help but wonder why you are being so possessive when you have betrothed yourself to another. Why did you do it Marianne? How did Olivier Dervaux convince you to marry him?” he whispered, leaning his head so that his lips almost brushed against hers.

“I will not engage in yet another argument with you Erik. You need to leave…” she tried to reason with him.

Erik said nothing. He simply raised his hands putting them on either side of her face, lessening the distance between them even more.

“Go Erik. That’s enough!” she cried in a panic stricken voice.

“Why are you throwing this away Marianne? I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked in a broken voice.

“Because no matter how hard I try, I cannot stop thinking about you. I love you Marianne.”

“Erik … please…” she whispered.

“Were you just toying with me?”

“Erik… I…”

“How can you go through with it Marianne? How can you bind your life with his for the rest of your life when you still love me?” He buried his face in her hair inhaling her intoxicating scent and touched his lips to the side of her neck. “Your lips may lie but your body tells me the truth my sweet. I know you still yearn for my touch…” he whispered seductively in her ear.

“You won’t be able to do it Marianne. You used to despise him for the way he patronized you.”

At his mention of Olivier, Marianne felt the spell she was under break. Suddenly she was frantic to drive Erik as far away from her as possible, to save him from the Baron’s madness. She raised her hands and pushed on his chest, trying to put some distance between them.

“Erik, you need to leave right now! You don’t know what he would do to you if he ever found out about this.” she begged him.

“I will take my chances with the Baron.”

“Erik no! He is never going to leave you in peace…” while she spoke, she had managed to escape him, walking over to the door and opening it to let him out.

Enraged at the fear he saw burning in her eyes, Erik marched over to where she was standing and angrily slammed the door shut once again. He then calmly locked it and took the key in his hand. Immediately, Marianne tried to snatch it from his grasp but he held onto it firmly in his palm, not letting go. They wrestled like that for a while and, finally realizing he wouldn’t let her snatch the key from his grasp, Marianne stopped fighting and tried to reason with him again.

“Erik, you have to go! You don’t know what he’s capable of doing if he finds you here!”

“How can you marry a man you fear Marianne?” he demanded from her.

“Stop it! Stop torturing me like this!” she cried frantically.

“I am torturing you? What a joke!” he sneered, grabbing her wrists again and pinning her to the wall. “Have you given yourself to him?” he demanded, his anger taking over once more.

“Erik, please!” she begged him but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He caught both of her wrists in one hand pinning them above her head and trailed his other palm over the side of her face reverently. “Has he ever touched you like this?” he asked, letting his hand fall to her breast, cupping the supple flesh over her clothes.

“Erik… I … I’m begging you…” she murmured, trying to fight the ecstasy that washed over her at his touch.

“What is it my love? Do you want me to stop or continue?” he teased her, his lips brushing against hers. Not waiting for an answer from her, he finally took her lips in a soaring kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and he tasted her sweetness, losing himself in her taste. He couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief when he felt her respond to his kiss, her tongue meeting his despite her moans of protest. His hand let go of her wrists and he buried his fingers in her hair, freeing them from the pins which held them in place. Pulling her further into his embrace, his mouth broke free from hers, trailing a path of kisses to her neck and back, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and gnawing on the soft flesh hungrily.

As he feasted on the sweet nectar of her lips, his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her body flush against his, his hips undulating suggestively, mimicking the motions of his tongue as he once again invaded her mouth. He felt her respond fully to his wanton touch, sucking as hard as she could on his tongue.

“Do you think of me?” he asked her all of a sudden, his hands still touching her intimately as her breath was stolen from her. “Do you dream of our nights together?” he continued, avoiding her lips when she tried to kiss him again. “How can you respond to my touch with such ferocious passion when you claim you don’t love me Marianne?” he enquired, sealing her mouth with his once more in a deep, soulful kiss.

Dizzy from the sensations which engulfed her, Marianne couldn’t respond. She merely lost herself in the feeling and let her heart soar free. She felt a familiar ache burn in her loins as the heavy fabric of her skirt was bunched in Erik’s long fingers. She felt him hold the material aside and brush her outer thighs with the back of his calloused fingers. The familiar sensation sent a pool of wetness to gather in the juncture of her thighs and she gasped as she felt his hand explore her lower body. Soon, his fingers were brushing along the thin material of her pantalets over her womanhood and Marianne couldn’t hold back the groan that tumbled from her lips at his ministrations.

He couldn’t have enough of her sweet moans as she abandoned her defenses, urging him to keep pleasuring her with her soft gasps of ecstasy. His mouth trailed to her neck, suckling on the pale flesh hungrily as his fingers increased the pressure through the silk material of her underwear, and he rubbed his fingertips on the crack of her opening.

“Tell me what I need to hear Marianne. Tell me he has never touched you like this.” Marianne didn’t say anything as he searched her eyes.

Suddenly, just as her breathing grew heavier, he ceased his ministrations altogether, letting her skirt fall back into place and parting himself from her completely. A frustrated moan issued forth from her swollen lips and her eyes locked with his, agony lacing her gaze.

“I can’t stop thinking about you Marianne! I can’t stop thinking of you in his arms, writhing beneath his touch and the thought is enough to drive me crazy! Please sedate my mad jealousy Marianne! Please tell me you are mine and mine alone!”

She stared at him, knowing her silence was enough to convict her in his mind, but unable to tell him what he so longed to hear. Seeing the resolve in her eyes, he felt his rage engulf him again.

“You are nothing but a harlot for responding to my touch like this when you are engaged to another man!” he yelled in her face. He saw her snap her head back as if he had slapped her.

“Leave then Erik! What more do you want from me?” she cried in agony.

“Although you are a cheap whore I still want you, the lovesick fool that I am…” he whispered, more to himself than to her. “I love you and despise you at the same time! I can’t bear the thought of you in his arms but I can’t bear the thought of losing you either…” he trailed off brokenly.

“Please Erik… leave!” she begged him, tears welling in her eyes as she saw the pain she was putting him through.

Instead of appealing to his pity though, her pleas had the contrary effect. His eyes hardened as he regarded her and his hands snatched her wrists again in a vice grip. “I will leave when I so choose it! Since you were able to forget me so easily and since you body responds so wantonly to my touch, I will take what is mine tonight!” he sneered, dragging her forcefully towards the bed.

“No!” she screamed, trying to break free from his grip.

“You owe me this night Marianne. One night to bid my farewell to you.” he scorned her.

“No Erik! It would kill me!” she begged him.

“My heart is already dead and you killed it Marianne!” he screamed desperately, his hands taking hold of the top of her gown and tearing it open easily.

“Don’t do this!” she pleaded with him but to no avail. He viciously threw her on the bed and was over her straddling her hips in one fluid motion.

Suddenly panic flooded her, realizing there was no way for her to prevent this. She knew she couldn’t possibly stand it if Erik were to ravage her body in his jealous rage and tried once more to reason with him. “Please Erik! Don’t do this! Erik, NO! I’m going to scream!”

Instead of letting go of her though, Erik laughed in her face at the empty threat. “Do it then! Go ahead! Scream for someone to come to your rescue!”

“Erik please!” she cried, the tears she was trying to hold back finally cascading down her cheeks.

“Scream Marianne!” he roared. “Yell for help!” All she could do was sob in response as his hands traveled to her waist, shredding the fabric of her skirt to pieces. “You won’t scream my love, you know why? Because you love me no matter what you say, and would never do anything to hurt me!”

The sobs wracked her body as he divested of the gown’s skirt and his hands traveled back to her top, tearing the fabric free from her body. Suddenly his hands froze when he noticed the bruises on her arms. Feeling the pressure lift from her torso Marianne opened her eyes, looking at Erik as he took in the nasty marks in horror.

“Did he do this to you?” he demanded in a hollow voice.

“Erik please…” she started but his deep, booming voice interrupted her.

“Did he hurt you?” he demanded again, but Marianne couldn’t take it anymore and started crying openly. “Why?” he yelled, taking hold of her wrists and shaking her frantically. “Answer me!” he raged but was cut short by her pained voice.

“Erik… you’re hurting me!” she whined.

At her words he ceased his movements altogether, letting go of her wrists and hugging her frail form to him tightly. “Why Marianne? Why?” His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears as well. “Did he try to force himself on you? Is that it?” He parted himself from her, searching her eyes frantically.

For a moment Marianne considered telling him the truth, but then was reminded of Olivier’s devious scheming. He had threatened to have Erik arrested, casually informing her he had looked forward to a misstep from her lover on their engagement night to have him ran through. Her blood froze in her veins as she thought back to Erik’s lifeless body as he lay helpless when Raoul’s blade had pierced him so near the heart. Her decision already made, she set her shoulders obstinately and fixed her gaze on Erik’s as she spoke. “I wanted him to ravage my body Erik!” she cried hysterically, watching his eyes as they became two embers of green fire in the darkness.

“YOU. ARE. A. WHORE!” he screamed in her face and roughly turned her under him so he could untie the laces which held her corset in place. When she felt his hands part the tight bodice, she screamed pathetically but his hand quickly clamped over her mouth, muffling her protests effectively. Desperate now, she bit on his palm painfully but he wouldn’t let go of her still. When he had finally freed her of the offending garment, he turned her again in his arms so that now she was lying beneath him once more. Still fully dressed himself, he held both of her wrists in one hand as he raised his other one to his collar, untying his cravat swiftly and using the silky material to tie her joined wrists on the bed’s rails over her head.

“If you wish to be treated like a whore, I shall oblige you accordingly!” he raged as he took off his jacket, tossing it to the side of the bed to rest on a heap over her own shredded gown.

She tried to fight him when he lowered his body over her’s, twisting and turning in his arms, but he held on to her waist in a vice and kept her pinned in place as he pressed a fierce kiss on her lips. This was nothing like the kiss they had shared earlier. She felt like he had poured all of the venom he had in that kiss, punishing her for her deceit. Regardless of his motives though, Marianne felt her body respond to his proximity and returned his kiss fervently. His mouth left hers and he descended on her body, touching his lips on every expanse of skin he could find.

He felt like a man possessed, desperate to quench this unearthly desire he felt consume him whenever he was close to her. He was still fully dressed while Marianne was only wearing her chemise and pantalets, but he wanted to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, to lose himself in her for he knew this would be the last time for them.

His lips touched the hollow of her neck, lingering there as his tongue laved over the spot. Ever so softly, his teeth grazed her skin and he nipped on the flesh for a few seconds before he descended further south. Once his eyes met with the edge of her chemise, his hand came up to trail the outline of the gauzy material with his fingers. His lips followed suit raining feathery kisses on the path his fingers had touched. Marianne writhed beneath him, trying to twist and turn to escape his scorching touch. His eyes shot up from her chest and met her gaze evenly.

“You will succumb to me before the night is over Marianne.” he murmured. “You will beg for my touch when I’m through with you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at the promise his deep voice held. When he lowered his head and his lips touched one of her nipples over her chemise, she knew she was done fore. His tongue moistened the light fabric and he alternated between suckling on the peak and then running the flat of his tongue over the pebbled flesh.

Her head leaned back and her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at his ministrations. His mouth was driving her wild. She knew she would not be able to take much more of this before she would indeed be begging him to end this sweet torture.

She felt one of his hands bunch up the material of her chemise in his fingers, much as he had done earlier with her gown and she held her breath in anticipation as he traced the edge of her pantalets near her waist. Ever so slowly he pulled on the ribbons that held the garment together until its fastenings gave way and the fabric fell limply on her belly. His warm fingers traveled across the waistline gently and dipped beneath the fabric, edging towards her pulsing centre. He ran his digits through her soft curls almost reverently and stopped millimeters before he reached her folds.

“Look at me Marianne.” he ordered her, but she couldn’t gather the strength to open her eyes, seemingly drugged by the sweet pleasure that consumed her senses. He raked his fingers through her damp curls again, inching even closer to her wetness. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, tantalizing her but when she opened her mouth to invite his tongue inside her sweet cavern he pulled away again. She moaned in protest, trying to catch his lips with hers again but he silently refused to give her what she needed.

“Open your eyes Marianne!” he ordered her again, this time with more conviction. Her eyelids fluttered for a second and then hazel met green as his eyes locked with hers. He let her suffer for a little while longer before he started moving his hand between her slightly parted thighs once more. One long, thick digit entered her hot canal while his thumb began tracing circles on the small bundle of nerves, granting her what she needed.

Her body shuddered in his embrace and she almost closed her eyes but, remembering his order, she held his gaze with her own. She felt a hot flush wash over her at the waves of pleasure his touch erupted in her and was sure she would reach her plateau soon. He joined another finger in her womanhood and her muscles tightened around his fingers with her impeding orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long shuddering moan as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

“Does he satisfy you like this Marianne?” she heard Erik rasp and felt him increase his tempo. She couldn’t answer him, she was mesmerized by the pleasure she was experiencing after so many days when her heart would break each and every waking moment. “Speak to me Marianne. Tell me! Is his touch as thrilling as that of a monster?”

“I … only you…” was all she could muster before her orgasm claimed her, violent spasms wracking her body. He rode the waves of ecstasy with her, pumping his fingers inside of her, his thumb still rubbing her clitoris in lazy circles. A few moments went by and his fingers on her raw flesh started feeling unpleasant to her. “Erik…” she tried to stop him, a few infrequent spasms still running through her body every now and then.

“What is it ladylove? Tired already?” he teased her, removing his fingers from her womanhood to let both of his hands wander over her still covered body. “Would you like me to finish undressing you before we continue?” he asked casually, his fingers trailing lazy circles over her nipples.

“My hands…” she protested uneasily, feeling the muscles around her shoulders tense.

He casually dismissed her shaking his head, his hands never leaving her breasts as he spoke. “You will remain like this until I so choose to free you.”

Before she could protest, he leaned in to take one of her nipples in his mouth over the gauzy material. He grazed his teeth over the nub, suckling on the taut flesh forcefully, igniting heat to gather at the juncture of her thighs once more. Marianne whimpered at his ministrations, unable to resist the sensations that were washing over her. Erik smiled to himself as he felt her surrender to his touch and increased the pressure of his mouth on her nipple. One of his hands traveled back to her womanhood and he dipped a couple of his fingers in her wetness easily.

Marianne pulled on her binds but to no avail. She knew there was no point in trying to escape her inevitable fate, especially when Erik appeared to be set on having his way with her, but the thought of him joining his flesh with hers in fury was unbearable to her. Realizing the silk cravat that held her in place wouldn’t give, she tried again to reason with him.

“The lady doth protest too much methinks.” he chuckled as his fingers wandered back to her torso, bunching the material of her chemise in his now free hands. Marianne squirmed under his weight as he ceased his ministrations and sighed in relief when she saw him crease his eyebrows as he realized the task of disrobing her with her hands tied would prove challenging. For a moment she thought he would set her free but a shudder ran through her when she saw determination gleam in his eyes as he violently tore the fabric in his hands in one smooth motion. Her pantalets followed suit as he shifted his weight, taking the silk material in his hands and drawing it down her legs, disrobing her completely.

“Don’t…” came her desperate plea but Erik was no longer listening to her half-hearted protests. He simply leaned over her, staring at the glorious image before him. He took in her eyes which had darkened with passion, the delicate slope of her neck, the rise and fall of her full breasts and finally let his eyes wander over her helpless form as she lay beneath him trying to appear infuriated at the liberties he was taking with her.

“I’m looking through you love. I know you want this just as much as I.” he breathed before touching his lips hungrily to the pale column of her neck. “Before the night is over you will be begging me to join my flesh with yours.” he mocked her, gently sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her neck. His actions elicited a tortured moan from Marianne’s lips and she arched her back wantonly, instinctively trying to eradicate the distance between their bodies. “Your lips may lie but your body tells me the truth my love. You want me. You need me. You yearn for the monster you so easily abandoned for another man’s sake.”

“Erik… I…” she tried to put an end to his scornful remarks but was cut short when he claimed her lips. His tongue plunged in her mouth and joined hers in a scorching kiss. Marianne couldn’t resist letting him ravage her mouth with his, feeling like her soul had finally found its other half again after wandering in utter darkness after so many weeks away from the man who had become her life’s light. She sighed in relief when his fingers touched her face in an almost reverent manner, tracing the line of her jaw as he ravaged her mouth.

“Please…” she whimpered, unable to fight the torrent of feelings that were raging inside of her any longer. “Please Erik…” she sighed again, trying to capture his lips with hers once more when he raised his head and studied her features as she writhed beneath him.

“What do you want Marianne? Do you want me to continue or cease my actions?” For a few moments he regarded her curiously as she averted her gaze from his and tried to hide the passion which consumed her. He would have none of that however. He took her chin between his fingers and raised her head so that he could fully inspect her luminous eyes. Still though, Marianne tried to hide from him. She silently refused to meet his gaze with her own, avoiding answering him. “Tell me what you want Marianne.” he demanded from her, rolling his hips against her centre temptingly, increasing her frustration to even greater heights.

She shook her head in the negative, not trusting her voice anymore. The feelings Erik’s proximity was stirring inside of her threatened to consume her whole if she were to give into her traitorous heart that wouldn’t stop beating furiously as the man she loved more than anything leaned over her again bringing his lips impossibly close to hers, closing the distance between them in an instant. Without giving her what she most wanted at the moment though, Erik opted for letting his lips graze against her swollen ones, breathing hard as he tried to rein control over his senses once more.

“You are so soft…” he whispered against her lips as if he were talking to himself. “I had almost forgotten how good it feels to hold you in my arms.” he trailed off, running one of his fingers over the contour of her neck, letting it trace a path from her jaw to her bosom. He followed the long digit with his eyes in an almost hypnotized state as he ever so slowly let it slip past her neckline and touched the rosy tip of one of her breasts. She gasped at the contact and imperceptibly gyrated her hips, desperate for some type of release from the sweet torment he was putting her through. “Do you wish me to desist?” he asked mockingly, lifting his hand from her torso momentarily.

“Erik… Please!” she cried in frustration at the torturous sensation of his hand hovering mere millimeters over her taught flesh.

“Please what ladylove?” he insisted, mocking her with his cold voice. He lowered his head again, darting his tongue out for a split second and the rosy peak which up until then had been subject to ministrations from his hands. When a distressed moan escaped her lips he raised his head again and smiled mischievously before parting himself completely from her. “Should I stop?” he asked again, his voice laced with cruel sarcasm this time.

“We mustn’t! He will find out and make both of our lives a living hell! Don’t you see?” she cried out desperately.

“What are you talking about Marianne? This is between you and me!” he all but screamed in her face, disentangling himself from her completely and coming to kneel between her partially parted legs. Suddenly aware of her nudity, Marianne tried to cover herself the only way she could. Her hands were still tied above her head and she could do next to nothing to conceal her breasts, but she tried to raise her legs somewhat to at least regain some form of dignity.

His hands on her knees immediately ceased her pitiful attempts at modesty as he held onto her flesh firmly, not allowing her to shy away from him. “You have hidden from me long enough Marianne. It’s time we stop playing games, don’t you think?”

“You’re a fine one to talk!” she cried out in agony. “You have broken into my room, tied me to a bed despite my will and are toying with me regardless of how many times I have told you I wish you to stop!”

“Your lips are lying my dear; you and I both know that well. You may have betrothed yourself to that bloody fool, but you can’t convince me for a moment that you actually have feelings for him!” he growled dangerously.

“It is none of your business what I choose to do with my life!” she cried in agony, yanking her hands to free them from their bonds.

“I would rather see you dead before I let you marry that idiot you have chosen for a husband Marianne!” he roared, lowering himself over her once more. Suddenly his hands flew to either side of her face and in mere seconds he had a deadly grip on her head, touching his forehead to hers witlessly. “He will never have you for his wife! I don’t know how he managed to convince you to marry him but I shall never let it happen, do you hear?” he hissed between clenched teeth.

“You are mine Marianne! Your body yearns for me even as you cower from me in fear. Your eyes can’t lie when you bestow furtive glances upon me. Why are you so inclined to doom yourself to a loveless existence Marianne? WHY?” he demanded, letting go of her and letting her frail form fall back into the mattress beneath them.

“Leave me be!” she begged him, finally relinquishing control of her emotions and letting her tears roll down her cheeks.

“Why are you doing this Marianne? You love me, I know you do; I can feel it. Why must you hurt us both in this foolish manner?” he pleaded for an answer again.

“LEAVE!” she screamed desperately.

“Speak to me! Tell me what is going on!” he retorted in the same tone, denying her the peace she so yearned for.

“There is nothing going on! I have told you before and I’ll say it once more. I don’t love you. I never loved you! It was all just a foolish game that you took too seriously for my taste.”

For a moment, Erik thought he could surely kill her. Perhaps if he wrapped his fingers around her delicate pretty neck and squeezed until she could no longer breathe and then run a dagger through his foolish heart he would be able to free himself of this hell his life had become as of late. He could no longer bear the pain that seared him every time his thoughts drifted back to her, every time he laid his eyes upon her beloved face, every time he entertained thoughts of her supple body writhing in his arms as she shuddered in ecstasy in response to his caresses.

His fingers clenched her shoulders in a painful grip and he tried to regain control of his murky senses. This situation was slowly driving him insane. Insane with jealousy and yearning for the woman who had stolen his heart only to deny his affection cruelly; the woman who could never be his as long as she insisted on going on with this madness.

Suddenly he didn’t care anymore. He needed to feel her body against his, to ravage her flesh in an effort to quench his insatiable desire for the woman laying beneath him. His mouth locked with hers in a bruising kiss and his hands let go of her shoulders, traveling to her midriff and then over her arms where they were joined above her head. He bit harshly on her lips and was happily surprised when he felt her respond to his hunger for her.

Her tongue mingled with his own as they both fought to gain control of the kiss, neither surrendering to the passion of the other. Marianne hadn’t counted on Erik’s vantage point though and realized she was done for as his hands roamed back to her torso, running over her breasts and pinching the hardened peaks between his fingers.

His mouth left hers and she whimpered in protest when he disentangled himself from her momentarily but sighed in relief as she felt him cover her body with his once more, trailing a wet path of nips and kisses down her torso towards her navel. Once he reached the spot he dipped his tongue playfully in her bellybutton and then grazed his teeth softly over the sensitive flesh. She yelped in surprise when she felt his teeth nip at the soft flesh and he descended further south, occasionally biting her skin and then laving his tongue over it to soothe the pain.

Disoriented by the new emotions he was waking in her with his ministrations, Marianne had to strangle a yelp of protest when she felt his hands applying pressure on her inner thighs, a silent command for her to part her legs further to accommodate him. His hand then traveled to her womanhood, parting her nether lips gently, to bathe his digits in her moisture. Marianne gasped as he entered first one, then two fingers in her love canal and started pumping them inside of her. He pressed his lips to her womanhood, darting his tongue out to gather the moisture that was gushing out of her. Marianne thought she would faint when he took her clitoris between his lips and started sucking furiously on the small bundle of nerves.

She was lost in sensation when he suddenly parted himself from her and his arms encircled her rear, urging her to turn around in his embrace. As soon as she felt the gentle pressure on her waist as he tried to work around her bound hands, she started protesting vehemently but to no avail. Before she had fully realized what was happening, Erik had her on her knees before him with her hands uncomfortably joined before her, leaning on the bed frame for support as she tried to keep her balance and cling at least to some of her dignity.

She had not fully established what he had in mind when Erik’s hands raked over her back and softly stroked the creamy expanse of skin that lay before his hungry gaze. She opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was a heavy sigh as she felt his arms snake around her, his hands running over her body possessively.

“Mine…” he hissed in her ear, all the while kneading the soft flesh of her breasts with his fingers. He gyrated his hips against her rear suggestively and then trailed one of his hands from her bosom to her waist and slowly back to her womanhood. The sensation of this rock-hard cock against her sensitive flesh drover her insane with lust and she undulated her hips against his hardness, unable to control herself any longer.

He was kneeling behind her, pulling her torso flush against his so that finally he was pressing her body against the bed frame in front of her, grinding his hips against her rear wantonly. Marianne gasped at his lecherous actions, trying to shake her body free from his grasp but to no avail. The grip he had on her was tenacious and she couldn’t possibly escape him against his will. In fact, the more she wiggled around in his arms, the tighter his hands held on to her body, keeping her firmly in place. His fingers parted her nether lips again and started massaging her bud of pleasure in repeated circles, sending jolts of electricity through her traitorous body. Soon, she was moaning uncontrollably and moving in tandem to the thrusts of his fingers within her.

Erik was still dressed and the sensation of his clothes against her bare skin was almost too much to bear. She could hear the rustle of his crisp white shirt as he continued his ministrations and at the same time pistoned his hips against her lower back, increasing the torturous pleasure she felt consume her. She could feel her climax descend upon her and the muscles of her vagina clenched of their own volition around his fingers as she found herself on the brink of her release.

Erik on his own part was mesmerised to find her wet and ready for him after the way he had been maltreating her body for the past hour or so. However, he didn’t want it to be over so soon. For all he knew, this could be his last chance to make love to the woman who had captured his heart and would hold his affection to his dying day. He yearned to show her this could only be right between them. He needed her to respond fully to his touch, to plead him to join his body with hers in abandon. She seemed to be determined to end their affair once and for all. She was dead set on keeping up this charade of disinterest in anything that had to do with him and the simple fact that she vehemently denied she had feelings for him robbed him of any remaining sympathy he had left for her.

She was his and he meant to make her accept the fact, to make her beg him for that which she denied them both, set on a foolish notion that had made her choose Olivier Dervaux for her husband. Suddenly fury washed over him at the thought of the Baron who would be marrying Marianne in less than a fortnight. He felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers and knew she was bound to experience the ecstasy he so yearned to grant her in any moment. Later, he could only blame what he did on the jealous rage that consumed him but deep down inside he knew he could never do otherwise. He was a condemned man and desperation is always the worst advisor when it comes to matters of the heart.

He yanked his fingers out of her warm tightness and spread her juices all over her nether lips to accommodate himself. He made quick work of opening his trousers to take his throbbing shaft in his hand and reaching out to place his tip against her entrance, he entered her in one long, hard, fluid motion. He let his head fall back as the wonderful sensation of finally being where he belonged washed over him and extricated himself partly from her tight canal only to ram his length back in moments later.

He set a pace like that, ramming his hardness into her softness in quick, hard, painful thrusts and then retreating slowly, prolonging their pleasure as much as possible, determined to drive Marianne over the edge with unfulfilled desire. Her voice had been long ago reduced to a stream of moans that only added to his rapture and urged him to keep manipulating her senses for as long as he could, prolonging her sweet torture.

He extricated himself from her fully eliciting soft moans of protest from her and in return ran his thumb over her clitoris, set to make her scream his name in pleasure despite her reluctance to admit to the fact she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His actions had the desired effect and Marianne’s knees buckled under the pleasure he elicited with a simple flick of his fingers over her taut flesh. Soon, Erik was smiling to himself smugly as he supported her weight and plunged his length in her hot canal once more, gyrating his hips agonizingly slow, denying her the release she was by now desperate for.

Suddenly he felt her inner muscles clench uncontrollably around his member and knew that she was close to her climax. Swiftly, he removed his throbbing cock from her tightness and his hands flew to her tied wrists. He made quick work of untying his cravat and setting her free. Immediately his arms snaked around her waist and he flipped her over beneath him, not allowing her any time to think.

A few moments later, Erik found himself positioned between Marianne’s parted thighs, rocking his hips suggestively against her softness, still fully dressed in contrast to her nudity. As much as she relished the coarse texture of his crisp white shirt against her bosom though, Marianne needed more. She needed to feel him, his naked skin against her’s. “Please Erik…” she whispered, trying to collect her thoughts long enough to form a coherent sentence.

“What is it you want love?” he teased her, rocking his hips one more time against her pelvis and then ceasing his movements altogether.

She bit her lip, trying to regain control of her senses but failed miserably. Instead, she ran her finally free hands over his back, bringing them to rest on his shoulders. “Tell me Marianne.” he pressed on, bringing his hand to her chest and trailing lazy circles over one of her nipples, almost absentmindedly.

She gasped at the contact but didn’t refrain from her course. She lifted her left hand and brought it to his face, touching the edge of the hateful white mask which hid his beloved features from her gaze. Taking a deep breath to calm herself as much as she could, she finally ventured to speak the truth that was burning her lips. “I want you to make love to me.”

His smug smile struck a cord in her and she couldn’t stop herself from uttering the next words. “I want you Erik, not the angry man who broke into my bedroom to force me to admit I still love him, not the frightened man who hides behind his arrogance and this despicable mask you wear.” she finished, looking at him expectantly.

“You did this to me Marianne! You’re the one who drove me mad with longing and anger in light of the way you abandoned me!” he spat out accusingly.

“Please Erik, all I ask for is one night with you. Make love to me one last time; please, give me something to remember you by…” The words issued forth from her lips seemingly of their own volition and she was heartbroken to see him shake his head dejectedly.

He encircled her supple form in his arms and whispered soothingly in her ear. “Talk to me Marianne. We can weather any obstacle that comes our way if we do it together.” His voice sounded almost panic-stricken to her ears and she tried to extricate herself from his embrace, suddenly aware of the slip she had made.

“Don’t distance yourself from me; please Marianne. How do you think I feel for your loss? I cannot live without you cherub, you are my light, the air I breathe, my sole reason for living.”

At his words, another stream of tears cascaded down her beloved face and she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He took her head between his hands and his eyes met hers, pleading her for an explanation. “Please Marianne. Don’t prolong my agony precious…”

In a vain attempt to stop him from asking the questions her lips burned to answer, Marianne suddenly raised her head and kissed him square on the lips. She poured all of the love she felt for him, all her agony and all of her torment in that one gesture. Erik could taste her salty tears and his heart pounded frantically in his chest as he realized she was giving him a parting kiss. He sensed her determination and became even more desperate when she prolonged their heated exchange, drinking from his lips as if she were a parched woman who had finally found her oasis.

Understanding the way he felt, Marianne seized his face in her hands and touched her lips to his once more, conveying to him all of the love she felt swell in her heart at his words. “I need you Erik. I need this. One last night, that’s all I ask of you.”

He shook his head again trying to move away, but she held onto his face with all she had in her. Infuriated at the way she wouldn’t let him be, he turned venomous eyes to hers and finally let his temper boil over.

“I hurt you Marianne. I almost raped you tonight! Are you crazy to want more of this?”

“You didn’t do anything I did not want Erik. Please Erik, make love to me one last time. Don’t just give me pleasure, I need you to pour your soul into me before we part ways forever. I need to feel your skin against mine as you join your body with mine. I need to look into your eyes before I finally bid my farewell to the man who has scorched my soul forever.”

Her words had the desired effect. Erik’s shoulders which were impossibly tense until that moment finally relaxed in her arms and he claimed her lips in a soulful kiss. Her hands flew to his shirt, unbuttoning the offending material and yanking it out of the way, trying to absorb as much of his warmth as she could.

His shirt was soon forgotten as it joined the heap of torn fabric that had once been her engagement gown on the floor. Soon his trousers followed suit and he was kneeling in all of his glory before her on the bed, his erection sticking out between them. Suddenly she couldn’t help herself. Her hunger for him was ferocious as she took his length in her hand and lowered her head in an effort to taste his bittersweet essence. However Erik would have none of that. He took hold of her shoulders with urgency and quickly pulled her to him so that her head would be level with his once more. Pouting in dismay, Marianne raised her hand to the edge of his mask, silently pleading with him to let her see him.

He nodded his head imperceptibly in response and her hand finally yanked the hateful visage from him as she looked straight into the face of the man she had long ago given her heart to. If she tried hard enough, she could convince herself that this was the first night they would share. She could almost believe that this was the first time he was revealing his face to her and Olivier had not yet come between them. Shaking herself mentally to divest her mind of any thoughts of her loathsome fiancé, she kissed Erik fervently, trying to memorize this moment forever in her mind.

And then he was on her; his hands gently pushing her shoulders so that her back would touch the mattress beneath her as he took his shaft in his hand and slowly guided it to her entrance. She locked her eyes with his as he entered her in one fluid thrust and they both remained unmoving for a few seconds, relishing the moment in silence.

Then Erik started moving within her, his head lowered so that his lips grazed hers every time he would thrust deeper inside of her, the hard plains of his chest causing a painfully sweet friction with her sensitive nipples. His fingers tangled with her own and he brought their joined hands on either side of her head as he thrust deep inside of her, joining himself with her in body and soul.

She wanted to throw her head back, to scream in ecstasy at the sensations he woke in her but bit her lower lip painfully and continued to look into his eyes as he rammed harder still inside of her. Tears cascaded from her eyes but she didn’t pay any attention as they reached the plateau of their pleasure simultaneously.

Erik rolled off of Marianne still holding onto her and she in turn rested her head on his muscular chest as they tried to regain their breaths and steel themselves for what they both knew would inevitably follow. He ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly, thinking to himself it would break his heart to leave her now but if that’s what she wanted, he knew he would have to abide by her wishes.

Silently, Erik stood from the bed a few minutes later, putting on his trousers and then pulling on the shirt over his wide shoulders, all the while keeping his back turned to Marianne’s form. When he was finished dressing, he set his shoulders stiffly and finally turned to look into her eyes as he spoke in a grave voice.

“Is this going to be the end for us then?”

Marianne regarded him for a few moments and then turned to look away, unable to look him in the eyes as she spoke in what she hoped was a level tone.

“There is no ‘us’ Erik; not anymore. We have to accept that.”

Erik stood there with a defeated look in his eyes and then put on his jacket turning towards the balcony doors. He never turned back to cast another glance her way but his words rang out clearly in the room before he stepped onto the balcony and out of her life forever.

“You denied your soul tonight Marianne.”

When she turned to look at him, she found she was alone; just like he had never been there…

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