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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
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 four: Passionate

Christine barely slept at all that night. After the way Erik had touched her, kissed and felt her…it was all too much for Christine to think about but she did anyway. Christine was afraid of falling asleep; fearing of what Erik might do to her while she slept. But in the end sleep won the battle and Christine didn’t even have a nightmare. It was a rather restful and peaceful sleep and when she woke Erik wasn’t there. She sat up in bed and looked around the room; he was no where to be found. Christine got up from the bed and got dressed in the clothes someone (most likely Erik) had laid out for her to wear. There was also a note that ordered her to meet Erik in his library at noon. Well when Christine looked at the clock it was already eleven thirty and Christine found herself not wanting to be late or displeasing to him.

Erik drummed his fingers lazily on the arm of the lounge in the library. He had tried to distract himself with a good book but that didn’t work. Erik couldn’t forget the looks, gasps, moans and whimpers she had made the other day when he had touched her so intimately. Erik knew very well that Christine was as innocent as she appeared and his “inspection” proved it. During the night Erik felt Christine tossing and turning and knew he had to stop her. He gave her a glass of water with something in it that knocked her out almost immediately. Then at night he took her to his most trusted doctor to make what Erik felt (while he was touching) was sure to be her hymen.

It turned out Christine was still a virgin and that brought Erik’s “happiness” to new heights. So as he waited somewhat patiently for Christine he wondered what she was going to look like in the gown he had given her. “M-master?” a fearful little voice asked. Erik turned his head to see Christine standing in the doorway wearing the sleek white gown Erik had laid out for her. Erik stood up and had to keep his gasp of delight in when he saw how beautiful Christine looked. He knew she had woken up only a while ago, her hair was somewhat untamed but brushed, her eyes looked tired but they still were beautiful. Even her posture suggested that she had only just woken up.

Erik stood up and walked over to Christine, he wasn’t angry when he saw and felt her flinch when he touched her cheek with only his finger tips. “I-I’m sorry I made you a-angry yesterday M-master-” Christine stammered. Anyone could tell that she was frightened and scarred beyond all reason. “Shh…Christine, I did not call you here for apologies. Are you hungry?” Erik asked her. Christine nodded her head. Erik took her hand and led her down stairs and out side to a lovely grassy garden. Erik had had the grass planted to give the mansion a more unique look. While they sat on a blanket and ate their picnic Erik didn’t speak for her was waiting for Christine to ask him all the questions she had been dying to ask him.

But Christine remained silent as she ate her breakfast out side under the warm Persian sun. After their picnic Erik showed her around the grounds and the mansion. And through out the entire tour Christine remained silent the entire time. When they reached the bedroom Christine stopped out side the door while Erik went in. He noticed Christine was no longer by his side and turned around the see her just standing out side the door. When Erik began to come towards her Christine took a step back. But before she could move again Erik grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bedroom. By now it was night time and the candles and fire had been lit in the bedroom and the glow of the candles and fire place bounced off the marble floor of the room to make the room glow even brighter.

Erik released her wrist but wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer to his solid body. Christine struggled somewhat. “Tell me, Christine, what was it that you felt when you first looked into my eyes?” Erik asked her dangerously. Christine sighed deeply and tried to pull away from him again. “Escape is impossible, so I suggest you stop struggling and start answering my questions.” Erik snapped at her. “I-I was c-curious about you.” Christine said lowly. Erik smirked. That wasn’t the first a young woman had used that excuse on him and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. “What else did you feel?” Erik whispered into her ear. His lips brushed against her neck and ear lobe. “Did you feel a heat deep down within your body? Did you feel a desire that threatened to burn your soul and heart away if someone didn’t….put it out?” Erik huskily whispered into her ear.

Erik held her tighter. One of his hands moved up and down her thigh before he began to bunch the material in his hand so it was showing her leg completely. Christine turned her head away from his touch hoping that if she tried not to think about what he was doing and could do to her the fire was building in her body would go away. “Are you feeling it again?” Erik’s voice broke into her mind even though she was desperately trying to shut it out. “Deep, deep down Christine you can feel it.” Erik told her. His hand came over to rest on her stomach then moved between their bodies till his hand was hovering just above her burning entrance. Christine wanted to grab his hand and make him touch her there but she couldn’t. This all wasn’t right. None of this was pure or good in the eyes of God. Christine was sinning, she was a sinner.

Instead of touching her Erik lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. “Change,” Erik ordered before he left to change himself. As Christine looked around the room she expected to see a nightgown or something around for her to wear. But there wasn’t. Was she supposed to sleep naked beside the man who had only one thing on his mind and that thing scarred Christine more than a deadly snake. When Erik came back into the bedroom he was wearing only a pair of black silk pants. He came over to bed and sat down next to her. “I thought I told you to change.” Erik said as he pulled her roughly from the bed. “But there is nothing for me to wear!” Christine shouted at him. Erik smirked and sighed. Erik turned Christine around and began unbuttoning the back of her gown. “Then you will wear nothing.” Erik hissed at her. Christine sighed deeply and prayed to God that this man wouldn’t hurt her.

But when Erik turned her around and dropped her dress to the ground she couldn’t look away from his eyes. Erik leaned in and kissed her forehead. Christine closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his lips against her skin. She gasped and nearly yelped when he hand came up and touched her bare breast. His lips moved from her forehead to her mouth. He kissed her slowly and very deeply. Erik coaxed her tongue to come into his mouth. Erik’s other hand moved to the back of Christine’s neck to hold her in place. His other hand continued to work its dangerous magic as he massaged her blooming breast and nipple with his hand and thumb. Christine moaned in protest when Erik’s mouth left hers and began pressing soft kisses to her neck. Christine’s head fell back to allow him better access to her neck.

Erik smirked to himself. He knew that this little catholic girl would be an easy task. But Erik knew in his heart that he hadn’t taken Christine simply for a good fuck, he took her because when he looked into her eyes for the first time there was something that he had never felt before. When he looked into her eyes…he felt like she could love him. Erik heard Christine’s soft gasp when he licked her neck. Erik moved his hand slowly from her neck to her flat belly and then finally he touched her between her legs. The heat was like a small fire and the wetness he felt from her was so moist and dewy that words couldn’t describe it. Christine moaned as he began to move his fingers along her opening.

Christine hadn’t even noticed when Erik picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and moved between her thighs. To Erik’s surprise Christine leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Erik was only too happy to kiss her back. For the first time Christine ran her hands over his shoulders, down his back and then to his front and touched his smooth and toned chest. He was very muscular and Christine realized how much bigger of a person he was from her. He certainly was taller, at least 6ft.1 or something like that. Christine was only 5ft.9 and so she was must short than he was.

Erik groaned softly when he felt her warm little hands running all over his body. He loved it when women touched him like that. And Erik loved Christine’s feathery light touch. It was driving him insane. Erik grasped Christine’s legs and pulled then farther apart and settled between them. Erik held them apart with his hands on her knees. Erik felt her trying to close them but he wouldn’t let her. He pulled back for a moment to let her catch her breath before he returned to smother her in his deep and thrilling kisses. Christine moaned softly when Erik pressed hard against her core. Christine felt that same hardness she had felt the night before poking at her entrance coming from Erik. “Do you want your master to pleasure you?” Erik asked her as he kissed her. He could tell that his kisses were not the only thing that had left her breathless.

But Erik did not need Christine to answer; he could see it in her eyes. Her big, blue wide eyes were pleading with him to pleasure her in every way that Erik knew. Christine closed her eyes and waited for what Erik was about to do. Erik began pressing long kisses to Christine neck and traveled downward slowly. Christine turned her head away and grasped the sheets of the bed and Erik continued to worship and marvel in all of Christine’s beautiful and spectacular glory.

Of course the moment came to an end a knock came to the bedroom door. Erik didn’t seem to notice but Christine had. “M-master,” Christine whimpered. “Someone…is at the door.” Christine told him. Erik sighed deeply and sat up and starred at Christine shaking body. God she tempted him. Erik got off the bed and stormed over to the door. Christine sat up and her eyes scanned the bedroom.

Erik was furious now. How dare anywhere interrupt him while he was a woman; but not just any woman was he with. He was with a lady. Erik pulled the door opened and was prepared to yell at some quivering servant but instead he was met with Amar who was holding an envelope. “I am sorry to interrupt, Master, but this letter just arrived for you. Shall I open it?” Amar asked. Erik shook his head and took the letter. “No, go and get some sleep Amar.” Erik ordered. Amar bowed, turned on his heel and left. Erik turned around expecting to find Christine still on the bed; but alas she wasn’t there.

Where had she gone in such a short period of time? Erik put the letter down on his desk and sat down in his chair. But as he glanced down at the floor he saw part of a white sheet. Was Christine hiding under his desk? Erik sighed deeply and kneeled down in front of the opening at his desk. Sure enough the scared and simpering Christine was hiding underneath the desk with a fresh stream of tears running down her face. Erik reached under and pulled Christine out and picked her up in his arms and began to carry her towards the bed. “No…stop, please I beg you! Don’t hurt me.” Christine pleaded. Erik rolled his eyes and dumped her on the bed. “If I was going to hurt you, Christine, you would surely have known it a long time ago.” Erik snapped at her. Christine hung her head.

Erik touched her chin and raised her face to look him in the eye. “Why do you cower from me now? When only moments ago you welcomed my touch? Even if you do not understand what is happening to you I can help make you understand,” Erik explained calmly to her. Erik quickly grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her against his solid frame. Christine whimpered as she hit him with full force. Erik leaned forward and captured her lips in a breath taking kiss. As Christine began to enjoy the kiss more and more the more she felt guilty and sick. She was sinning. This man had kidnapped her, touched in intimate ways that should’ve disgusted her, and he was expecting her to give herself to him before she was even married? Christine pulled away once more from his kiss. “I-I can’t do this.” Christine told him shakily. Erik sighed and began kissing her neck and nipped at it softly.

Erik’s little kisses and nips caused Christine to moan and sigh in pleasure. But she came back to reality quickly as he began caressing her breasts. “No, please. I can’t do this.” Christine said pushing away from him. Erik grabbed both sides of Christine’s head and looked intently into her eyes. “Why not?” he asked her. Christine sighed deeply. “I’m not married and I…I…” Christine stammered but Erik got what she meant right away. She must have been a young woman of faith. Why wouldn’t she be? But for some reason that little thing made Erik want to ravage Christine even more. It wouldn’t be the first time Erik had taken a woman of faith before. “So, if I was to marry you, you wouldn’t fight?” Erik asked her suddenly.

Christine had truly backed herself into a wall now. “We-well I-” “Then it is settled. We marry tomorrow evening. Go to sleep Christine, because all tomorrow after you will be preparing for our wedding and of course the night that follows.” Erik told her. Erik let go of Christine and began to extinguish the candles before lying back down on the bed. He pulled Christine to him so he could sleep her with her warm body against his the entire night. Even if Erik didn’t get any sleep he celebrated in the fact that she would be against him all night…and perhaps even forever.
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