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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 55

Erik closed the door behind him, watching the woman who had captured his heart move like a vision in the dim, soft light of her bedroom. Only a few candles were lit, giving him the chance to admire her curvaceous figure moving slowly the room. He locked the door and moved towards her. Marianne stood in front of her vanity set and watched him through the mirror as he moved towards her, taking in his large manly form as he approached her. With a slight grin on her lips, she looked at herself in the mirror and started removing the clips which held her curls securely in place.

She wondered if her heart would ever stop pounding whenever he entered a room or upon hearing his deep, smooth voice. His presence exuded strength and elegance, making her wish never to take her eyes off of him. Even if she acknowledged the fact that the thoughts invading her mind were sinful, she couldn’t care less at the mere sight of him. Erik Destler was indeed an irresistible man.

He came to a halt, standing behind her as he sensed he was being drawn by her enchanting presence, feeling the heat of her body radiating between them. Marianne gazed at his dark, green eyes sparkling in the candle light like stars in the night sky, as she continued the task at hand, heat flowing though her body, feeling as if his warm breath was burning her on her bare shoulder. His soft touch was overwhelming; warm hands were now caressing both of her shoulders, releasing a torrent of emotions within her.

“Allow me.” he whispered against her ear, immediately settling to nibble on her earlobe. She tried to suppress a moan, failing miserably. However, she couldn’t help but lock eyes with him through the mirror, watching him undoing her hair, his intense gaze upon her image. He released the heavy curls down her back, not being completely concentrated at his chore, kissing the creamy flesh of her shoulders every now and then.

Although her state imposed on him the idea of a fragile doll standing before him, with her long, chestnut hair flowing on her back, her large eyes and her smooth, white skin, while her vivid, dare he say, provoking gaze uncovered before him the passionate woman within the flawless porcelain exterior.

Erik caressed her hair and shoulders, but unsatisfied by the minor contact between them, he embraced her, his hands sliding around her waist from behind, pulling her against him, as at the same time he closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her hair invading his senses. Marianne placed her hands over his, relishing his embrace which seemed to be long forgotten. She lifted her right arm up and around his neck as she seemed to wish to bring him even closer to her, if that was possible.

Pressed against him, with the fingers of her hand buried in his thick hair, Marianne leaned her head in order to give him better access to her neck. He couldn’t help but continue looking at her through the mirror, unable to keep his eyes off of her, feeling her beauty captivating him. Yet, there was so much more than that; her intelligence, her spirit, her passion, the sparkle in her luminous eyes, had ignited a raging fire in his soul, making him feel trapped, but without the desire to escape from her sweet imprisonment.

Watching him through heavy eyelids as he devoured her flesh with his fiery kisses, made her heart race and her pulse quicken. She would normally look away from his burning gaze, but she found the raw passion in his eyes engulf her; the desire they both had for each other was undeniable and she had no intention to stop his fierce attack. He was still wearing his white mask which gave him a strange air of mystery and charm; however Marianne considered it a barrier between them. It should be taken off, nothing should exist between her and her man. She lifted her right arm and caressed the masked side of his face, turning her eyes to look at him directly.

“Erik… Take it off… For me. I don’t want this on your handsome face right now…” she whispered in a low voice, filled with passion.

Erik smiled a bitter smile, following her order hesitantly. However he couldn’t deny her anything; she could do whatever she wanted with him, he didn’t care. He just couldn’t live without her any more. His heart skipped a beat when Marianne still pursued his gaze with hers, seemingly waiting to see him without the porcelain piece on his face.

Her eyes, filled with all the love she felt pouring from her very soul, searched his passionately. “I don’t want you to wear this around me.” she uttered decisively, turning her head to look at his deep, green eyes. “This is the man I love.”

He felt the heavy warmth spreading all over his body until he was completely filled by it, wishing nothing more than just to kiss her.

His eyes locked with hers as he continued to stare intently at her, a fierce glow in his gaze. Then he leaned, pressing his lips against hers. His tongue quickly worked its way into her mouth, all the while electric shocks rippling through her body. He swallowed a groan, his hands becoming even bolder, when he sensed that every barrier of shyness between them existed no more. His right hand was holding her head firmly in place as he trailed kisses on the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder, while the other one traveled all over her torso.

Marianne succumbed to his touch with each passing minute, surrendering herself to this amazing man. Wherever his fingers traced, she arched to meet them. She was maddening him with her response to his touches; every sensation caused the hunger and the need in her to grow.

He ran his lips down her neck, slowly allowing his tongue to caress the curve of her nape, while her sighs encouraged him to proceed. Her eyes fluttered open, fixing her gaze with his, however he didn’t allow her to retreat; instead, he gently lifted her head and captured her lips with his.

“I love you.” the words were lost against her lips, as it was impossible to keep this pace any longer. Feeding from the sweetness of her mouth, he teased her even further by suckling her bottom lip, until he plunged his tongue into her mouth, deciding to deepen the kiss. Marianne moaned louder, demanding his lips on hers.

As much as they both wanted to rush each other and let the passion consume them, giving into the fire that burned inside, they chose to try each other’s patience. Feeling the straining erection in his trousers and gazing her figure leaning against him, Erik drew in a quick breath trying to control himself, as visions of her beautiful body intruded his head.

Watching them both in the mirror, he reached up and stroked the rounded curve of Marianne’s left breast, causing her to moan deep in her throat. His other arm, secured around her, made the contact between them impossible to bear.

His rough kiss left her heart racing and her legs giving in under the desire deep within her. She refused to leave his arms and to turn her head away from him as he was holding her firmly, breathing against her face as he returned the kiss, probing his tongue between her parted lips.

Her eyes closed, she sailed away in a journey of sensation, lost in his touch. She was grinding her bottom against his growing arousal. His assault left her breathless and wanting for more when he returned his attention to the sensitive spot behind her ear, shivering in excitement. She had always desired Erik’s touch; however the pregnancy seemed to have seriously affected her reaction to his caresses on the sensitive parts of her body.

Marianne felt free and deliberated, driven into a frenzy of wantonness just by inhaling his masculine scent, having his strong arms around her, realizing how immediate the reaction of her body to his soft, moist lips was. Bending down again, he kissed her neck and a melting wave of pleasure flooded her body.

No denying, Marianne was a gorgeous woman, but witnessing the sight before his eyes, he couldn’t help but swallow a groan when he imagined he would soon remove her clothing, piece by piece. His heart pounded in his chest in anticipation of the moment they would be joined once again. He moved his hands upwards, caressing her torso lightly, until he cupped her ample breasts. She pushed herself against him when the tips of his fingers brushed over her sensitive nipples, watching her melt with desire as he continued squeezing both of the round orbs in his hands.

She fit perfectly in his embrace and he was determined not to part from her ever again. Erik couldn’t get enough of her, tasting her every way he could, feeling a complete man just by having her in his arms.

“Oh Erik… Please…” another moan of wanton approval escaped her lips, expressing her primal urges that only he could release in her.

The mere sound of her voice gave him the encouragement he needed to kiss her harder. Wicked thoughts invaded his mind as he found the buttons to the top of her dress. He found he was breathing heavily himself and his erection swelled in his trousers.

Ever so slowly, he unbuttoned the first button, making her suffering grow. Marianne let him unbutton her dress slowly, one button after another, initiating an urgent exploration. She fixed her eyes on his as he undid the bodice, his hands resting on her shoulders briefly before sliding the material off of her body and down her arms, feeling his lips following its path; the skirt of the dress followed, pooling down her feet onto the floor, leaving her only in her chemise, her body almost visible through the delicate, thin material.

A new rush of warmth rose across her neck to her temples; however she made no attempt to stop him. Their eyes locked, never leaving each other’s gaze, even when Erik started to touch her again, his fingers moving upward along her thighs. He brought her back to his chest and slid his hand inside her chemise, cupping her hot globe, as his other arm held her firmly against his body.

Lightheaded by his touch, Marianne closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of his large palms to bring her body to life, making no attempt to resist his seduction as she arched her back releasing a long moan.

The sounds his beloved made caused by his ministrations, were eliciting in him emotions he only felt when he was with her. The mere sight of his loved one in his arms, trusting herself, surrendering herself completely and utterly to him, made him love her even more than he could have imagined; for Erik, Marianne’s beauty ran both inside and out.

His long fingers scorched a path along her overly sensitized flesh. A slow erotic grin covered Erik’s face with a touch of evil emanating from it. Marianne breathed rapidly, shallowly wandering what was about to happen next.

“Let me give you pleasure…” he whispered huskily, all the while nibbling on the tender flesh. She watch him as if in a haze, as he grabbed her shoulders tenderly, disentangling himself from her, however before panic had time to hit her mind, Marianne saw he was only trying to remove her chemise from her body. Her legs trembled as she complied. Being so exposed was both frightening and thrilling at the same time.

The sight before her made Marianne’s face turn crimson red; Erik still fully dressed behind her, almost completely, naked form. He couldn’t help but notice her embarrassment, so he bent to whisper in her ear as he took her in his arms again.

“Beautiful…” he exhaled behind her, his hot breath scorching her flesh and her soul. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” he continued wooing her.

His large hand found its way southwards, his fingers discovering her most sensitive spot. He caressed the junction of her thighs over the fabric, finding the wetness of her excitement. At the mere contact, Marianne arched her body in a frenzy of yearning, leaning against Erik while struggling to stay on her feet.

Resting her head back on his shoulder, she watched his hands mapping her body. However, all sense of shyness had long been gone; his hand had already found its way in her undergarment furtively. She leaned her head on his shoulder as his fingers began an exploration which pushed her almost over the edge.

His fingers had finally found what they had been searching for; her legs slightly open, she arched her hips to his dexterous fingers. His other hand traveled up the silkiness of her body to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it.

Erik growled deep in his throat, the swelling of his engorged flesh almost unbearable in the confinements of his trousers. For all the time they had been apart, he had never spent a single night without pondering on their moments together. Now, it was time to make up for all those long, torturous nights and he decided to take it slow, even if it would kill him.

His fingers immediately found Marianne’s erect nub, and while she was wriggling in his embrace, he teased her over and over. She pushed back against him, her eyes emanating the growing desire caused by his ministrations.

He pressed himself firmly against her buttocks, moving back and forth until the friction between them made him groan in pleasure and discomfort. He continued encircling her swollen nub with his deft fingers. Marianne looked at him through hooded lids, but she had the chance to notice the tiny pulse along his neck that always throbbed when he was excited. That sent her over the edge and she purposefully continued to rub her bottom against his thick hardness.

“My little minx.” he teased her, just as she was teasing him with her movements. “I will get my revenge… later…” his voice whispered, laden with promise.

He entered a finger, sliding it easily into her softness, teasing her, making her cry out from the sweet torment. Marianne moaned in her throat, her head tilted back on his shoulder, until she felt him enter a second finger, eliciting small whimpers of pleasure from her, incoherent yet entirely understood by him. His erection was pressed against her, the fabric of his clothes rough against her smooth skin. Her hand traveled down to meet his and she pressed his fingers deeper into her, while her other hand slipped up to curve behind his neck for support, as she felt she was going to lose her senses from the intense pleasure he was granting her, moving restlessly against him.

Her ever so bold action, made him groan and increase his rhythm. With heightened senses alert, spasms wracked her body, as he felt her pulsating core clenching around his fingers. He allowed her a few seconds to regain her breathing, and when the intensity subsided, his fingers left her and he finally turned her around to grasp her tightly, making her melt into his arms with his kiss.

He picked her up in his strong arms, carrying her like precious, fragile china, laying her on her bed. “My love…” he murmured sensually, his eyes glowing with adoration. As he kissed her, he could feel the heat pouring from her towards his body. His large hand traveled down her body, in one long caress from her neck, across her stomach, ceasing at her round belly for a brief moment, and ending his journey to her legs, an action as if were reassuring himself that she was real.

Marianne breathed heavily as his lips were kissing every part of her upper body, making her shiver with excitement. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he caught her lips in a soulful kiss. As he began removing himself from her embrace, she let out a moan of protest, and followed him sitting on the edge of the bed. There was still another matter, of him being fully clothed.

Erik stood before her inquiring gaze and removed his jacket; they locked eyes, their breathing almost frantic from the loss of their contact. She got off the bed in an effort to assist him in removing his clothing.

Untying his cravat, she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing his wide sternum. She stood on her toes, kissing the sensitive piece of flesh lightly, making him moan in anticipation. He continued unbuttoning his shirt, and she could swear that every button that was unbuttoned sounded like a silent promise made between their lust and the discipline that tempered their desire, until she could finally remove it off of his broad shoulders, her fingers caressing the hard muscles of his arms, lustfully kneading and kissing his masculine chest.

Taking her face into both hands, Erik turned her head slightly and moved less than a breath away, pausing ever so briefly to relish in their mutual passion. Touching his lips softly to hers, brushing them in a circular motion, made them feel as if they were jolted by lightning. They breathed in as one, both their impassioned breaths relishing their desire until they kissed deeply, powerfully, as if life and soul pasted from the contact of their mouths.

Energy flowed between their bodies and their souls, coursing through the union of their hands and fingers. They moved even closer, appearing to surrender to the magnetic attraction of the kiss, only to back away slightly and move their heads opposite each other again. This time shallow breaths became entangled with the voice of uncontrollable passion as their bodies were bursting with the evidence of their shared arousal.

With sounds of immense pleasure while they kissed each others necks, his hands encircled her waist once again, stopping their course at the small of her back, while he moved close enough to feel her inviting warmth.

Ever so lightly did her fingers caress the marred side of his face, starting from his strong jaw line, before she brought her hands up to explore his tender flesh and the taught muscles of his chest. She pulled away from his neck only to put her lips on the softness of his skin. She ran her tongue over his chest, circling each one of his nipples, making him hiss between clenched teeth. Satisfied from the reaction her touch had upon him, she proceeded with her ministrations as she became consumed with insatiable hunger to taste all of him.

Pulling her up again, his mouth claimed hers, making her jolt when his tongue reached out to taste her lips, coaxing and tempting her. An immediate explosion of sensations and desire passed through them at the mere contact of skin against skin. The feeling of her bare breasts rubbing against his chest made him growl, and his mouth devoured hers. Her tongue met his, her stomach in knots as he began exploring her body with his hands.

Without thought, she did as he silently asked, opening herself to him, melting against his bare chest, as an instant throbbing began to pulse at the juncture of her thighs once more. She locked her fingers in his thick hair, and pulled him closer, the craving inside her building with each passing minute. Their hips touched and she felt the evidence of his most basic desire press against her soft flesh. They were more than ready for what came after kissing.

He deepened the kiss to the point of wild need, his hands around her back, pulling her flush against him, smashing her gentle form into his hard one. His kiss became voracious, devouring her mouth as her mind was floating in a vivid, colorful cloud and the sound of his harsh breathing invaded her heightened senses.

His hands slid inside her undergarment, his fingertips teasing her inner thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips when he found her most sensitive spot coated with moisture once again. He nipped on her bare shoulder, a growl of satisfaction coming from deep inside his throat caused by the effect his ministrations had on her. However, he was caught by surprise when he felt her little hand sliding down the outer side of his powerful thighs, finally cupping his straining shaft and caressing it with squeezing movements. She softly stroked him over his trousers, feeling him getting harder. Erik felt his blood rushing through his veins, his breathing harsh and uneven as he pressed himself even more against her hand.

Marianne unbuttoned his trousers and reached in for his hardness; she took him into her hand and began to work on it with steady motion. At the feel of her hand on his flesh, Erik growled. As she slowly stroked him, he began letting himself go under her touch, moaning in pleasure.

Even though it was a difficult decision to make, he removed from her only momentarily to throw away his trousers which he felt were getting in their way.

Her breath caught in her throat as Marianne took in his large manly form standing before her in all his glory. She had become intoxicated by his soulful stare upon her that pushed away all inhibitions and provoked her emotions to run freely, aching for his touch.

He pulled her abruptly to his firm, lean body, thrusting his hips to emphasize his desire to pleasure her. Marianne ran her fingers through his hair, feeling secure in his tight embrace. Engaging her in a long, tender kiss, Erik brought them down onto the bed, cradling her carefully in his arms as they lay down, while his insatiable male hands were fondling her flesh urgently.

She placed her hands against his naked body, enjoying the strong muscular planes of his chest rippling beneath her fingertips. She began to trace slow, abstract patterns on his skin, digging her fingernails into his tough muscles.

Marianne heard him groan in approval and frustration, his hands caressing her hips, moving up her torso, ceasing their movements to rest on her belly momentarily, before finally coming to her tender breasts.

As she panted with excitement, he slowly pushed the undergarment over her hips and down her legs, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. He smiled down at her, his eyes feasting on her naked form, much like a perched man would do with water. His mouth attacked her neck once more, kissing and nibbling on the tender flesh.

“Erik…” his name escaped her lips as he dragged her over the edge and into insanity with another mind numbing kiss, the kind that made her knees weak and her resolves to disappear. He felt her shiver when he took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking on the nub hungrily.

Marianne’s senses were set on fire and she was unable to resist any longer, reaching down between them to grasp his bulging erection in her hand. She ran her finger over the tip and then downwards, eliciting another of his delicious sighs from his lips.

That was almost his undoing, as he held her tightly, trying to control himself for a while longer, no matter how difficult it was. She gently pushed him onto his back, her hand never ceasing to caress him, rubbing him up and down.

As she stroked him slowly, she could feel the veins along his shaft’s sides bulging and throbbing as though they would burst. She increased the rhythm, pumping him with one hand, while her other hand cupped and gently squeezed his sensitive sacks. His face was intense with pleasure, his eyes hot as they peered into hers. Marianne felt her body begin to tighten, the tender flesh between her legs moistening.

Never leaving his engorged manhood, Marianne began kissing his broad chest, concentrating on his nipples. His fingers tangled in her hair, he enjoyed her passionate touch, moaning deeply. While she moved down his lean body, she looked up at him wondering about the effects of her actions, but his moans and the way he stroked her hair were reassuring her of his state, his head thrown back on the pillow, his eyes shut and breathing coming out in labored gasps.

Leaning further down his powerful frame, she relished the feel of his thick muscular thighs, grasping him steadily and lapped across the sensitive head enjoying the texture, tasting him as she proceeded. Sliding her lips over his throbbing erection, Erik’s whole body stiffened and he let out a loud gasp of pleasure.

Quite pleased with his reaction, Marianne repeated the tantalizing movement of her lips over and over again, making him gasp even louder this time. Erik hissed between clenched teeth, grasping her hair as she drew him further into her mouth. She explored with her tongue every expanse of skin, teasing him until no spot was spared.

Unbelievable waves of delight cursed though his entire body, just at the ministration she was granting him up and down his swollen flesh. Upon hearing his delightful sounds of pleasure, Marianne moved faster, her ministrations sending chills down his spine, sliding her lips along his shaft, improvising as she twirled her tongue over his thick hardness. Her satisfaction grew by each passing second, wishing nothing more than to pleasure him in every possible way.

She could hear his breathing getting heavier, his movements becoming erratic against her. She wanted to extend his pleasure, but he pulled her away. “Stop!” he pleaded with her, heat dripping from his voice, dragging her back up to him with hands that were rough with the intensity she had caused in him. Marianne felt lightheaded, when he got like this, fierce but tender.

Wild with passion, his mouth claimed hers as he swiftly rolled her underneath his heated body. He broke the kiss only to try to compose himself; Marianne met Erik’s hungry eyes. It took all of his will power to keep from rushing over and taking her right that moment.

He bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, making her moan as she closed her eyes, feeling his lips over it, suckling gently. Her fingers left the sheet and laced into his hair behind his head, urging him closer. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, ravishing both with his tongue, teeth and lips. Her body arched against his, feeling faint from his onslaught.

His hands moved swiftly to her wrists, forcing them over her head, pinning her under him. His thighs opened hers, trying to be very careful as to not harm her with his weight in any way. From her neck to her breasts, to her belly, he missed nothing, kissing and licking voraciously.

Marianne felt as if she were a puppet under his magical spell. Every motion she made was in response to his touch and lips. She offered no resistance when he leaned over and took her erect nipple into his mouth. He traced his lips back to the sensitive spot on the crook of her neck, making her whole body tingle, while he spread her legs apart putting his thigh between them. Erik swallowed a groan when he pressed his rigid shaft against her leg, a desperate need growing inside him, screaming for more.

He moved down her torso, his tongue laving and his teeth nibbling on her skin poking into her navel, and then rushing down between her thighs. Her hands grasped the sheets as she watched him spread her legs apart; her breath was sucked from her body as she felt his fingers opening her. His warm breath blew over the delicate skin before he lowered his head, his lips nibbling on the edges of her womanhood, followed by his tongue which bathed her with its warmth.

Once again, Erik’s fingers found their way to her softness, as he started to pump them in and out, his thumb slowly roaming circles over her sensitive bud, which was sending shivers through her body. Marianne began to rock in the rhythm set by his skillful fingers.

He leaned closer and drew in the scent of her love, savoring her, permitting her natural smell to upset his senses like warm honey. At the same time, his fingers had gone from light touches to more intense and deeper movements, sending waves of excitement through her body. Her breathing erratic, she lifted her hips in an invitation for him to explore her deeper, while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him towards her.

For a brief moment, Erik raised his head and saw her head pressed back into the thick pillows, anticipating the rush of his kiss and touch of his fingers. He didn’t want anything else but to taste all that she would be willing to offer him, dipping his tongue deeply into her silken secret.

A deep moan of satisfaction floated from her mouth as she lifted herself to him, pressing towards the source of her delight. Suddenly, he felt her tense and her back arched as ripples of ecstasy flooded through her, her body shuddering with the most incredible, tingling sensations imaginable.

He drank from her essence, as his powerful arms cradled her thighs. When he felt satisfied, he held her waist, trailing a path of wet kisses up her stomach, as he reached for her breasts. He reclaimed her mouth in a long, drugging kiss.

Marianne felt as if she were floating on a cloud. She looked at him through heavy eyelids, holding him tight to her embrace. He was so masculine, sensuous and yet so sensitive and caring. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back, as he now savagely devoured her mouth. Reaching down between them, Marianne curled her fingers around his bulging erection. All that time apart from each-other, she felt incomplete without him; now, her wishes had all come true and she wanted nothing more than to be taken by him, to be wrapped in intense passion that only Erik could offer her.

Erik gazed at her hazel eyes, his hands firmly planted on the mattress on either side of her chest with only his throbbing shaft making contact with her skin he began to tease her with slow shallow strokes, tantalizing her just as she had teased him with her tongue. She moaned in discontent as he denied her what she wanted the most. However, she needed all of him, arching her body to unite her aching core with his flesh.

They kissed lightly at first, then progressively moved closer to the power of the passion that pulled them to each-other, mouth devouring mouth with a new sense of urgency. His hand tightened on her hips, pulling her waist towards him, his erection finally sliding into her. She gasped as she felt every inch of his shaft penetrate her pulsating core. Marianne moaned loudly as he pushed his cock deep inside of her.

He had almost forgotten how warm she was, the tightness of her inner muscles wrapped around him, molding to accommodate his aroused flesh, forming a perfect fit. She felt unbelievably good beneath him. The moans they exchanged spoke the language of love, begging and pleading to continue toward completion.

He held her by her hips and began slamming his pelvis into hers, pumping into her with deep measured strokes. She was taken aback when he reached for her hands, grasping them abruptly and pinning them above her head. Erik smirked mischievously when he heard her cries of elation. With eyes rolled back, she shuddered beneath his pounding. Her mouth opened to moan, to gasp, but all that came out were incomprehensible sounds of pure ecstasy.

Marianne squirmed beneath him, arching her body in a frenzy of yearning, meeting every single one of his powerful thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her feet against his firm buttocks, pushing him down, urging him to exert more force.

“Oh Erik…” she moaned, “I don’t think I can last much longer…”

At the sound of her revelation, Erik growled deeply and brought his hand between them, only to grant her the fulfillment she desperately desired; then, his fingers were on her, the tips teasing the painful point of desire between her folds of ecstasy. The moment they played over the hard nub, Marianne gasped in need, her whole body tensed.

They began to blend simultaneously, both engulfed in passionate waves; the sounds of their pleasure, the smells of their intimacy, the touches of their passion, made him continue to thrust in her deeply, pounding against her with gentle strength.

Every beat of his heart thundered in his ears like a volcano exploding; every single cell of his body was alive. He continued rubbing her most sensitive spot as he glided in and out of her softness.

A feeling of fullness started to take over her senses, as she could feel her body rising toward another climax. Looking upon the heated expression on her lovely face, he furiously started pumping. With each thrust, incredible sensation shot through her. She just wanted him to go on forever.

“Please, Erik… I cannot bear it…” she whispered.

“What is it, mon cher... what is it you cannot bear?” he teased her as he slowed his pace a little. Sweat had dampened his chest; she could smell his intoxicating, masculine odor filling her nostrils. With each slow thrust, incredible sensations shot through her.

With a gentle rocking motion, his hard shaft slid in and out of her slick walls. The friction was nearly unbearable as he could feel himself about to erupt with each thrust, clenching his teeth at each voracious movement.

They wandered in a frenzy of passion which blinded them of the reality they escaped together. They were lost in a storm of intense excitement, a chaos of ecstasy.

The sensation of her body squeezing his cock was enough to send him over the edge. Marianne on the other hand, opened her mouth to let out a long, loud moan of utter rapture. As spasms shook her entire body, she kept repeating his name. Every pore of her skin tingled and deep inside, her heart stopped, as she exploded beyond belief.

As her body convulsed and her inner muscles contracted against his rigid flesh, he continued to drive it within her, pushing her limits to new thresholds.

“Oh Erik... again...” she barely had the time to utter the words as a second orgasm crashed upon her.

He watched her let herself go once more, her walls quaking and tightening around him.

“Now Erik!” she shouted, locking eyes with him, as passion engulfed her. Unable to resist any longer, Erik let out a loud and feral growl as he surrendered to his own release, spilling his seed deep within her, all kinds of emotions exploding and pouring through him.

Finally spent, he carefully rolled to his side, bringing her with him, holding her tightly in his arms. They lay there, tangled, for what seemed to them like endless moments. Marianne curled against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed contentedly.

“My angel” he whispered tenderly, before kissing her forehead.

“My angel” she replied, covering protectively her palm against his heart.

“I am no angel…” Erik resisted her, but tightened his arm around her.

“Oh no… you are. You are my angel, and no matter what happens, you always will be.”

Erik felt as if everything had finally fallen into place. He swallowed the knot in his throat, resting his cheek against the top of her head. She had shown him what it was to love. He had found his heart again… and gave it to her freely. She had given him hope and pure, unconditional love.

Nothing else mattered when she lay in his arms, her body molding perfectly with his. He turned his head, gazing at her lovingly. They faced each other, their hands still exploring each other’s flesh. Their bodies seemed sated, however their emotions still wanted more from one another.

She didn’t know how long they held each other before he captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss; desire still lingered between them. The night was still young…

Ever so lightly did Erik kiss the soft, delicate skin of her neck, commencing his game of seduction once more. Marianne smiled; she was home, in his arms at last.

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