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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter already starts with smut, so be warned! ;)
Again, thanks for your kind reviews... I'm doing my best to not let too many days come between the posting of my chapters, but since I'm at work during the day, you may have to bear with little delays. Thx for your patience!
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Chapter 6
Secret Pleasures

In all her fantasies and even wildest dreams about him, Seraphine wouldn’t ever had imagined finding Erik as she did when she entered the bedroom of his underground world. Surely, she had been very quiet while coming down here, but that didn’t appear to be the reason why he hadn’t heard her so far. With his head lying on the deep red pillows, lips slightly parted and eyes closed, she already knew what he was doing. And although the silky blanket covered his upper body, the movement of his hands beneath it were just too obvious. Seraphine had to bite back a laugh because she knew it was only his fault – if he hadn’t acted like the dark seducer he was during the Opera, he wouldn’t have to find himself release now. On the other hand, she admired the look on his unmasked face, the way her name hung on his lips although he was surprisingly quiet. He seemed like a fallen angel to her – forbidden beautiful and dark, but irresistible nonetheless. Considering for one moment to simply watch him, Seraphine’s body reminded his owner of his existence by expressing its painful want. As she walked around the bed, it slowly dawned on her that she would have found the situation embarrassing and probably disgusting were it any other man, yet given the atmosphere and Erik himself, it caused quite the opposite effect. And dear Lord, after all Erik was still a man with needs and longings. Besides, they had already done various other things that would make most people blush. She even was pregnant because of one of those activities, Seraphine reminded herself, wondering secretly when that had actually occurred, but she knew the chances to find out were little. In a certain way, she was still nothing more but a child, and yet she already carried life inside, looking forward to becoming a mother herself.
Erik stirred a bit and moaned out her name in a whisper. Knowing that she had to be quick before his approaching release would begin, she swung her left leg over him for better support of her body and covered his closed eyes with one hand. Immediately, his body froze in every movement, and for an instant she was afraid she had caused him a heart attack. But hesitantly, the life returned to him as he tried to raise his arms to the hand that covered his eyes. Soft lips that muffled his voice that was about to say her name made him think otherwise, thus he simply moved one hand into her hair, caressing the dark strays. In all their shared nights, he had never been confronted with the fact of not being able to see her, but now he realized how different his body reacted to every little touch. He didn’t like to be dominated in bed – they both knew and appreciated that fact – and still he couldn’t help the wonderful sensations that coursed through his body. A part of him knew he should feel embarrassed for what she had caught him doing here, but then again, he was a grown up man by all means and didn’t owe others to be ashamed of anything he did. Seraphine’s free hand moved over his chest, taking care of only brushing against his nipple, but he didn’t dare protesting as he felt her continuing her way underneath the blanket. With a firm grip, she closed her fingers around his arousal, and watched his face as she started to stroke him. It drove him mad when he finally realized that he was completely under her power because any time he lifted his hands to touch her, she would slow down her pace until he gave up to leave control to her again. Seraphine enjoyed his growling whenever she reminded him of who was in charge this time, but at the same time she loved how his body and especially the expression on his face reacted to every little touch of her hand. His breathing increased as his climax approached again – this time not to be interfered with any surprises, but coming forcefully and so intense that it opened Erik’s senses for everything around him: Seraphine’s scent, the touch of her fingers against the most sensitive flesh of his body, the hand that covered his eyes careless of the deformation that lay partly beneath it, but above anything else her lips that kissed his right temple. It took a while until his body calmed down from what it had just experienced and the hand on his face retreated. He didn’t open his eyes immediately, but waited for his breathing becoming more even again. Seraphine looked down on him in a mix between amusement and love, and he couldn’t resist smiling at her.
"How dare you starting without me?", she gently scolded him as she lay down next to him, her hand stroking over the side of his neck.
"I didn’t know you would be coming to me again tonight. If I had, I gladly would have waited for you."
Then, however, he sat up with a frown.
"You didn’t run away, I hope…"
"No. I only had a very dramatic performance that convinced the Ducards", she paused suddenly as she realized that she was still talking about them as if they were nothing else than people who gave her a home. Erik watched her intently, feeling her unease about calling them her parents, but she suddenly avoided his gaze.
"I told them I missed the Opera badly and they decided to let me sleep here for tonight. Madame Giry is supposed to take care of me meanwhile."
"Well, then", he said with a nod, "clearly she watches over you a lot as you’ve just pleased the Opera Ghost in the most delightful way."
Seraphine turned her head away, but he grabbed her chin with gentle force to make her look at him.
"Are you embarrassed, my dear?", he asked in obvious amusement, receiving a blush in return, "I need to remind you, however, that I am completely innocent as it was only your idea."
Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her close and kissed her softly, but she buried her hands in his hair, demanding entrance with her tongue until he granted her with a low moan and parted his lips. For a moment she fought for dominance, but too soon he won the upper hand again and turned her onto her back to press gently against her. The simple memory of their looks during the second part of the Opera tonight made him writhe with want. One hand moved across her body until it found a nipple underneath the expensive material, gently rubbing it, and increasing Erik impatience. With a forceful movement, he wanted to rip the dress of, but Seraphine’s hands caught him right in time.
"Don’t!"
Erik frowned at her words.
"You have no idea how expensive this dress was. If I return tomorrow with it ripped apart, they will think strange things of me…"
"It’s very likely going to be the truth. You will look as if someone had taken you all night… and I doubt it will be any different anyway", he grinned, but she shook her head.
"You know what I mean, Erik."
His expression turned into a serious one.
"I do, love", he planted soft kisses on her neck from behind as he started undoing the laces of her corset. When his hands brushed over the exposed skin of her belly a few seconds later, however, he suddenly stopped in his movement.
"Forgive me for being so careless", his voice came in soft regret to her ear, and he pulled her closer against his body, "I simply took you that night without ever thinking of the possibility that you could get pregnant. And afterwards I was too stupid to waste a thought on it."
Truly astonished about his words, she turned around to lay one hand on his face.
"No, Erik… I want the child. It may have come as a surprise, but I will never regret it."
"I’ve always dreamt of dying old and lonely, but the thought of being a father has hardly ever occurred to me", Erik admitted, "And now you are carrying my child. It’s more than I could have ever hoped for."
"You say that as if it were only me having created it", she shook her head with a laugh, feeling blissful because of his words. He truly saw their child as a gift and already now she just knew he would be a wonderful father.
"I was wondering what I had been doing at that time, indeed", he grinned at her, "I suppose, you don’t know the night it actually was created…"
"No, but it would be much easier to guess if you kept your hands from me and wouldn’t be so active, Erik."
"Strangely I’ve never heard a complaint from you so far concerning my activities. And besides, you were always present… you could have stopped me."
"No one can stop you – and you know that!"
"Alright then", Erik grabbed the blanket and turned away from her, "To prove my ability to being very well able to behave, I won’t bother you for the rest of the night."
And with that he lay down to make his words come true.
"Hey!", Seraphine complained, "Where the hell is the fairness in that? You get your release and I don’t?"
"You have two hands yourself", he replied, trying not to grin, but she snatched the blanket away from him, exposing his naked body once more to her great delight.
"You are really the meanest and most sadistic monster in all of Paris!"
"Well, thank you, my dear."
But Seraphine winced and threw herself at him, catching him off guard so that he fell back on the bed with her.
"Come on, Erik", she begged, and her pleas were like divine music in his ears, "I’ll do anything you want me to."
"Famous last words, my angel… you can never know what I intend for you", he informed her, "Since I am not in a bad mood tonight, however, and you’ve already caused me incredible pleasure, I’ll be merciful."
Seraphine lowered one hand to rest on her belly and looked down.
"Did you hear that? This is going to be your father… last chance if you want me to find you someone else."
But Erik covered her hand while he laughed at her words.
"You are spoiling our child", at those words she gazed up into his eyes in silent awe that puzzled him, "Are you alright, love?"
"Say it again."
"What?"
But she smiled and pulled him down for a romantic kiss.
"Our child", was whispered into his ear while her lips moved over his face, covering it with soft kisses. Erik repeated her words to enjoy them himself, until he became aware that Seraphine’s body was craving for release.
"Do you mind taking a bath?", the grin he gave her showed his true intention, thus she only nodded, not quite able to hide her confusion. Erik got up and offered her his hand that was willingly taken although he felt the slight hesitation in her movement.
"Are you afraid of me?", he asked while pausing, but she shook her head as if his words were utter nonsense.
"I hardly ever know what you’re up to, Erik."
"Makes it all the more exciting, don’t you think?"
She laughed at his seductive wink and pressed her body against his to lock her hands behind his neck. A content sound escaped his throat when he nuzzled her face, rubbing their cheeks together. In a sudden realization of his rough face side touching her soft one, however, he almost recoiled from the touch.
"Doesn’t it hurt when you’re feeling…", he trailed off as if not able to complete the sentence. It was still hard to speak about his deformation except for those situations when the rage because of his face’s blemish possessed him. Yet, he received an understanding look from Seraphine who almost laughed at his question.
"I’ve felt it so many times, Erik, and it never hurt me. Not even when it touched me somewhere else", an unexpected blush crossed her face, amusing him. With a gentle touch, she moved her lips over the deformed flesh, burying her hands in his hair. A certain part of Erik’s body sprang to life and reminded him that he intended to make it to the lake with Seraphine before passion got the best of him, thus he gently removed her hands from his hair, and lead her out of the bedroom.
"I bet it’s cold", she stated in a way that imitated Carlotta’s airs and graces just too perfectly, when Erik left her side to head for the water.
"Terribly", the dramatic response came, "We’ll both freeze to death."
"For sure."
"Absolutely."
A few seconds were shared with nothing but a grin at each other before Seraphine decided to at least try how cold it actually was. And to her great delight, it felt good, being neither too warm nor too cool, just perfectly fitting for what her body wanted to do with Erik’s.
"You know", she stated with sweet viciousness, swimming around a bit to get used to the temperature, "I could lose something precious here by intention and make you searching for it all night because I’m so mean."
Erik followed her with a laugh and dived under, disappearing in the almost black water from her sight.
"Oh great", she sighed when he chose to not appear for a while, causing a slight unease in her stomach. With a sudden movement, however, he came to the surface right in front of her and ducked her head under water as he went down once more. In a shocked reaction, Seraphine opened her eyes to see Erik’s form in the dark depths, only to feel his lips upon hers an instant later. She grabbed whatever part of his body was near her fingers and shared an impassioned kiss with him until her lungs protested, forcing both of them to return to the surface. Erik found hardly time to gasp for air before her tongue invaded his mouth again, this time definitely dominating their playful battle.
"We need to move to a more shallow place or you’ll end up drowning me", he told her when he felt her impatience.
"Better you drowning than me."
"I love you, too", he sighed and she laughed at those mocking words, swimming closer to the shores and waiting for him to follow. Almost roughly he pulled her body towards his own to join them, and the moan of his name from her lips filled his underground lair. In an instinctive reaction, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling how he shuddered in pleasure as she buried him even deeper inside her, and yet she just couldn’t stop since he turned her whole being into a burning abyss of lust. His hands moved over her body to support her in establishing a rhythm instead of himself, the will to let her do as she pleased finally taking over. All too soon, his name was cried out once more, filling his mind with images of many other nights that had been spent in sweet bliss. Erik’s body reacted to the memories as well as the feeling of Seraphine’s body so close to his own, making him claim her lips in a kiss of fierce passion until he found himself able to move again without shaky legs.
"You are quite vocal tonight", he mentioned at the sight of Seraphine who had never looked more satisfied.
"I don’t know what’s gotten into me", she admitted although her mind was busy with finding reasons.
"Liar…", his amused voice reached her ear, "It’s the imagination of what the Ducards would say if they knew what you’re doing right now."
"How do you know?"
He sighed at her stunned expression.
"I’ve been raised with you, Seraphine. By now, I can tell almost any step you’re about to take."
"You didn’t know I was coming to you tonight, though."
"No", he smiled at her, "and it’s good to know that there are things that surprise even me after all those years. Such as the fact that we’re looking forward to becoming parents."
A gentle hand covered her belly, making her give a content purr.
"And now let’s get out of the water, love, or you’ll catch a cold", he told her before he added a playful clap on her bottom to his order.
Seraphine awoke in the early morning even before sunrise although she couldn’t actually see it, as the Phantom’s lair didn’t show anything of the world above. Instead she had to rely on the antique clock on the wall before she dedicated herself to the pleasant task of simply looking at Erik who slept peacefully unaware to her gaze. Yet, after a while he stirred to finally wake up with a start, causing her to jump because of the sudden movement. She couldn’t get rid off the suspicion that he somehow felt whenever she stared at him in his sleep as she had done so many times, always having him waking up. It was her sadistic and just as stubborn side that made her do it again, though, and partly it was also his fault because he appeared like a seductive god even in that state.
"I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to wake you", she whispered to him, cuddling against his body and feeling him relax when his arms went around her. He still felt exhausted from last night that had allowed only little rest, but he was glad for every moment of it, every touch and kiss in the knowledge that Seraphine belonged to him by all means.
"Do you already have to go?", he asked, the pain too evident in his voice.
"No, not before midday. Try not to think of it, Erik."
"How?"
A smile appeared on her face and she moved to whisper into his ear.
"From tomorrow night on, we won’t ever have to go through that again. The Ducards can go to hell, and we can spend every single minute of our time with each other, doing however we please."
She received a soft sigh that expressed his content about her words since he knew she was telling the truth. Only one more day, his mind repeated over and over again, only one more day in loneliness and longing for what should have never been taken from him. Erik opened his eyes to find her moving her right hand over his chest while the other played with his hair.
"I am completely at your mercy", he suddenly stated in bliss, but she touched his lips to silence him.
"And I will take care of you as long as I live", the reassuring words set his soul to a so far unknown peace as if they cradled it in their arms, singing lovely lullabies to it, "Even longer than that, love."
The following minutes were spent in silent harmony, only skin on skin, and tender kisses pressed against soft flesh. Erik caught himself experiencing the feeling of being home – a kind of home his actual lair could never be to him since it offered so much pain and loneliness, never having a word of comfort for his tortured soul. In Seraphine’s arms, however, all his suffering disappeared into meaningless little clouds that faded away to reveal the blue sky he had been forced to live without for a too long time.
"Sometimes I feel like I’m still dreaming", he said, his eyes looking at the vaults above them, "I could wake up one day and realize I’m still stuck with the damned Gypsies. Or worse…"
Seraphine sighed his name before taking his head in both her hands to force his gaze on her.
"You are not dreaming, Erik. And thus you won’t wake up some day, either. How can I just make you understand?"
"By proving it maybe?", the fire in his eyes gave away the intention behind his innocent appearing question.
"Oh yes, let me be your whore", she replied in laughter, but didn’t forget to smack him across his chest for punishment. Erik caught her wrist to press a kiss against the pulse, biting slightly into the skin.
"Let’s pretend you were, Seraphine… Imagine you were one of many in a brothel here in Paris and a letter arrived about midday from the Opera’s Phantom, informing you and the others that he wants a girl for the following night, paying a high price. Would you stand up and ask for that offer?"
"Of course not", she replied in fake indignation to his question, "I’d be terrified. I’d rather earn no money the whole night long than please a mysterious, dark ghost I only know rumors about."
"You get sent there, though, as you are the youngest and the other whores refuse to go in fear for their life and safety. So there you are… alone, uncertain of what may come, probably scared because of all those terrible rumors…"
Erik’s hand grabbed the mask that lay next to the bed and put it on his face, raising into a sitting position.
"After meeting the Phantom at the arranged place in the Opera, you get blindfolded", with that he produced a silky cloth from somewhere behind the bed to cover Seraphine’s eyes with the soft material, "and are led down into his dark lair. Still being blind, you feel his arms undressing you, whispering soft words of admiration in your ear."
She swore she could feel him grinning during a short silence, until his voice came in a seductive tone to her ear, realizing he had moved behind her without letting her notice.
"I’ll have to skip that part since we are already undressed."
"An inexcusable mistake."
"I know – forgive me", the strong grip of his hand on her arm forced her to stand up and come to a halt in front of his body that was close enough to her own to make her feel his warmth, but not allow any touch yet. Erik’s voice returned to the game as he moved a hand over her skin from behind.
"You are beautiful… so beautiful", with a sudden step forward, she felt his arousal pressing against her body, her breasts being cupped with his hands, his speaking voice menacing and bitter-sweet at the same time, "Can you feel how much I want you?"
Seraphine swallowed hard at the imagination that every little detail of their game were real, and moaned as one of Erik’s hands pressed forcefully between her legs where a throbbing pain, caused by desire, was woken.
"Will you hurt me, Monsieur?", no question from her mouth could have sounded more innocent.
"Behave and you will be rewarded with pleasure. But refuse me", at those words his voice turned ice-cold, sending a shiver down her spine, "and you shall experience what it means to bear the Phantom’s wrath."
Once again, his hands explored her body, lingering over her belly for a longer time as if he cherished the thought of their child, until she found herself turned around to feel a pair of hungry lips pressed to hers, an impatient tongue demanding entrance. Seraphine imagined what it would be like to have Erik kissing her for the first time in a situation like that and tried to act at least a bit surprised, although it was hard to not forget the game and wrap her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
"Do you know how much I paid for you?", he led her back to the bed, one hand still cupping her breast possessively.
"I’ve only been told it was quite a lot…"
"Exactly. And for that, I have the right to take you all night."
A shiver showed him that his words had not failed their intention to both arouse her and set her into a state of slight, mainly played fear.
"Get on the bed", he followed her as she obeyed silently, "Tonight I shall teach you how to please the Opera Ghost."
Erik made sure to trap her body beneath his own before he removed the blindfold from her eyes, gazing down on her in a sinister smile. With every second, he loved his game even more, as if it proved to him that there was nothing standing between them, nothing threatening their feelings for each other – at least nothing rising from anyone of them since the hate against the Ducards hung above them like a rain cloud. He would not waste his time on them, though, he decided and pushed them away from his mind to return to their delightful play.
"I will take my mask off now", he informed her in a cruel tone that allowed no refuses to look away.
Slowly, his right hand rose to his covered face side to remove the mask and reveal what lay underneath it. Seraphine tried to imagine how anyone could feel disgust at that sight, yet she didn’t succeed, feeling only love whenever she looked at him for he was handsome to her. With a sudden and just as quick movement, Erik’s other hand pressed between her legs to slip two fingers inside her. She moaned at the unexpected penetration, but didn’t dare averting her gaze.
"Tell me how much you want me", he growled, now completely wrapped up in the role he had to play only partly – after all, he still was the Phantom of the Opera and not some untalented boy who dreamed of games like that instead of actually having them.
"I want you… please…"
The words that struggled to escape her throat were replaced by pleased moans once Erik continued to move his fingers inside her. His deformed flesh rubbed against her cheek as he bit down on her neck before whispering to her in a vicious, yet sweet voice.
"Tell me you want me inside you… taking you roughly…", he received a pleased moan that was muffled by his lips an instant later, his tongue mimicking the soft thrusting movements of his hips.
"I want you inside me… and I want you to take me hard", she brought out, getting even more aroused because of the words he made her say. With a content, yet sinister smile, Erik removed his hand from her sex and retreated a bit, only to burry himself deep inside her with a forceful thrust that aimed for a spot he already knew too well by now. His success was rewarded with a moan, carefully avoiding his name as he hadn’t told her of it during their game, but hardly able to control the expression about the intense pleasure he caused her. The way he established a rhythm in less than three thrusts reminded her that he most probably wouldn’t treat any woman aside from herself different than some heated whore writhing in his bed beneath his body. A part of her felt strangely touched by that feeling while the sensation of Erik’s mouth wandering over her chest, finally finding a sensitive nipple to close its lips around reminded her every senses of the pleasure he wanted to share with her because he loved her. He growled at her hands burying in his hair to keep him close to her, yet didn’t pull away or change anything about his behavior. At a certain point, she couldn’t keep herself from crying his name out loud anymore, and he looked up with burning eyes, releasing himself in a last, powerful thrust into her body. She knew she had spoiled the end of their game by breaking back into reality, but considering the look he gave her, he felt rather touched by her obvious emotions than actually angry or disappointed.
"I love you", he whispered to her, his lips sharing a gentle kiss with hers as the pleasure slowly faded away, "I wished any man could have a woman like you, Seraphine."
"To make money with me?"
"No", his soft laughter moved her heart, "Only to make them realize how it feels like to have you around, to feel you…"
Using his teeth, he nibbled at her neck and felt her arching up against him.
"I would never sell you. And as much as I have to admit that I utterly enjoyed our little spoiled game", he gave her a wink, "I’d never take a whore. Some may carry diseases, but mainly they are nothing but poor, helpless creatures – most of their fates similar to mine."
"You didn’t sell your body…"
"Good point – but then again, am I not selling it to you every minute we spend with each other?"
"And what kind of payment do you receive?", she asked with a smile, touching his face while closing her eyes and trying to feel him with only her fingers. He purred at her touch that brought him so much pleasure, the reply to her question taking its time.
"The payment I receive from you, my angel, is that you let me seduce you over and over again…"
"Because I love you, my dark seducer", she whispered against his lips, and as a response she found his mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss that also revealed his anger about the knowledge that she had to leave some time today. But now she was with him, her every touch encircling his senses, beguiling his body that craved for nothing but the gift to hold her in its arms. And without a word, Seraphine granted him that wish until he felt taken back in safety again and spent the rest of the time until midday with watching her sleep, one hand always resting on her belly that carried both their future and love’s evidence.
By midday, Erik helped Seraphine getting dressed, but refused to bind her corset as tightly as it had been at her arrival. He truly cared about her and the unborn child’s health, and nothing would change his mind about the fact that such clothes could hardly be considered comfortable, let alone healthy. After doing her hair, he seemed to be content, leading her out of the bedroom when she suddenly turned around to face him with a look he had rarely seen on her face so far.
"Can you play for me?"
"And what?"
"Anything… I don’t mind as long as you play."
"Alright then", he nodded with a smile.
They still had enough time for her wish, besides, Madame Giry would always come up with a convincing excuse just in case the Ducards’ carriage arrived earlier than announced. Seraphine sat down on the cushioned piano stool, taking in Erik’s sight as he moved to take a seat in front of her. For a moment, she was able to see the concentration on his face that showed his mind racing because of the various pieces of music offering themselves to him. When he placed his fingers on the keys, however, the music almost immediately flooded through his veins, filling every sense in his body with the emotion he had felt while having composed the song he played now. Seraphine wrapped her hands around him from behind and rested her head against his back at the realization that nothing but his soul revealed itself in the music. She stroked up and down his firm chest, the white blouse being in her way although it was half opened, and thus she moved her hands down to his pants. A terribly wrong tone showed her both the surprise and pleasure her touch brought him, yet she winced at the pain in her ears. Erik closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued his music while it became harder and harder to concentrate on hitting the right keys. He felt her body pressing against his back as if she silently craved for never letting him go anywhere else after last night, but the familiar tension building up in his groin forced him to abandon his thoughts and give a sound somewhere between a low moan and a growl that urged her hands to move faster. Hitting the final accords, Erik found blissful release under her touch, grabbing her hands that tightly moved over his chest, caressing his nipples. By evening, he certainly would discover a few nice bruises on his flesh, yet he cherished the way she graced his skin with her finger nails for it proved that she was truly here with him and not just a pleasant dream.
"You little devil", he finally panted at the reaction she caused to his body whenever she touched him.
"That from the man who wanted me to be a whore yesterday night", she whispered into his ear, pressing a slight kiss against his shoulder. Smiling in amusement, he sat and enjoyed the warmth of her body against his, the silence only disturbed by his breath that still needed to calm down. Then, however, he moved his head to the side, gazing backwards.
"How much more time?"
"A few minutes…"
"Let me go", she frowned at the harsh tone that followed her words, but obeyed in silence. Erik got up, pulled her to her feet, shifted the cushioned stool closer to the organ and motioned for Seraphine to take a seat with her back to the music instrument – or better, pushed her down again before falling on his knees in front of her. She still didn’t know how to take his weird behavior, yet when his hands rested on both her thighs and gently pressed them further apart, it dawned on her. With a quiet sigh, she leaned back against the organ, biting back a moan as Erik buried his head between her legs. Anything he did with his lips and tongue simply felt perfect, the thought appearing that he truly was an expert in whatever he set his fingers upon. It was bliss she wore no undergarment, and it also was an unbelievable luck how easily those dresses were pushed aside to do more delightful things than being the pretty daughter of Paris’ richest family in public.
"God, Erik…", he looked up, his fingers replacing his lips and tongue, and grinned.
"It’s enough if you call me Erik, love."
She quietly laughed at his reply, but cried out his name again the next instant when her release swept over her. He held onto her body with tender caressing, watching the pleasure on her face that proved his utter success.
"I don’t think I will be able to move after this", her smile made him laugh and rise to claim her lips in a soft kiss, allowing her to taste herself.
"You just realized my motivation, then."
"Exhaust me to keep me down here?"
"Such a clever little head", Erik praised her, but pulled her to her feet since he knew that their shared time was finally over by now. And he was looking forward to a lot of work if he truly wanted to go away with her two nights ahead, thus he needed the remaining days to organize and get anything done.
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