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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
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Chapter six: Night

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Christine sat at the dinner table next to Amar and Erik, even at his own wedding Erik was discussing business with Amar. Christine felt like she wasn’t even there. She felt as if she was a ghost. She wished she was back with her parents, back home in England. This was not how she expected the trip to end up. Christine never thought in a million years she would become kidnapped and forced into a marriage she knew was against not God but her family if they ever heard of it. Christine hoped that someday in the future (hopefully near future) that she would see her family again.
Christine noticed that Amar stood up and left the dinner table to dance with a young girl in the crowd while Erik stood up and placed his hands on Christine’s small round shoulders. Christine shivered at the touch of Erik’s warm and very strong hands. Erik leaned and whispered, “Remember what is expected of you, my dear wife, and most of all do not forget what is expected of you tonight and tomorrow and the day after…and the after that.” Erik moved away from her to go and speak to a servant. Christine wrapped her arms around herself as if to protect herself from some unseen force that was trying to rip her to pieces.

And as if someone had sped up time as a sick joke the party was over quickly. Christine had a sneaking suspicion that Erik had ordered all the guests to leave him home immediately. After all the guests had left Amar made sure all the servants were in their quarters and then retired to sleep himself; while Erik escorted his new wife to their bed chambers.

As Christine and Erik walked together in silence he held her hand tightly making sure she didn’t run away. He was going to take her tonight and make her his and nothing could stop him. Erik could tell Christine was taking her time in getting to their chamber. Erik finally got sick of her stalling and swept her up into his arms. Christine gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck. As he carried her to the bedroom she could feel the quickness in his body as he moved.

Christine knew Erik just couldn’t wait to have her, to dominate her body. Christine still couldn’t understand why Erik would want her. Christine never thought of herself as being a very pretty girl. She always thought she was a plain girl who would never marry; not just because she never met anyone she loved but because of how plain she was. Maybe Erik liked plain girls. And then there was Christine’s age. Christine had only just turned sixteen and Erik looked so much older than her. It was almost unnatural for them to be married.

When they finally reached the dreaded bedroom Erik set Christine down onto her feet and closed and most importantly locked the door behind him. Christine had her back to him and shivered slightly when a wind came through the large balcony door that was open to let the summer air into the bedroom. Erik slowly walked up behind Christine and wrapped his arms around her front. Christine shivered once more but not from the wind. Erik pulled her a little closer to his body and ran his hands up her chest until one hand was resting on her stomach and the other was massaging her now aching breast. Erik began to undo her sash that was wrapped around her chest and body slowly and when it was finally undone her entire attire fell to the ground. Christine now stood completely naked with her back pressed against his hard chest.

Erik slowly turned Christine’s blushing body around and cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him and most importantly made her look into his eyes. Erik tilted her head back and began kissing her neck. Christine closed her eyes and lips parted and she sighed in pleasure. As Erik pleasured Christine’s neck and collarbone with his lips and tongue his hand drifted down until he touched her wet entrance. Christine gasped and grasped Erik’s shoulders and held on so tightly Erik could feel her finger nails biting into his flesh through his over coat and shirt. “Aah…” Christine moaned as he massaged her aching little bud.

Erik smirked against her skin; here last night she had been so resistant and now she was a puppet in his masquerade of passion and desire. Erik pulled away and starred at Christine. Her lips parted and her bosom heaving up and down. Erik scooped her up in his arms and carried her little body to his bed and laid her down. Erik pulled a white sheet over her body and left her for a few minutes while he changed.

Christine lay in the bed shaking in desire. She wanted him so badly. She didn’t care anymore if he knew. But still she was so frightened of the act itself. She was afraid of giving herself completely to a man; to this man. To allow her most sacred place to be violated by a man who only wanted her because she had never been touched. Christine was afraid of allowing him anything and yet she wanted to give him everything. Christine only starred at the bathroom doorframe waiting for Erik to emerge.

Christine was both afraid and excited. And a moment later Erik appeared in the doorway wearing only the black dress pants he had worn earlier at the ceremony. Christine looked away before she had time to even glance at his Hercules body. Outside Christine and Erik could both hear Persian dance music playing loudly and the sounds of laughing men, women and of children. Erik walked over to the wardrobe and took out a gown Erik had brought in for Christine to wear tomorrow. Erik walked over to the bed and handed Christine the dress. “Get dress, we’re going out.” Erik said before he went back to the wardrobe to change into something casual. Christine was nothing short of shocked.

What had just happened? One minute Christine expected to be ravaged by this God of a man and the next she was handed a gown and told to get dressed. And where was Erik taking her? But Christine was about to argue with him so she stood up and pulled the lavender scented orange red gown and zipped the back on and put on a pair of sandals she wore during the wedding. Erik came out of the bathroom wearing a loose white shirt, black pants and a black leather coat and a black mask that covered both sides of his face. “Are you ready?” Erik asked. Christine shook her head.

Erik walked out of the bedroom with Christine behind him. Erik knocked on Amar’s door. “Isn’t he asleep?” Christine asked Erik who only shook his head and held up his hand. The only opened a minute later and two young women walked out giggling and clutching their clothes to their bodies. The beautiful muscular body of Amar appeared a moment later, his tan skin glistening with perspiration from his mad love making to both of the young women. “Are you up for a dance?” Erik asked his brother. Amar smiled, this was not the stone Amar Christine had seen, this was a loose Amar. “I’m up for anything at this hour.” Amar said walking back into his room and retrieving his shoes and shirt and jacket.

So with Christine the two brothers left the mansion with the servants asleep to join the party down below. Erik loved going out at night and being with just regular people. Nadir Khan, Erik’s guardian and Amar’s father, had brought Erik to these types of parties when Erik was still only ten years old. Nadir had taught Erik everything he knew, and that included love and women. Nadir taught Erik how to respect certain women, and in certain ways. Nadir taught Erik that not every two women are alike.

When they reached the party below Amar was swept away by an older Persian woman of forty but still youthful looking; the years had been kind to her. What Christine found very charming about Amar was that he respected a woman no matter the age or how she looked, Erik did the same but not exactly like Amar. Amar was a Casanova and Erik seemed like a darker lover. He was more of an Ares type man.

Erik sat with Christine next to a fire while Erik chatted with an old man. The old man looked wealthy with three women by his side and six henchmen or so near him as well. Christine guessed this man was very important. Suddenly Amar was upon them. “Care to dance Christine?” Amar said flashing his very, very charming smile that made Christine speechless. Christine looked at Erik who nodded his head, allowing Christine this one dance. Amar took her hand and led her to where everyone else was dancing. He pulled Christine close and suddenly he was serious again.

“Christine, the man Erik is talking to dangerous,” Amar spoke so only she could hear him. “Do not worry; I will not let anything happen to him. But remember never to introduce yourself as Erik’s wife, never his wife. Understand?” Amar told her sternly. Christine looked into Amar’s and nodded her head. “I promise.” Christine whispered. Amar nodded his head and kissed her hand and led her back to Erik. “She’s all yours again, brother.” Amar said handing her off to Erik.

After Erik was finished talking to the old man Erik took Christine away from the party and took her for a walk down the street, but he never strayed to far from the party. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Erik asked her as he held her hand. Christine smiled and nodded her head. “I am thank you.” Christine answered him sweetly. “Um…why didn’t you just…make me…why didn’t you consummate our marriage? Why did you bring me here?” Christine asked him suddenly stopping. Erik turned to her and sighed. “Because I wanted you to understand that I am not the tyrant you believe me to be. I am different,” Erik paused and sighed. “I am many things Christine, a killer, a wanted criminal, a leader; but I am also an artist, I am passion, I can gentle, loving. And hopefully in time you come to realize that I can be a very, very persuasive and cunning lover as well.” Erik said before pulling her tightly to his body.

Erik only starred into her wide eyes before pushing her hard against an old burned down house. Christine gasped when Erik pressed his mouth hard against hers. Christine moaned deeply as his tongue thrust inside of her mouth and Christine could only wonder what that other special part of him could do while thrusting wildly in and out of her. Christine had a strong feeling Erik was an animal when it came to passionate love making. She was sure he would take her not as gentle as he described; but as hard as possible and the thought of Erik inside of her, between her legs, on top of her and dominating her made that same pool of heat and liquid form within her belly and between her aching legs and she yearned for Erik’s hands on her, stroking her sensitive bud. She longed for him to touch her breasts and she wanted him to make her his once and for all.

“Erik…” Christine moaned against his mouth. Erik’s lips traveled down her neck and she moaned softly when he roughly began kneading her breast through the fabric of her dress. “Yes, tell me what you want, my little love.” Erik whispered against her heavenly flesh. “Take me back to mansion and make me yours.”
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