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Mirror	By : BellaLaura Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 6356 -:- 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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A/N Thanks for the feedback. Like we said we know this story is silly, but its meant in good fun.

Sarah smiled as she squirmed out of his arms. “I have no doubt of that, but…” she reached and took his hand in her small one. “I would hate to miss seeing those stars because we fell down the stairs in this darkness.” She pulled on his hand as she turned saying, “Follow me.”

Erik did follow her, trying to hide his amusement. She couldn’t know that even in this darkness his eyes could see the outline of all the furniture and doorways. Or of you my dear, he thought wickedly, enjoying the outline of her backside as she carefully guided him through the room.

They moved through the living room to the stairs at the front of the house. Each ascending step creaked as they moved upon it. Turning a corner, Sarah moved carefully up the last few steps, stopping to find the doorknob.

Opening the door, she gave a nervous laugh. “It’s a good thing you can’t see the mess the place is.”

“I assure you,” he growled as he pulled her tightly to him. “That is the last thing on my mind...Sarah.” Unable to withstand another second, he captured her mouth with his own. Like two starving souls they consumed each other, as if the events downstairs had occurred an eternity ago rather than mere moments.

Not wanting to break apart, Erik moved to lift her in his arms. Eagerly Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist as Erik made the journey from doorway to bed in a few long strides of his legs. As they fell upon the mattress, Erik grabbed her arms from around his neck, pinning her wrists above her head. His lips moved from her mouth, marking her skin above her pulse point with his teeth. Sarah writhed underneath him as his lips moved possessively across her fevered flesh.

“Oh…god,” she hissed as Erik took an already sensitive nipple between his teeth.

“I am glad…” he drew deeply upon the tight bud before continuing. “That you hold me in such high esteem, my dear.” At her throaty moan Erik moved to clasp her wrists with one hand, retracing familiar territory with the other. A streak of wicked enjoyment coursed through him as he plunged two long fingers into her swollen depths, sending Sarah into almost immediate spasms. His thumb moved over her in time to the strokes of his fingers, as his lips and teeth continued their torture upon her torso.

“Erik! Please… more…I want more…oh god…” Sarah’s pleading, uninhibited cries filled the room.

“What, cherie?” He growled against her stomach. “What do you want?”

“Please…”

Erik moved over her, taking Sarah’s hand and pulling it to the strained fabric of his trousers, letting her know she wasn’t the only one wanting more.

“This?” Erik whispered in her ear as he ground his hips against her. Sarah tried to push his trousers down over his hips, but Erik caught her hands, stilling them.

“Say what you desire Sarah,” he kissed the soft skin under her ear before raising up to hover over her face, tracing her cheek with his index finger. “And it shall be yours.”

The wind-driven rain began to beat upon the windows as Erik waited anxiously for Sarah to speak. He could feel her jaw tensing, her chest rising and falling harshly as she worked to verbalize what she wanted. Erik knew he could take her, but for some unexplainable reason he wanted to hear it from her lips. He needed to hear that their joining was what she desired as much as he did. Thunder rumbled in the distance, muffling her soft spoken words.

“What, cherie?” He rotated his aching groin against her again. “I did not hear you clearly. Surely your passion is not as quiet as that?” Sarah moaned as his hardness caressed her again. Her body could not endure much more of this exquisite torture. Gathering a deep breath, she reached her hands to his rear and arched against him.

“I want you”

“You have me.”

“I want to ride you.”

“How?”

Damn him…if he was going to drag it out of her come hell or high water…fine. Sarah thought. If he doesn’t understand this I am going to wake myself up.

“How?” Sarah dug her nails into Erik’s back. “I’ll tell you how.”

Erik groaned at her nails cutting into his skin. “So tell…me.”

Sarah reached to Erik’s trousers and slid them down his lean hips. “I want you to fuck me. I want to ride your amazing cock.” She reached to stroke him with her hand. “And I want it now.”

In an instant Erik turned them both over, carefully keeping Sarah’s hands away from his face, letting her instead pull the trousers from his legs and toss them on the floor. Before he could move, Sarah had straddled his hips and was holding his engorged cock in one hand.

“This is what I want,” With those words she transported Erik to heavens heretofore unknown as she slid herself onto the swollen head. Erik’s breath caught in his chest as she slid slowly, inch by agonizing inch upon him. The muscles he had felt gripping his fingers now grasped and pulsed around his cock. Inexperienced though he was, Erik could not resist the urges inside him. Grabbing Sarah by the waist, he pulled her down the remaining length of him, impaling her upon him.

“Oh fuck…” she yelled as her body sheathed him completely. It felt like he would rip through her if he moved anymore, but already her body was pushing her to let him do just that. With Erik’s hands still tightly grabbing her hips, Sarah rose up to the tip of his magnificent cock before sliding back down to the base. Her head fell back as she repeated the motion, every nerve her body possessed on fire.

Erik growled as Sarah rode him, his hands moving from her hips to her breasts and back again. The agitation being built by the slow rhythm was driving him mad. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to fuck her into orgasmic oblivion. He wanted…

Sarah squealed in surprise as Erik sat up, and still lodged deep within her, picked her up. He quickly moved from the bed, her protest dying in her mouth as her back touched the wall. Erik released one of her legs, keeping the other wrapped high on his waist. Sarah gripped his shoulders as Erik began a swift and consuming rhythm.

The sound of pouring rain and nearing thunder mixed with the pants and moans of the two swiftly losing control. Sarah felt the wall abrade her back with each of Erik’s frenzied thrusts, but she was past the point of caring. Her entire focus was on the sensations overloading her body, each deep stroke of that extraordinary cock sending her ever closer to the best orgasm of her life. Erik closed his eyes, letting the pleasure of immersing himself in her tight body wash over him. Sarah dug her nails into his back, holding on for dear life, her breath getting shorter and quicker with each passing moment.

Sarah felt the almost painful tension building, her body begging for its release. She arched against him, her mouth and eyes wide as the first wave began to flood through her. A burst of heat swept over her as a flash of lightning filled the room. In the brief illumination her eyes fell on the marred visage of the man possessing her body. She cried out at the sight as the room went to black again. Fear permeated her pleasure, the new darkness now distorting her senses. She clutched violently at his hair, attempting a tangible reassurance he was real and not of her own twisted thought. Not a nightmare but reality, she thought as he thrusted to her. Reality. Her back scraped the wall. Reality.

Sarah’s unrestrained cries thrilled Erik, ecstatic that she had given in to voicing her pleasure. Erik began to move faster, harder, deeper… allowing his own deep resounding moans to couple with Sarah’s eager ones. Confusion and fear was replaced by the pleasure coursing through her as Sarah felt her climax approaching. She closed her eyes as a another deep thrust sent her reeling. Sarah’s back arched, then went rigid, as she cried out her release.

The tensing of her body around him sent Erik over the edge. His pace became frantic as he clutched Sarah’s hips and buried himself in her. Within seconds he moaned, thrusting deep one last time and shuddering powerfully. Time seemed to freeze as they clung to one another, shaking in the aftermath of what they had shared. Finally reluctantly, Erik slowly withdrew from Sarah. Lowering her feet to the floor he caught her as she swayed.

“Oh…god.” She moaned as she leaned against him heavily. “I’m….numb. Can’t…feel my legs.” Her breath still came in gasps.

“That’s alright, cherie…” Erik smiled as he picked her up in his arms and walked back towards the bed.

Sarah wrapped one arm around his neck and reached out to caress his face with her other hand. Encountering his smooth jaw and cheek, I must have imagined something else, she thought as her hand made to move over the other side.

Trying to remain calm at the approach of her hand, Erik quickly and carefully sat her upon the bed. “Here, cherie. Rest.”

“Will you stay?”

“Of course.” He moved around the opposite side and crawled upon the bed, laying behind her and pulling her close to him. Kissing her shoulder softly, Erik reached to pull the blanket around her. “How’s that?”

Sarah sighed and relaxed. “Perfect.”

Within a minute Erik felt her body go slack as her even breathing told him she was sound asleep. Would that I could stay beside you all night, my Angel. He ran his hand over the portion of his face she had not caressed, shuddering at the feel of his own skin. But how would you take this in the daylight?

He carefully leaned to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before slowly rising and gathering his trousers. Erik paused at the door, wanting to linger. I am too much of a coward to find out…the beauty would never pick the beast.

As he quietly descended the stairs, Erik’s mind tumbled through indecisiveness. He found his remaining clothes, and pulled them on in the darkness. About to step back through the mirror, he changed direction and headed to the piano. Taking a piece of manuscript paper and pen he carefully scratched a note. Hoping it would be legible, Erik folded the paper and lay it upon the keys before turning and disappearing through the mirror.

TBC
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