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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 08

Marianne froze in panic for a moment as she heard Erik’s voice behind her and then she started running frantically. She could hear his laughter echoing behind her. She didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of the gardens surrounding her manor once more, the air burning in her lungs.

‘How foolish of me! How could I have been so stupid?’. As she entered her house through the veranda, she run up the stairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her, sinking to the floor. ‘What was I thinking? Staring at a naked man like a common harlot… Oh my goodness! He saw me! What will he think of me now? I thought it was bad before, but this is even worse! I can never look him in the eyes again! I’m never leaving this house for the rest of my life!’

Erik stepped out of the lake, putting his slacks on and sitting on the grass by the lake. He felt the sun burning on his skin and allowed his lips to part in a genuine smile.

‘So, Mademoiselle Pinon is not so haughty after all, is she? I never would have expected something like that from her. Was it mere curiosity for a male body, or was it directed at me? I would certainly do the same if the roles were reversed and I had the pleasure of watching her alabaster skin glistening in the sun.’

He smiled again, mirth overtaking him as he thought of what her reaction would be to something like that. He knew he had shocked her when he invited her to join him in the lake, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of teasing the beautiful yet infuriating woman.

He stood, taking with him his shirt, putting it on as he started walking slowly back to his house. The only thought that kept coming back to his mind as he covered the distance to his home was that the Rouen scenery was proving to be more exciting than he ever could hope for.

A week later, Erik found himself riding the circumference of his property once more, as he had done for the past few days in the hope that he would encounter his lovely neighbour. He was curious as to what her reaction would be the next time they met, but as he approached the perimeter to Marianne’s estate, he felt somewhat disappointed that after so many days, he still hadn’t as much as caught a glimpse of her. As he started heading back to his house, sure that he would not encounter her once more, he heard the gallop of a steed to his right.

Turning his head, he saw Marianne on her horse, treading towards the woods separating the two estates. He watched her from afar as she kept a steady pace and decided that he would go after her.

As he reached her, he saw her turn her head to his direction, alarmed at the sound of another horse approaching her. As soon as she registered his presence, he saw her face pale and her eyes widen in shock. He smiled at her innocently, and hastened his speed, approaching her quickly. Marianne spurred her horse to accelerate its pace, anxiously trying to find refuge from him, failing miserably.

Marianne felt panic overtake her as she realized there was no way to escape him. ‘I cannot believe that I run into him again, after having spent the past week locked up in my house!’ She spurred her horse on to go faster, and suddenly saw that he had caught up with her, riding right next to her.

“Good afternoon Mademoiselle. How delightful that we keep running into each other.” Erik said, his voice mellow.

Marianne opened her mouth but no words came out. She was astonished at herself, not being able to utter a single word in response. It was the first time that she witnessed Erik dressed in an elegant manner. He wore a perfectly tailored black vest and jacket over his black trousers, a diamond pin holding his black cravat in place.

When she didn’t respond to him, Erik pressed on. “Mademoiselle Pinon, a simple good afternoon will do.” he spoke again, in a condescending manner, smiling at her pleasantly.

Marianne blushed, turning her gaze from him, stubbornly looking ahead.

Erik suppressed a laugh, letting her precede him by a few meters, and then, picking up his pace, persisted. “Mademoiselle, you hurt my feelings. Am I not even worthy of a courteous salute from you?”

Marianne turned to him, bringing her horse to a standstill unexpectedly, meeting his eyes with a venomous look. “How dare you Monsieur! What nerve to address me when not but a week ago you were swimming naked in my lake!” The moment that the words left her mouth, she knew she was in trouble.

“Mademoiselle Pinon, if I’m not mistaken the lake belongs to the both of us, I would never dare use it for my recreation otherwise; but please, let us not dwell on such trivial matters. I trust you are in good health?”

Marianne was stunned at the gall of this man! She stared at him for a few seconds, her jaw dropping, and then collected her wits about her reclaiming a tranquil façade. “Monsieur Destler, if you must use the lake, could you please take care that you are properly dressed while doing so? I was abhorred at your indescribable appearance!”

“I didn’t realize my appearance was so unappealing to you Mademoiselle; quite the contrary, since you were observing me for quite a while.” The tone of his voice was soothing as he uttered the words, almost as if he were urging her to differ with him.

Appalled at his audacity, Marianne gave him a fierce look, grasping the reins to her horse tightly and prepared to flee his presence, when she felt his hand encircling her wrist, steadying her.

“Not so fast Mademoiselle. I’m not quite finished with you yet.” he spoke with a calm, deceivingly sweet voice.

“Are you mad!?” Marianne was absolutely horrified at this point. Frantically, she tried to break free from his grasp but failed when his hand clenched tighter around her wrist.

“Let go of me at once!” she demanded.

Erik said nothing as he kept her in place with little effort. She pulled her hand harder, only to invoke Erik’s reaction of hauling her towards him with force. They struggled for a few moments, until suddenly Marianne lost her balance. Erik, in an effort to protect her from falling over, tried to catch her in his arms but it was too late. Marianne fell, pulling Erik with her.

At the last moment, he was able to shield her body with his own, hitting the ground before her with his back, Marianne landing on top of him, tightly locked in his embrace.

Catching her breath, Marianne looked down at him in astonishment. “You really are mad!”

Not uttering a word, Erik turned her over so that he was now laying on top of her and kissed her hard on the lips. Marianne froze. She didn’t respond at first, shocked by the feel of his velvet lips against her own. He seized kissing her for a brief second, drawing his head back to gaze into her eyes and before she could protest, captured her mouth once more with a hungry urgency.

Her hands pushed at his hard chest; but only for a split second. As he reclaimed her mouth, she became overwhelmed with emotion, grasping his head in her hands, pulling him closer. When Erik felt her respond to his kiss, he lost all control of his senses. Marianne felt his probing tongue as he begged for entry to her mouth. She allowed him entry, his tongue sliding between her waiting lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

They were lost in a whirlwind of sensation, as he plundered her mouth with his own. Marianne put her arms around Erik’s neck, pulling him even closer, driving him crazy with the passion she bestowed upon him. It was a long time before they broke apart, both breathing heavily.

Erik’s eyes travelled to her trembling swollen lips, trying to resist the urge to claim her sweet mouth again in a searing kiss. Instead, he brought his lips to hers once more, giving her a chaste kiss before drawing back and looking into her eyes again. Marianne avoided his eyes as she tried to calm down, blushing profusely under his scrutinizing gaze.

Erik stood slowly, pulling her to her feet. Marianne still wouldn’t meet his gaze. Searching her face for a reaction, he started removing leaves from her hair, causing her to look up at him. The look in her eyes confused him. He saw passion intermingled with shame as she averted her eyes from his once more.

Giving her time to collect herself, he walked over to her horse and brought the animal back to her. He assisted her in mounting the steed as Marianne seemed to still be in a haze. He caught her hand between his palms and kissed it tenderly.

“Please be careful on your way back. I hope you have a pleasant rest.” he whispered softly, the words barely reaching her ears.

Marianne gave a small nod, not trusting her voice, and started treading back to her home. Erik watched her ride away, standing there long after she had disappeared from his sight.

He mounted his horse, feeling the cloth of his trousers restricting his movements painfully. As he rode away, her beautiful face came back to him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

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