Disclaimer: We don�t own the version of Don Juan Triumphant from the Phantom of the Opera movie with Robert Englund.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Eight-year-old Madeleine was busily working on a new story when she heard a knock at the door. Being as she was closest to it, as her mother was in the kitchen and her father was in the music room, she pushed her raven hair behind her ears and off her shoulders as she stood to walk into the foyer. She straightened her dress before opening the door, and when she looked up, she gasped and her blue eyes went wide. "Raoul!"
Raoul reached up, removing his top hat and holding it tightly in his hands. "Madeleine, good afternoon." He murmured, looking a bit nervously at the girl in front of him. "May I speak to your mother?"
Maddy shook her head fiercely and went to close the door. "You're an evil man!" She announced, glaring at him as her cheeks flushed pink.
"No, please!" He cried, grasping the doorframe. "I am leaving the country, I wished only to say goodbye. Please, Madeleine?"
Maddy eyed him cautiously. She'd made that mistake three years ago and she wasn't about to make it again. He looked so helpless, however. She sighed and frowned. "Don't move... I'll go get her." She closed the door and turned to go get her mother from the kitchen. "Mamma," she said softly, "Raoul's here and he wants to talk to you."
Christine turned to her with wide eyes. "What?!"
Maddy clasped her hands together in front of her, her eyes on the ground as she murmured nervously, "He says he wants to say goodbye."
Christine sighed heavily and gathered her skirts as she went to the door, and opened it cautiously. She inhaled sharply as she saw Raoul, and she bit her lip as she gazed up at him with a cold, hard stare. Meanwhile, Maddy went to the music room and knocked softly before entering. "Papa... I just thought you'd like to know that Raoul is here and he wishes to speak with Mamma. He said he wanted to say goodbye to her."
Erik looked up at Madeleine and frowned, standing and striding from the room. He stopped before entering the foyer and watched to see what would happen.
Raoul looked at Christine and chanced a small smile. "Good afternoon, Madame Destler." He said formally, still wringing his top hat in his hands. "I wished only to come and apologize for my behavior over the past years, and to tell you that I am going away. Philippe arranged a marriage for me... I am going to America with my wife."
Christine's eyes widened in surprise and she almost stepped forward, but instead just opened the door wider so that she could be face to face with him. "You're going to America?" She asked, not quite believing her ears.
Raoul nodded and relaxed slightly. "Yes, my wife has family there and she would like to see them again." He said simply, looking deeply into her eyes.
Christine nodded and smiled softly. "That's wonderful, Raoul. I... I'm proud of you, for moving on." She wondered if she sounded foolish but she really couldn't focus on it at the moment. Reality was hardly sinking in.
Raoul nervously cast his eyes about before meeting Christine's gaze again. "I will always remember you, Christine." He said softly, before replacing his hat on his head. "I do not know if I shall ever return here... so I suppose this is goodbye."
Christine nodded as she felt her heart ache. She wished that they could've had a close friendship, instead of having the disasters that occurred in earlier years. She missed the childhood friendship she had had with him, but she knew she was glad he was finally moving on. Smiling, she reached out to take his hand, and stepped closer, squeezing his hand softly. "I wish you well, Raoul. Be safe, alright? You know what they say about those Americans..." She smiled and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Raoul sighed softly and held Christine close, then pulled back and placed a small kiss to the back of her hand. "If it does not displease you I may write." He said softly.
Christine nodded. "I'll be looking forward to it," she murmured, squeezing his hand once more before stepping back behind the threshold.
Raoul smiled one last time, before adjusting his cloak and turning from the door. Casting a glance back, he gave a slight wave. "Be well, Christine. Goodbye."
Christine watched him go and smiled. She felt relief wash over her, that she basically would be able to keep her friendship with him. She sighed softly before turning and closing the door behind her, and moving back toward the kitchen.
Erik strode forward and grasped Christine's hand tightly in his own. He had heard the conversation and he wanted to be sure that his wife was alright. Gently he tugged her into his arms and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "So he is leaving, then?"
Christine nodded as she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. "I... I don't know if this would upset you, but I told him he could write. I... I want to try to have that friendship with him, at least." She squeezed Erik tighter around the waist.
Erik nodded, nuzzling his face into Christine's neck. "I understand, and I am perfectly okay with it, my dear. I no longer consider him a threat." Lovingly he tilted Christine's chin up and placed a soft kiss to her lips.
Christine lifted her arms to wrap around his neck and hold him close. She pulled back slightly and caressed his face as she gazed up into his eyes. "I am so thankful that I have a considerate husband like you." She pecked him on the lips. "I love you, Erik."
X
Erik walked up the stairs in the early morning with a broad smile. Christine was still in bed and he had a surprise for his wife. Walking into their bedroom, he sat at the edge of the bed and stroked his fingers through Christine's hair. "My dear, wake up... I have a surprise..."
Christine moaned softly and rolled over to lay on her stomach, burying her face into the pillow. She mumbled incoherently and clutched her pillow as she tried to fall back into the wonderful sleep she had been in.
Erik frowned, leaning down to trail his lips down Christine's neck. "A surprise, my dear.. a surprise for you, but you must wake up now." He said as he nibbled just below her ear.
Christine groaned and heaved a great sigh into the pillow before sitting up and pushing all her hair off her shoulders. She fell against Erik and wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. "Carry me," she said groggily, her eyes closing.
Erik chuckled, standing with Christine in his arms. "Gladly." He murmured, carrying Christine down the stairs and to the music room. Reaching the piano, he set her down on the bench and sat beside her. On top of the shiny black instrument was some music, apparently freshly written. Gently he shuffled through them and handed some papers to Christine. "Stand up now my dear, and sing this." He stated, placing the piano score on the piano to read.
Christine was fully awake now, and she looked down at the music with wide eyes. She cleared her throat and hummed softly for a moment to warm up her voice before she looked down at the score and squinted her eyes to see it closely.
Gently Erik put his hands on the piano and looked lovingly at his wife. "I wrote this for you to sing, and only for you to sing." He murmured, before playing the introduction slowly, savoring the notes.
Christine had always been fairly good at site reading, and when she began, she smiled at Erik, loving the song with all her heart already. "Your eyes see but my shadow," she sang, focusing hard to sing the right notes. "My heart is overflowing." She placed her hands on Erik's shoulders as she moved closer to see the notes and follow them. "There's so much you could learn to love... you're not content knowing." Seeing the decrescendo he'd placed over the last words, she gradually began to get softer. "Tenderly you could see my soul." She grinned happily as she squeezed Erik's shoulders.
Erik grinned, finishing out the last chords, then turning to look at Christine with tears in his eyes. "Perfect..." He murmured, taking her hands in his and dropping a kiss to the backs of them both. "Absolutely perfect..."
Christine squealed happily and sat down on his lap on the piano bench, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "Oh, Erik, I love it! It's simply beautiful and it's so sweet that you wrote it for me!" She grinned and kissed him full on the lips to show her gratitude.
Erik smiled and kissed Christine back, loving the feel of her against him. "I love you so, Christine...� He murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Christine ran her fingers through his soft hair and adjusted slightly in his lap, almost nervously. She bit her lower lip before placing a hand on his chest and looking deeply into his eyes. "Erik... the twins are in school now..."
Erik grinned, nibbling at Christine's neck. "Yes... which means we have plenty of time to ourselves..." He whispered, sliding his hands down Christine's back to grasp her rear, then clutched her hips.
Christine giggled slightly and pushed at his chest and arms, grabbing the sides of his face to look into his eyes and get his full attention. "Erik, my love." She shifted nervously and avoided his eyes, instead looking at his bowtie. "I... I mean, that now all the children are in school, so... So I could return to the opera." When she finished explaining she chewed at her lower lip, wondering what his reaction would be.
Erik nodded slowly, stroking Christine's cheek. "Yes... you could, if you wished to." He said softly, not sure exactly how to react. Of course he knew Christine would once again wish to be on the stage... but after giving birth to four children, would she be accepted?
Christine took his soft voice to mean that he was displeased with the idea, and she took his hand to squeeze it. "I mean, I love being with you all day long and no interruptions, Erik, it's just... We can't just spend our entire days making love..." She sighed and realized that if she did go back to the opera then she would not be able to pick the children up from their schools or have dinner ready every single night, or do her daily chores that were her job as a mother and wife. "Nevermind," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "It was a bad idea."
Erik shook his head. "No, my dear... you should go back to the Opera, you have wanted to for a long time. I can take care of things here, I assure you... I only worry that the managers may not take you back."
Christine sighed and glanced to the new music on the piano. "I'm thinking that with this piece, Erik, I can audition and earn the role I once had." Her eyes sparkled excitedly. "Wouldn't it be splendid, Erik? You and the children could come to watch me perform, and perhaps one day they will sing in the opera, as well!"
Erik smiled softly, kissing Christine's cheek. "Yes.. perhaps they will." He breathed, holding his wife close.
Christine rested her head against his as she held him tightly, and said softly, "I wish you and I could perform onstage together. If only others could hear your voice, Erik... they'd simply love you." She sighed, telling herself to be grateful that she was married to him and she could sing with him and hear his voice whenever she wanted.
X
Christine sighed softly and smiled down at Maddy as she chased one of the young offspring of her bunnies around the kitchen. All of her children were so fast and she couldn't help but think about how proud of them she was. She turned away from the scene before her and started to hum as she went back to kneading the dough before her. The Destler family sure loved bread. She grinned when Bella came running into the kitchen and started to chase the young rabbit, as well.
Erik frowned and followed the sound of laughter into the kitchen, opening the door and looking at the scene before him. His eyes met Christine's and he smiled, walking toward his wife and wrapping his arms around her waist. He'd been gone with Jules negotiating the printing of another of his songs, and he had found that he missed his wife quite a bit. Gently he kissed her cheek, and squeezed her close. "I'm suddenly very hungry, my dear..." He murmured, before glancing to Maddy and Bella. "Madeleine, perhaps you should take your sister and the bunny into the other room, where the baby will be safer.."
Christine shivered and looked over to her eldest daughter, and they shared a silent communication before Maddy nodded and picked up her bunny, and then grabbed Bella's hand, pulling her away from the kitchen... far away. When she passed Charles in the sitting room, she said quietly, "Whatever you do, do not enter the kitchen." She grinned and rolled her eyes and then sat Bella on the floor.
Meanwhile, Christine leaned back against Erik as she continued to work on the bread. "How was your day, mon amour?"
Erik nuzzled his face into Christine's neck lovingly, holding her tightly in his arms as he sighed. "My day was very... trying. But I think it just got quite a bit better..." Gently he began to nibble at her neck, chuckling softly.
"Indeed it has. Dinner will be ready soon, and you said you were hungry." She smiled innocently, not really paying attention to the undertones in Erik's voice, her mind on the Opera auditions which were getting closer and closer. She started humming again and moved forward a bit to get closer to the counter top.
Erik growled low in his throat, reaching over to shut off the stove. "I'm afraid I'm hungry right now... and you seem to be meal enough for me..." he stated, turning her in his arms and lowering his mouth to possessively claim hers. Erik's hands grasped Christine's waist tightly, and he sighed against her lips, pressing his hips forward.
Christine's eyes went wide, but quickly closed as all thoughts of dinner and the opera left her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him, her fingers running through his hair as she deepened their kiss and moaned softly. She pulled her head back and lifted her bare foot to slide up the back of his leg, grinning. "You can't eat me, Erik. The children need a mother!"
Erik smiled fiendishly, lowering his mouth to nibble at her shoulder. "Than I shall be sure to leave a good portion of you uneaten." He stated. "There's really only one place I'm interesting in getting my mouth on right now, anyhow." He whispered in her ear, cheeks flushing at how bold he was today.
Christine blushed and shivered, chills running rapidly up and down her spine. Her grip on him tightened and she turned her head to nibble on his jaw. She was excited by his words, and she hadn't the slightest clue why. But he enticed her and she wouldn't mind his mouth being anywhere at this point. She moaned softly and pushed more flush against him.
Erik grinned and took Christine into his arms suddenly, lifting her to sit on the counter and kissing her passionately. "I missed you today..." He whispered, moving his hands across her back and up to the back of her neck, where he stroked softly. Leaning forward, he moved his mouth over the exposed skin of her chest, while his hands began to tug her skirts up.
Christine gasped softly and held onto his shoulders, her legs going around his torso and her ankles locking behind him. Surely he couldn't mean to... right in the kitchen! One of the children could come in! She gasped though, as shivers of delight passed through her, and her nails dug into his overcoat. "I missed you, too," she whispered back huskily, her head falling slightly back.
Erik grinned triumphantly as he finally got her skirts up around her waist, and gently he reached back to unhook her legs from around his body. Giving her a sly wink, he lowered himself to his knees and pulled Christine forward on the counter. Quickly removing his mask, he tugged Christine's legs over his shoulders and moved his mouth forward, brushing it against her most sensitive area and sighing softly. "Delicious,� he murmured, letting his tongue taste her cautiously.
Christine gasped and she reached out blindly for something to hold onto. She cried out softly and moaned as one hand went to the back of his head and the other kept her propped up on the counter. Her head fell back and she made slight whimper sounds in her throat, her eyes screwed tightly shut as overwhelming desire crashed her senses.
Erik grinned against her skin, one hand rubbing her thigh as the other came up to join his lips and tongue. Slowly he ran his tongue down to her opening, teasingly letting it slip inside of her for a moment, before withdrawing. Suddenly he moved his mouth over her hardened nub and thrust two fingers into her, curling them and brushing against that special area inside of her.
Christine cried out and groaned deeply, her hand clenching in his hair. "Oh my God, Erik!" She shouted, biting her lip to make sure she didn't get too loud. That failed though, as she felt a warmth spread throughout her lower body, and she began to shake. "Erik... Erik..." She repeated his name over and over, some in gasps, some in moans, and some even in whimpers. He'd never done anything quite like this in their entire married life and she was trembling uncontrollably.
Erik moaned softly, loving what he was doing to his wife and never wanting to stop. The sounds of her pleasure were enough to make his head spin with need, and he wondered if he should stop and make love to her as they had so many times before... but no, he wanted to do this for Christine, he wanted her to feel this pleasure completely. Moving his tongue down to her opening again, he swirled it about, before closing his lips over her most sensitive spot one again and sucking fiercely. He moved his fingers inside of his wife again, and groaned at how strongly her body was responding.
"Oh... Oh, Erik I... I--" She broke off with a loud, bellowing cry, the very counter seeming to shake as she released furiously and fell back against the counter, both hands going to the back of Erik's head as she tightened around his fingers and spasmed atop the kitchen counter. She whimpered continuously, the exquisite pleasure still washing over her.
Erik smiled broadly, slowly slipping his fingers out of his wife and curiously placing them into his mouth to clean them off. "I love you..." He whispered, lowering his mouth to lick the moisture from her release away. He moaned at the taste, and moved away, pulling Christine into his arms and holding her tightly as he tried to calm his raging desire.
Christine trembled in his arms and wrapped her own arms around him, leaning on him for support, not able to stay up by herself. "My God, Erik," she whispered against his ear, "That was amazing. Oh God." She shivered and squeezed him tighter to her, her eyes unwilling to open.
Erik held Christine tightly in his arms, nuzzling her neck and brushing his lips across her cheeks. Slowly he moved his lips to her ear and whispered seductively, "That was certainly the best tasting meal I have had in all my life." His body was shaking with need now, and he cursed himself, not wanting to ask anything of Christine, wanting only to let her rest and feel satisfied.
Christine could fell Erik's need pressing against her insistently, and she curiously reached down to undo the buttons on his pants and close her hand around his manhood as she looked up into his eyes. Just then, as she began to move her hand on his flesh, the kitchen door swung open. Bella stood in the doorway, and she was holding Philip's hand, pulling him along and talking to him with giggles. Christine gasped and her eyes went wide.
Erik growled and tugged his pants up, not bothering to button them as he pulled Christine into his arms and carried her to the door. Reaching down, he patted Bella's head, tweaked Phillip's nose, then carried his wife into the sitting room. Seeing Maddy on the couch, he said quickly, "Keep an eye on your brother and sister, they are in the kitchen." Then he carried Christine up the stairs and toward their bedroom.
Christine began to protest but Maddy beat her to it as she followed them up the stairs. "Papa, I'm hungry, let Mamma finish cooking dinner!"
Erik sighed heavily, looking down at Christine with wide and pleading eyes as he lowered her to the floor and stroked her cheek. "I suppose the children do need to be fed..." He murmured, dropping a quick kiss to her cheek, then moving down the few stairs he had climbed. Casting a quick look back to his wife and daughter, he smiled weakly, then opened the door to the music room and walked inside, sitting heavily on the bench of the grand piano and resting his head in his hands. Think of something else, Erik... think of anything else!
Christine and Maddy shared a look, and Maddy bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Mamma. I didn't mean to be a pest." Christine shook her head and ruffled her hair. "Do you want me to go tell Papa to come back out?"
Christine shook her head. "I do have an idea, though. Tell him that you need help with something and bring him out, and give me a chance to get into the music room. When you know I'm in there, send him back to the music room." Christine grinned and winked, and they walked down the stairs.
Maddy hurried to the music room. "Papa, papa, come see my bunny do this trick!"
Erik stood and moved to the door, smiling down at his daughter. "You've taught the bunny a trick? This I must see..." He said, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Lead on..."
Maddy grinned and took his hand, leading him away, and glanced to make sure Christine got into the music room. She giggled and shrugged helplessly. "Well, Papa, it seems I have forgotten to bring my bunny. I'll show you after dinner. Why don't you go and play some piano music for all that tension you have." She smiled innocently and turned to skip off.
Erik just shook his head, wondering what had gotten into his eldest daughter this time. Running a hand through his hair, he moved back into the music room and sat heavily down on the bench, placing his elbows down on the key cover and resting his face in his hands once again. "Think about something else, you fool.." He murmured to himself, rubbing his face and groaning.
Christine had to bite her tongue to not giggle as she saw just how aroused her husband was from beneath the piano. Grinning evilly, she slid her hands up his thighs and rubbed her thumbs over the tent in his pants. "Don't move, Monsieur Phantom." She unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside.
Erik gasped, tilting his head to look under the piano and staring with wide eyes at his wife. "What about supper?" He asked in a choked voice as he clutched the sides of the piano bench tightly in his hands. This was most certainly unexpected...
Christine raised an eyebrow and her fingers paused. She shrugged and removed her hand, and turned to crawl out from under the grand piano from the other side. "I just thought I'd like to give something before the main course, but I can still your appetite is waning." She shrugged again and gathered her skirts as she moved from the music room.
Erik growled, standing and moving toward the door and rushing after Christine. Grasping her from behind, he pressed his hips to her backside and whispered harshly into her ear. "Does this feel like my appetite is waning?!" His body shook with desire, and he whimpered as he moved his hips forward again.
"Sorry," Christine told him, though her breasts tingled and she felt an ache inside of her, "You had your chance. Now I must go finish dinner, before the children go insane with hunger."
Erik arched an eyebrow. "When exactly was it that I had a chance, my love?" He asked, pressing his hips forward again and panting softly. "Please Christine..." Finally resorting to begging, he moved his mouth over her neck. "Please, I need you so very much..."
Christine grinned, for he could not see her, and she began to pry away his hands on her waist and hips. "Erik, my love, you always say this when you're in need. Perhaps you could just, I don't know, take care of it yourself? Think about the children!" She almost laughed, but restrained herself and began moving forward.
Growling, Erik lunged forward again, flinging his arms around Christine and clinging tightly to her body. "Do you really not wish to..?" Realizing that he shouldn't be so presumptuous as to think Christine would wish to lay with him when there were things to be done and her desire had already be sated, he placed a quick kiss to her cheek, then released her from his arms and moved toward the staircase, deciding that perhaps he should give his wife space.
Christine felt cold when his warm body was no longer behind hers, and she frowned as she watched him move toward the stairs. "Erik, my love..." She reached out to grab his arm, and tugged him back a bit. "My love, I was simply teasing you. What happened to my fearfully possessive and lustful husband who always knew how to handle his brazen wife?" She slid her hands up his chest and leaned against him, a small smirk on her lips.
Erik sighed shakily, wrapping his arms around Christine's waist and leaning his forehead against hers. "He is merely worried that his wife may not find him as desirable... for he's growing older..." He clutched tightly to Christine then, holding her tightly against his body and burying his face into her hair.
Christine frowned and pulled back so that she could cradle his face in her hands. "My angel, what are you talking about? That's ridiculous!" She rubbed at his chest. "You're not old, and you can still do everything! Why, you remember the other day, when you chased me through the garden and made love to me in the dirt..." She blushed and cleared her throat. "You musn't worry about things like this! I love you, no matter what!"
Smiling slightly, Erik leaned forward to brush his lips against Christine's. "I love you so.." He breathed, tightening his arms around her waist and shyly pressing his hips forward again. "Do we have time to... well, may we... could you..." He growled at his own inability to directly ask for his wife to make love to him, and instead he rested his head on her shoulder, holding her close and shaking with his desire.
Christine smiled and bit her lip, and pulled him by the hand up the stairs. She pushed him to the bedroom and closed the door behind her, then let her dress fall from her shoulders. An idea came to her just as her chemise fell to the floor, and she poked her head out the door and called for Maddy. The little girl came running up, eyeing her mother's flushed face curiously. "Madeleine, I know you know how to finish cooking supper. And can you put your siblings to bed, as well? Your father and I are quite busy.. decorating our room." She winked, knowing her eldest would understand.
Erik grinned and removed his suit jacket, tossing it to lay across the rocking chair in the corner, and he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at his wife's back and appreciating the view he had at the moment.
When Maddy rolled her eyes and turned to obey her mother, Christine nodded, satisfied, and closed the door, turning to face her husband. When she saw his darkened eyes, her breath caught in her throat. She placed her hands on her hips, however, when she realized she was completely naked and he still wore his shirt and pants. "Now, Erik, my love, you could've at least made this easier for me... or do you plan to give me a show?" She grinned and raised an interested eyebrow.
Chuckling, Erik laid back on the bed and folded his arms behind his head. "I was rather hoping you could... help me with my clothing..?" His eyes twinkled playfully as he reached out his arms for Christine, wanting to feel her against him.
Christine grinned and moved forward, positioning herself between his legs, and grabbing the ends of his pants to tug them down roughly. She grinned broadly when she was once again faced with Erik junior, and her eyes darkened with desire before she reached out and tore his shirt down the middle, buttons flying. Hungrily she lowered her mouth to kiss his lower torso, and on down to his abdomen.
Erik gasped, eyes wide as he looked down at his wife and reached out to touch her hair. "Christine..." He purred, hips lifting off of the bed as her lips moved over his lower stomach. "Oh yes... I need you so badly.." He murmured, shaking with desire.
Christine groaned deep in her throat and moved her mouth to the tip of his manhood, her tongue snaking out and swirling around before she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her hands continued to caress his upper body and thighs, her eyes on his as she watched for his expressions.
Erik cried out sharply, thrusting his hips upwards without even thinking, and forcing himself further into Christine's mouth. His head flew back and he squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the sheets in his hands tightly and moaning low in his throat. "Yess..." He ground out, trembling all over. "You are so good, Christine..." He whispered, swallowing thickly.
Christine smiled inwardly and found she could not control herself anymore. She grabbed his forearms as she pulled herself up and lowered her aching flesh onto his, instantly beginning to move at a rapid pace, wanting to feel him so deep within her.
Erik gave a choked cry, grasping her hips in his hands and meeting each of her eager thrusts with his own. He looked deeply into her eyes, not breaking the contact as he felt his pleasure building and mounting. "My love.." He breathed, tears of devotion filling his eyes.
Christine moaned deeply and tugged at his arms to pull him up to her, holding onto his shoulders as she pressed her upper body against his. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked forward and back, groaning deeply when he succeeded in going even deeper into her.
Erik's eyes finally could remain open no longer, and he thrust hard into his wife as he moaned thickly, running his hands down her back and grasping her bottom, then lowering his lips to brush over her breasts. His tongue slid out and he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking eagerly and thrusting harder into his wife.
Christine's head fell back and her moans heightened in volume with each new thrust. She held the back of his head and squeezed her thighs tightly around his middle as she felt herself falling over the edge of her bliss. "Erik!" She called, struggling to not fall back by holding onto his shoulders.
Erik gasped, feeling Christine beginning to tighten around him was too much, and with a final thrust he released powerfully, crying out louder than he ever had before and arching his entire body. "Christine!" He groaned, clinging tightly to her body and slowly moving within her to draw out the pleasure for them both.
This time however, Christine's fingers slipped from Erik's strong, broad shoulders, and she fell back against the bed, her hair piling over her face and chest, her arms lying carelessly at her sides as she continued to spasm around him.
Erik rolled to Christine's side, slipping from her body and brushing her hair from her face delicately. "I love you.." He whispered, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead and gathering her into his arms.
Christine grinned and curled against him, still breathing heavily. "Erik," she said hoarsely, "If we did this every night perhaps it would help me work on my range..."
Chapter Thirty Four