Chapter Thirty-Four
Bella giggled as she ran ahead of Maddy and pushed open the music room door, using all of her strength to do so. She saw her father at the piano and rushed over to him, climbing up onto the bench and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Papa!" She giggled, and patted his mask. Maddy followed and sat down beside them, smiling up at her father.
Erik laughed, holding Bella around the waist and turning to look at Madeleine as she sat down. "Ahh, two of my favorite ladies... what can I do for you?" He asked, winking in Maddy's direction and placing a fatherly kiss to Bella's forehead.
Maddy made sure her dress fell nicely over her lap before entwining her hands together and looking up at her father. "Is Mamma leaving you, Papa? I hear you talk of 'tomorrow.' What exactly is going to happen? Papa, I don't want Mamma to leave. You can't cook like she can."
Erik chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Maddy's hair. "Don't worry, she isn't leaving. Your mother, well... you know how wonderfully she sings. She misses the stage, and now that you children are getting old enough to go to school, it is time for your mother to return to the stage. She will merely audition for the company, and when she is accepted, she will sing with them again. Your mother will be gone a few hours in the day, and return home in the evening in time to make meals... I won't have to cook, which is a relief for us all." He smiled broadly, glad that his wife would be returning to the thing she loved to do most. "We'll even get to go to the opera and watch her perform."
Maddy nodded, pleased, and then young Bella spoke, her volume increasing and decreasing as she spoke hesitantly yet excitedly. "Papa, Newton bite my finger again!" She held up her poorly bandaged finger and frowned. "I want animal to bite Charles!" She giggled and grinned at Maddy, who nodded and smirked, pleased that she had influenced Bella.
Erik grasped Bella's tiny hand, placing a kiss to her finger gently. "Oh... perhaps we should get you a pet, dearest. One with big teeth, hmm?" His eyes danced and he cuddled his youngest daughter close, finding new joys in bringing up a child who was not so advanced. It was a lot more work, and a lot more frustrating, but it made every accomplishment of hers that much more of a celebration.
Maddy smiled and scooted closer to her father on the bench, leaning her head on his arm. "Papa... when Mamma gets really old, will you still think her beautiful? What if she loses her ability to sing as she ages? Will you still love her, Papa?"
Erik looked lovingly down at Maddy, nodding. "Of course I will still love her and think her beautiful. Your mother's beauty isn't just outside of her body, after all. Your mother possesses the most beautiful soul... I could never stop thinking that she is the most beautiful woman on earth, never stop loving her.." He murmured, his eyes taking on a far away look.
Charles, meanwhile, had been snooping around his father's science room, trying to find some ingredients to make something for the bite on Bella's finger. While he was rummaging through a drawer, he felt a strange package at the back. Pulling it out, he tugged the drawstrings open and looked down inside of the leather package. Inside were several long vials with a strange, murky liquid inside, as well as a needle and several other strange things. He frowned, carefully opening a vial and sniffing the substance cautiously. His nose wrinkled and he felt momentarily dizzy, and with a frown, he closed the package back up and toddled off to the sitting room to find his mother. He knew that she had been there before reading in front of the fire, and he wondered if she knew what these strange things were. Reaching the sitting room, he hopped up to sit next to his mother on the settee, and thrust the leather package at her. "Maman... what is this? I found it in one of papa's drawers with the ingredients..."
Christine gasped as she saw the cursed morphine she'd come to loathe, and she glared angrily at it as she took the vials in her hands. Her temper flared, for she thought that Erik had ridden himself of the vile drugs years ago when she'd told him she loved him. Sadness and anger both led her to stand up, the book in her lap forgotten and pounding to the floor, and then she turned to confront her husband in the music room. She glared the whole way there, and threw the door open to the music room. "Erik," she bellowed, her gaze sweeping around the room until it settled on him at the piano bench. Her gaze did not soften when she saw her daughters. "Children, your father and I are going to have a chat. Madeleine, take Bella out of this room."
Erik looked with wide eyes up at Christine, completely confused by the obvious anger in her eyes and stance, and he gently lifted Bella from his lap and placed her to the floor. "You heard your mother... we'll continue our talk later, okay girls?" He tried to smile reassuringly at Maddy, but failed and instead gave her a 'off to the gallows' look, wincing and shrugging slightly.
Christine stepped around the children before Maddy could smile at her father, and the two girls quickly left the room. Christine stood beside the bench with her hands on her hips and glared down at him for a long, hard moment, before demanding icily, "Roll up your sleeves." If there was evidence by the look of his veins that he was still taking the drug, she was going to have a loud, screeching outburst, but she couldn't control it.
Quirking an eyebrow, he tilted his head and looked up at Christine with confusion for a moment, before rolling up his sleeves to reveal completely normal arms. "What is the matter, my dear?" He asked, putting his arms out in front of him so she could see them better.
Christine studied his arms for a moment, and when she found nothing, she turned her glower back to his face. She threw the morphine package at him, and folded her arms across her chest. Her voice was pained and tears filled her eyes. "Care to explain?"
Erik winced, his face white as he studied the package that he held in his hands for a moment or so, then set it aside and looked up at Christine pleadingly. "It isn't how it looks, Christine. I promise you, I have not... I have not used it in years, since before the night you came to me, when you left Raoul. I swear it to you."
A tear fell down Christine's cheek before she nodded and her arms dropped to her sides, her head lowered. How could she have not trusted him enough to know that he would never take it now? She was ashamed. She turned and made to walk from the room, muttering a quick apology even as she choked up.
Erik jumped up, grasping Christine around the middle and pulling her against his chest. "Where did you find it?" He asked with wide eyes, nuzzling his face into her hair. "I keep it now only because when I was forcing myself to quit... it made it easier if I had morphine available. For some reason, knowing it was there if I needed it made it easier to stop. I guess I never got rid of it, even after my addiction was broken. You do not need to apologize, you had every reason to think that I was using it..."
Christine bit her lip, still feeling ashamed. "Your son found it," she said quietly. She struggled to move away from him, feeling she didn't deserve his affections at the moment.
"Charles?" He shook his head slowly, chuckling. "That boy is always into some trouble or another." Gently he scooped Christine into his arms, carrying her to the sitting room and reclining on the settee with her. "Why are you trying to get away from me, my dear? Surely you don't think I'm upset with you...?"
Christine shrugged, not willing to look into his eyes. "I shouldn't have accused you. I just... when you were so sick at the beginning of our marriage, I just thought that since you had me you didn't need drugs or anything else anymore. Perhaps I was arrogant in thinking so. I was just saddened by the thought that I couldn't keep you from needing that." She shrugged once more, still not looking him in the eyes.
"Oh Christine, but you did keep me from needing anything else..." He insisted, kissing her cheeks lovingly. "You are all I will ever need, my love..." Gently he rubbed his hands over her back, cuddling her close and pressing his lips to hers. "I love you so.."
She chanced a small smile and placed her forehead against his. "I love you as well, Erik." She smiled and hugged him tightly. "I suppose I'm fairly nervous about how my returning will affect the Opera. What if they don't accept me? What if I... what if I'm not good enough for it?" She groaned and rolled her eyes. "What if there's another Carlotta?"
Erik laughed, shaking his head and holding Christine close. "They would be fools not to accept your return, my love... and if there is another Carlotta... heaven help us all." He put a dramatic hand to his forehead and fell back to lay on the settee, pulling Christine with him. "You will do wonderfully, I assure you, my love."
X
Christine was not so sure it was going to be wonderful. Her hair was a tangle of curls and she finally had to bring half of it back and bind it. Little curls around her ear, however, escaped. She wore her favorite blue dress, and frowned as she realized her hips did not fit in the dress as well as they used to. She stomped her foot and realized Rusty had chewed up her matching shoes, and sighed as she changed into a rose colored dress. It was not her day, at all. Though, still, she held a fair amount of confidence. Erik had written the song to fit her voice perfectly, and surely they'd be paying more attention to her vocal quality and such rather than her apparel. She could only hope.
Erik stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Christine fix herself for the audition with a smile. "You look stunning, Christine." He said softly, entering the room to stand beside his wife.
Christine rolled her eyes. "You always say that," she told him as she smoothed out her dress. "I look horrible. Look at my hair!" She whined and tehn stomped her foot again. "This is not going at all how I had planned. Erik, what if they don't accept me because of my hair?!"
Erik threw back his head and laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. "If they judge so horribly as to consider your appearance over your voice, than the company does not deserve you." He stated simply, nuzzling her neck. "When you come home tonight with the lead roll, we shall have to celebrate..." He murmured seductively, giving her a playful swat to the rear and grinning.
Christine giggled and slapped at his chest, and then turned to start hustling down the stairs. "And what if I don't come home with the lead roll?"
He appeared thoughtful, then grinned, scooping her into his arms and carrying her down the stairs himself. "Then... we shall celebrate anyway."
Christine took a deep breath as she walked into the opera house, feeling excited once again as she remembered the older times, when people would fill the entire house and would greet her after her performances. She smiled and looked around. Not much had changed, and she was glad for it, for she might not have felt as comfortable. She made her way to the managers' office, and then knocked without hesitation. "Monsieurs..." She murmured, seeing that Andre and Firmin were still at work, "It is Christine Daae... Destler..." She shook her head, her curls bouncing. "I have returned and wish to audition."
Firmin looked up with wide eyes, gasping as he beckoned Christine inside. "Come in, Mademoiselle... or is it Madame, now?" He stood and rushed toward her, taking her hand and leading her to sit in a chair before the desk. "We thought you'd run off, or been killed!" He exclaimed with surprised eyes. "You said you wish to audition..?"
Andre watched with interest as Christine sat down and nodded, giving them a bright smile. "I do. And it is Madame now, by the way." She silently cursed her hair, but kept her smile. "I apologize for interrupting anything that has been going on... But all my children have entered their schooling and I now have time to return to the stage."
Firmin gaped. "Children?! You have children, yet you wish to perform?" He was amazed, and a bit worried that her abilities had fallen over the years of disuse. "Well, you shall have to audition of course..."
Christine smiled at the thought that they probably expected her voice to be rusted and not at all what it used to be, but they would receive a sure surprise and she couldn't wait. She wished to gloat that she was married to a musical genius that had his own music room, but she didn't, and nodded patiently. "Of course. And when shall I audition?"
Andre stood up. "I will retrieve Monsieur Reyer now." He nodded his head slightly toward Christine and then moved from the room, and when he returned, Reyer was with him.
Reyer looked with surprise at Christine, and nodded toward the upright piano against the wall of the manager's office. It was covered in dust and papers, and Reyer frowned at the obvious lack of maintenance. Moving the stacks of papers from the top, he opened it up and struck a few notes, quickly tuning the instrument, then sitting with a flourish on the bench. "Well, Madame? Would you like to audition now?"
Christine smiled and handed him the music her husband had written for her. Standing next to the piano, she took a deep breath and thought of Erik for comfort as well as for encouragement. She looked over to Reyer and nodded to him, clasping her hands in front of her.
Monsieur Reyer looked with shock at the music, studying it for several moments before setting it to the lyre and striking a few warm up chords. "Who wrote this, Madame? The composer's name... Erik Destler... it does not seem familiar to me."
Christine smirked. "No, it wouldn't be familiar, would it? Erik Destler is my husband," she told him proudly. "A genius, really, as you will see in his music." She raised an eyebrow at Reyer. "Can you play it, Monsieur?"
Reyer appeared thoughtful for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, I believe I can..." He said softly, before playing the introduction, a bit slowly at first, but gaining confidence. Looking up at Christine, he waited for her entrance, and prepared himself for all outcomes.
"Your eyes see but my shadow. My heart is overflowing. There's so much you could learn to love... you're not content knowing. Tenderly you could see my soul..." Christine sang the song beautifully, and with much emotion and musicality. She loved the song too much to not be able to sing it with any emotions. When she was finished, she began to chew at her bottom lip. A lot of Erik's songs were haunting melodies, and perhaps if it was not their style, then she would not be accepted.
Monsieur Reyer was shocked, to say the least. He had expected some form of wear on her voice from lack of use, but it appeared almost as if she sang... better than before? He couldn't understand how, but her voice had matured, and grew into something so strong and beautiful that he found tears in his eyes. "Welcome to the company, Madame Destler." He said softly, glancing at the managers. "Well... they do have the final say, I suppose... but I would like very much if you could take on the roll of our lead soprano. Our current... lady.. is, well, without as much skill as you possess."
Christine nodded to him, and thanked him. "I would be happy to return. As saddening as it was to watch my little ones grow and know they would never be little toddlers again, I was eager for them to begin school so that I may come back." She smiled and reached to collect the music on the piano.
Monsieur Firmin looked to Andre with a smile, then to Reyer, and then to Christine. "It would be lovely for you to replace our current diva... she is, well..." He winced. "A bit painful to the ears. Your voice will be a welcome relief to the Opera goers of Paris, allow me to assure you. Could you make the company's next rehearsal tomorrow at noon?"
Christine nodded eagerly and moved toward the door. "Yes, and thank you, monsieurs. You've made me incredibly happy." Christine hurried out of the office, grinning like an idiot. She and Erik were going to have a big celebration.
X
Erik sat in his favorite arm chair, grateful that the children were going to Jean Claude and Marie's after school that day. His wife had been gone at her audition for hours now, and he couldn't help wondering if things had gone well. He knew that she sang better than she had when she had sang with the company years ago, but would they take her, after all the problems with 'the ghost'? Sighing, he set the newspaper aside, and kicked out his legs toward the hearth, hoping she would arrive home soon.
Christine couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she got out of the cab and moved toward the door to her home. Getting an idea, she quickly frowned and made her expression very sad, though she knew her eyes must be dancing with laughter. She let herself in and moved toward the sitting room, and greeted her husband sadly, her head hanging and her shoulders drooped as if something was wrong.
Erik's eyes widened and he stood, rushing forward and drawing Christine into his arms. "Did it go badly..?" He asked softly, afraid of her answer as he gently guided her to the settee, pulling her to sit beside him and keeping his arms around her body.
Christine shook her head. "I just wish that you could been there to play instead of Monsieur Reyer. Your music is obviously to genius for anyone to play except you." She grinned and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. "They accepted me, Erik! I'm replacing the diva, who they say is rather painful on the ears!" She giggled slightly in her excitement and pulled back to look into his eyes. "Are you proud of me?!"
Erik gave a cry of joy, pulling Christine to his lap and kissing her full on the mouth. "So proud of you, my dear! So very, very proud..." He insisted, holding her tightly and grinning.
Christine raised an eyebrow and rubbed his thigh suggestively. "So... we can celebrate later tonight after the children have gone to bed?"
Erik grinned. "Actually, the children are going to stay with Jean Claude after school... I figured that we would be.. celebrating all night." He whispered seductively, running his lips down Christine's neck and chuckling softly.
Christine raised an eyebrow and put a hand to his chest. "Oh, you figured that did you?" She grinned and stood, gathering her skirts in her hand, and slowly walking toward the door. She turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder and said in a teasing tone, "Come on, then."
Erik stood eagerly and moved to Christine, following her down the hall and up the stairs to their bedroom. Once they were both inside, he closed the door firmly, and moved to take Christine into his arms. "How shall we begin the celebrations, my love?"
Christine moved away from him, and took her hair down as she moved to sit on the bed. She crossed her ankles and entwined her hands in her lap. "I think we should begin by taking off our clothes." She grinned. "So, Erik... take off your clothes... piece by piece... and dance provocatively while you do it."
Erik snorted, shaking his head and moving to sit next to his wife. "Me? No no, my dear.. I believe that it is you who should be doing a provocative dance for me." He stated, nodding to himself and looking expectantly down at her. "Go on."
Christine's mouth fell open. "Erik! How selfish of you! This was my victory, and this is my celebration!" She folded her arms across her chest. "Now, begin before I just go celebrate by myself!"
Erik gave Christine a broad smile, crawling across the bed to her and moving so that his face was scant inches from hers. "Tell me, my love... who wrote the song you auditioned with, hmm? And who taught you to sing..?" He winked at her, brushing his lips to hers for a moment. "Can't you dance for me, my love, to show your gratitude for all I've taught you?" He chuckled inwardly.
Christine growled slightly before pushing him off to the side, and standing up. She moved to the end of the bed and stared at him, her hands on her hips. "Are you sure you want this? I'm not so much of a dancer anymore..." She smiled inwardly, both eyebrows raised at him.
Erik looked up at Christine, rolling to lay on his back and folding his arms under his head. "Yes, my love, quite sure. Remove your clothing and dance. Go ahead." He motioned with a hand and smiled eagerly at his wife, winking at her and blowing her a kiss.
Christine smiled and figured she could have a lot of fun with this, and she knew she really did owe everything to her husband. She threw her hair forward over her shoulders to let it hang over her breasts, and then she reached back to undo each button on her dress. She let it fall down her body, and stepped out, and then swung her hips around so that her back was to Erik. She bent down, flipping her hair over, and unlaced her high top shoes, and then lifted and drew her hair up around her head, holding it high while she swung her hips back and forth. She rolled her eyes, feeling quite stupid, but turned and then moved over to him. "Help me with this?" She held out the tie to her corset.
Erik's mouth hung open and he felt his trousers getting a bit tight as he watched his wife. When she asked for his help, he looked blankly up at her for a moment, before actually understanding what she had said, and he reached out with shaking hands to untie her corset, fumbling with the laces several times. Once it was sufficiently loose, he tugged it from her body and tossed it to the side, looking up at her with wide eyes filled with desire.
Christine smiled and bent over him to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks," she whispered seductively, and then turned, raising her arms above her head to stretch as she moved her hips still. She grabbed her chemise and lifted it over her head, and then flipped her hair back off her shoulders. She turned to look at him and smiled seductively.
Erik looked up at Christine with desire in his eyes, whimpering softly and realizing that his pants now felt quite uncomfortably tight. He sat up, placing his hands in his lap in embarrassment, hoping Christine hadn't noticed. He licked his lips unconsciously, swallowing hard. "I love you..." he murmured hoarsely, and his eyes widened slightly when he realized that the hands which he had rested in his lap were beginning to move slightly. Without conscious thought, his hand had begun to knead the bulge in his pants, and he moaned softly, looking at Christine with desire in his eyes and swiftly removing his pants, kicking them from his feet and grasping himself tightly in his hand. His face was red, but he couldn't stop himself, he needed release so badly...
Christine hadn't really noticed at all what her husband had been doing, and she continued dancing, her upper body now moving in harmony with her lower half. When she turned to give Erik another seductive gaze, she saw him, and her eyes widened. Wanting to help him, she moved forward with a grin and climbed on top of the bed, and then slid up his legs. She moved his hands away and stroked him before lowering her mouth to attach onto the top of his manhood.
Erik gave a great cry, arching his body and thrusting his hips forward, begging Christine for more contact and moving his hands to thread into her hair. "My god.." He panted, eyes closing tightly as he shook uncontrollably and pressed his hips forward again. "Christine...."
Christine ran her hands up and down Erik's thighs, applying gentle suctioning at the tip of his manhood. One hand came up to wrap around the base of him as her tongue touched the tip, and she looked up at his face to see his expression.
Erik's eyes opened wide and he threw his head back, grasping Christine's head and gently pressing himself further into her mouth, wanting to feel the warmth of her tongue and lips against all of him. "Please, Christine... oh please!" He begged, body clenching as his manhood throbbed.
Christine took all of him that she could into her mouth, and squeezed gently what she could not. She sucked hard, and then let up, letting her tongue swirl around, and then she sucked again. She started to hum, knowing the vibrations would add to his pleasure.
Erik growled, feeling pleasure rushing through his body as Christine worked her mouth over his flesh. A sudden desire to make her feel these things flared up within him, and he reached out, glad that she was finally disrobed, and with a thoughtful look, rolled to his side and tugged Christine's hips toward his head. He grinned when he realized that this would in fact work, and brushed his fingers over her womanhood, before suddenly pressing his mouth to her, moving his tongue out to taste her arousal.
Christine gasped, and her mouth stopped on him as she took in what was happening. She gave a deep moan and closed her eyes, her hips beginning to move as she started licking and sucking once more. She felt incredible pleasure, and this new position intrigued her. In all their years of marriage, why hadn't they thought of this before? She wrapped her hands around his thighs as she began to strive to make him release.
Erik's hips bucked slightly and he cried out, moving his tongue out to circle her opening and letting it slip inside of her slightly. He moaned at the exquisite taste of his wife and moved his tongue instead to run over her hardened nub slowly. Meanwhile, he brought a hand up slowly, tracing his fingers over her thighs, then pressing several fingers up within her and moaning against her flesh.
Christine moaned deeply, loudly, as she gripped his thighs. She could fell her body begin to shake as overwhelming pleasure coursed through her. One hand came up to grip his exposed flesh and she stroked him firmly, yearning for him to come, for as soon as he did, she would as well.
Erik felt a jolt rush through his body and his voice rose louder and louder with each moan, until he was greatly relieved that the children were gone, because he was certain he was audible through out the entire house. With a final cry of Christine's name, he thrust his hips forward and released more powerfully than he had in a very long time. He wanted to apologize for not warning his wife, for certainly it would be a bit uncomfortable to have him release so abruptly into her mouth, but he had just experienced something next to a holy visitation, and couldn't seem to work his voice at the moment, as he shook uncontrollably and throbbed within her mouth. He kept running his tongue over her sensitive flesh, begging her to join him in release.
Christine closed her eyes in sweet bliss as she felt him release in her mouth and heard his glorious cry. She swallowed all of his release, loving the taste of her husband and knowing that she brought it forth. She pulled back and arched as she felt herself tighten and fall over the edge of bliss, crying out and shaking as she held onto his thighs for support.
Erik moaned softly when Christine released and he tasted a new wetness, eagerly licking it all away and whimpering when it was gone. "Oh Christine..." He murmured, slowly moving to pull her into his arms, tucking her head beneath his chin and smiling blissfully. "I love you so much, I just... I can't even describe how you make me feel.."
Christine smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle, breathing heavily against his chest. "I love you too, Erik. I hadn't even..." She blushed slightly, not quite sure why, and continued, "I didn't even know that was possible..." She sighed softly and kissed his chest, and closed her eyes as she rested.
Erik smiled down at Christine, stroking his fingers up and down her back lovingly. He let his mind wander a bit, and found himself wishing that they had discovered their love earlier, when he lived in the underground house, when he could have taken her through the mirror after rehearsals and pressed her against the cold stone, to have her there in his domain. He sighed softly and was about to speak, when his eyes widened. There was a cold stone basement two floors below them... and surely Christine would find interest in maybe a bit of pretend? Sitting up, Erik held Christine close and looked down into her eyes. "My angel, I believe I may have a lovely idea..." Grinning devilishly, he stood and carried Christine from the room, both of them still quite naked. Descending the stairs, he kissed her forehead and set her back to her feet before the basement door. Rushing to the table nearby, he lit a single candle, then opened the door and waved his hand. "After you, my love..."
Christine looked at him uncertainly and turned her gaze to the basement door, misgivingly stepping toward the darkness. She shivered as the cold air hit her full force, and wrapped her arms around her upper body. She frowned and shook her head, moving back. "This is awkward, Erik." She thanked God that the children were with Jean Claude.
Erik smirked, reaching out to draw Christine into his arms. "Come now, my love..." He murmured enticingly into her ear, letting his warm breath caress her. "Can you deny that you wanted to feel me this way in the cellars of the opera all those years ago?" He breathed, sliding his hands down her body to move over her thighs.
Christine's eyes widened and she shivered involuntarily. "You want to pretend as if we are in the labyrinth?" She blushed suddenly. "Have you always wanted to make love to me in the cellars?" She grinned. "Can you imagine all my... music echoing throughout them?" She slid her arms up around his neck. "Take me, Phantom. Take me in this world that you command."
Erik's eyes widened and he smiled slightly, drawing Christine into his arms for a moment, then pulling away to lead her down the cold stone steps, holding the candle before himself. Reaching the bottom of the stairs he looked around in the dim candlelight and smiled. To his left stood a large wine rack, filled with many bottles. Beyond that stood the root cellar, where all the perishables were kept cool. To the right was a bare, roughly hewn wall, and this was where Erik wished to take his wife.
Setting the candle down on a dusty stool, he pulled Christine into his arms and roughly pressed her back to the wall. He looked down at her in the dim light, knowing that for her it was probably nearly impossible to see, but for him, who had the nigh vision of a cat, everything was quite visible. Hungrily his mouth descended, pressing against hers and his tongue slipped out to probe her lips, begging entrance. With ease he fit his body against Christine's and he moaned slowly, his hands moving to stroke over her skin.
Christine moaned low in her throat and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her body against his. One of her legs came up so that she could become even closer to him, and her toes stroked the back of his calf as she kissed him harder, her tongue tangling over and over with his. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as she nibbled and sucked as his lower lip, and then she pulled back to look to his glowing eyes. "I love you, Erik."
Erik blinked slowly, his hands moving to press against her breasts as he moved kisses down her neck. "I love you more, my angel..." He bit playfully at her collarbone, and rubbed himself against her, moaning as he felt such desire flaring that he reeled from it. His knees felt weak and he moaned desperately, grasping Christine's hands and holding them over her head. With one hand he held her wrists against the stone, and he used his other hand to slip between her legs, pressing her thighs and widening her stance. "Mine." He hissed possessively, lowering his mouth to hers again.
Christine gasped and moaned into his mouth, moving against the wall as she struggled to find some kind of control. Her legs moved restlessly and she pulled away from his mouth, panting softly. "Erik," she gasped, "Please..." She groaned and her hips moved up, trying to find contact with his hand. Her head turned to one side as she tried desperately to satisfy the ache within her.
Erik groaned, pressing his hips to hers and refusing to enter her just yet. Instead, he bent slightly and moved his mouth over her chest, still holding tightly to her wrists as his lips closed over her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and running his tongue across it eagerly. His free hand made its way to her stomach and he stroked his fingertips over her abdomen teasingly, loving that he had this kind of control over his wife. He felt his manhood throbbing and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist thrusting into her for very much longer.
Christine whimpered and then cried out, her head thrashing from side to side as she writhed in his grasp. "Erik," she whispered raggedly, "Stop this torment... come to me now." She managed to free one of her hands and she grabbed his hip, pulling him closer and trying to lower herself onto him as she gasped and moaned into his ear.
Erik's eyes slid closed and he grabbed her freed hand with a growl, his entire body shaking with need. Holding her arms above her head again, he roughly grabbed her hips and tipped them forward, then thrust himself deeply within Christine with a ragged cry. He stilled himself then, holding himself inside of his wife and looking down at her with passion-clouded eyes. His chest was heaving, a light sheen of sweat had broken out across his chest and forehead, and he swallowed thickly as he lowered his lips to hers.
Christine was breathing raggedly and her bosom heaved. When Erik's lips settled on hers she pressed her body forward, arching against him and moving as best she could on him. She moaned deep in her throat and thrust her tongue out to meet his, her breasts pressed tightly to his chest since he was holding her arms above her head. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, squeezing him between her thighs furiously, urging him on.
Erik groaned softly, looking down at her and smiling raggedly. "Christine... are you mine?" He asked, thrusting only once within her, then holding still again. "Are you mine forever?" He demanded, biting her neck and shoulder.
Christine groaned and tightened her thighs around his middle. "Erik..." She wiggled, moaning and closing her eyes as her head fell back to rest against the wall. She was pleading silently for him to just take her, unable to think straight as desire clouded her mind. "Mmmm... please, Erik..."
He growled, holding completely still. "Answer me, Christine. Are you mine?" He demanded, his voice rough and dangerous.
She suddenly opened her eyes and smirked smugly at him, raising an eyebrow. "And if I say no?" She voiced with a challenge tone, though it was low and husky with her desire. She bobbed slightly on him, grinning as her breasts were right in his face. Surely he wouldn't deny her now, and she would not back down to him. Or perhaps she liked his dangerous side and yearned to see more of it. With half her brain not working because of her overwhelming yearning for release, she hardly knew what she was doing.
Erik's eyes went wide, and he blinked several times, completely at a loss. "Then certainly, my dear..." He said, moving away from her and letting her down gently to the ground, "I won't make you be with someone who you do not wish to belong to." He said gracefully, backing away and disolving into the darkness of the basement. He snuffed the candle and molded himself into the shadows, completely silent, holding back tears.
Christine frowned and shook with sudden cold. "Erik," she whispered, and cleared her throat. She fumbled around in the darkness, groping at nothing but air as she searched for him. Her voice was pleading. "Erik, I was only jesting with you, surely you know I'm completely yours!" She groped some more, tears beginning to come to her eyes. "Erik, my love, I do belong to you, I want you... I need you." She hugged her arms around herself, missing his body pressed tightly to hers. "I was just... trying to get you to be possessive... It really makes me... tremble." She hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Erik." She sighed and turned to grope for the stairs to get out of the cold, dark basement.
Erik sniffled, moving forward and putting his arms around Christine from behind. Resting his head on her shoulder, he closed his eyes and held her close, trying to warm her up. "I'm sorry." He whispered, fighting his tears and sighing as a few slipped down his cheeks and landed on her soft skin. "I'm so sorry.."
Christine sighed heavily and rubbed his forearm before moving forward again. "It was my fault, Erik. I should've thought about what I was saying. I'm sorry." She grabbed the rail by the stairs and took firm hold of it as she climbed the first few steps. "Are you hungry? I'll go prepare us some dinner." She smiled sadly and continued her way up the stairs.
Erik lunged and grabbed her again, turning her in his arms and lifting her up. "No, I'm only hungry for you." He said softly, nuzzling her hair. "That is, if you still want me... I'd love to make you tremble..."
Christine shivered and leaned into him, her arms winding around his neck as she sought his warmth once again. As her breasts came in contact with his bare chest again, she sighed softly in pleasure, and kissed the side of his neck where her head lay.
Erik gave a sigh of relief, taking her back against the wall and guiding her hand to his manhood. "You'll need to get me... excited again.." He said playfully, kissing down her neck and nibbling softly. "And then I'll make you tremble like you never have before."
Christine smiled softly and placed kisses along his chest as she stroked his manhood feather-lightly, and then squeezed gently at the base. She bit hard at his nipple, and then swathed it with her tongue to ease the sting, as she slowly and carefully raked his manhood with her nails. She raised her head and kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue darting out just as she began to run her thumb across the tip of his arousal.
Erik gasped, pushing her hands away and lifting her against the wall. "Any more of that and I'll be finished before we start." He said in a strained voice, thrusting himself within her quickly and crying out in pleasure.
Christine gasped and cried out, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around his body. "Oh, Erik!" She bit her lip as the overwhelming pleasure returned and her whole body shook. "Oh, yes!" Her mouth hung open as she panted during the effort of trying to move him deeper into her.
Erik gasped and growled deeply in his throat, pounding within Christine quickly and tossing his head back. "Ohh.. Christine, you're mine..!" He gasped out, digging his nails into her sides and thrusting even harder. "Mine forever!"
The mixture of pleasure and pain was enough to make Christine fall over the edge into bliss, and she arched greatly against him as she cried out his name, the sound echoing off the walls of their basement. She held on tightly to him, the tremors in her body never ceasing.
Erik moaned softly into her ear as he thrust within her several more times, then spilled himself into Christine. "Oooh... oh God..." He let her slide down the wall and pulled her tightly against his chest, burying his face into her curls and panting. "Oh Christine.."
Christine wrapped her arms around his waist and rested heavily against him, panting against his chest as she closed her eyes. She looked up at him suddenly, grinning. "That was a nice celebration, yes?" She pecked him on the lips once and then rested her head on his chest again.
Erik gently scooped Christine into his arms and carried her back up the basement stairs, smiling down at her and moving toward their bedroom. "Yes, a perfect celebration." He said gently, kissing her neck and laying her on the bed. "What shall we do now?"
Christine stretched and turned on her side, and pulled the ruffled sheets up around her. "Get some rest before the children come home." She smiled and blew him a kiss, then closed her eyes to sleep.
Erik grumbled and lowered himself into the bed beside her, cuddling close and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Yes, you're quite right..." He murmured, closing his own eyes and letting himself begin to drift off to sleep.