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Author�s Note: Christine and Erik have married at some point before this.
Right Through You
She didn�t know what had happened. But she did know the arms that had grabbed her into the darkness were strong and muscular, and she was being held against her will. She felt warm breath against her neck, and traveling through her hair, and she wondered how she had never noticed this little dark indention in the hallway before.
And then, his voice. �When are you going to learn that you are mine, little one?� His lips brushed against her earlobe, and the hand upon her mouth stroked her cheek as the other hand on her waist tightened. �Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson?�
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. She knew that voice, though that harsh, dark whisper gave her no knowledge of who it could be. The scent of him became apparent, and she shivered. What was he doing? Had he caught her with her friend? Was she now to know his wrath?
�Ah, but it seems you do.� His hand traveled down her thigh and back up, over her cloak. She struggled against him, but he took no heed, knowing he was much stronger than her and could do anything he pleased with her right now.
She halted her struggles and unspoken protests. What good would it do? He was very angry; she could feel the fury bleeding from his body. It was no use trying to fight him�
�But, did she want to fight him?
No, she didn�t. She rarely saw this side of him, and though she�d seldom admit it to herself, this excited her. When he was furious, and yet they both knew he would never harm her. Of course he�d harm others, but never her. She smiled against his hand. He wouldn�t do anything to her.
�Something you wish to speak of, my dear?� He sounded quite amused, the tension from his infuriation melting away at the sudden change in her. He couldn�t feel her body trembling anymore, and although he quite enjoyed the power he had over others when they were frightened of him, he was curious as to know why she wasn�t shuddering against him anymore.
He removed his hand to let her speak, trusting she was more intelligent than to scream and alert anyone around to them, and rested it on her collarbone, just in case she decided to cry out.
�You wouldn�t harm me,� she spoke softly, her chin jutted out in defiance.
�Oh?� He raised an eyebrow, and the hand at her waist trailed into her cloak and down further, his palm gliding over her navel and then down to rest low on her abdomen. �You�re sure?� he breathed into her ear, his fingertips curling and brushing against her most intimate area through her skirts.
Her arms, which had been lying helplessly at her sides, came up to rest on his forearm, and she attempted to push his hand and arm away from her body. Her attempt proved fruitless, however, and his hand moved lower, cupping her womanhood.
She felt his lips form a smile against her cheek as she gasped. She pushed more firmly against his arm, but it just made his hand tease her easier.
�Stop this!� She frowned and made to turn to him, but his arm around her neck prevented her from doing such. She sighed and went limp against him, her back sinking against his chest.
He grinned and slipped the hand on her sternum down, and into the bodice of her pale blue dress. She couldn�t help but arch her back as his fingers teased her hardened nipples, and her eyes closed, her head dropping onto his strong, broad shoulder.
�I can see right through you, my dear.� He took her earlobe into his mouth and nipped gently, as he massaged her heavy breast, and moved his fingers ever so slightly across her nether regions.
And he could see through her. He knew her desires, he knew what she wanted from him now, and whether she wanted it to be here that she received it, she would have it here, in the darkness, where he liked it. And then she would give him his pleasure, just as he had done her. He smirked. Ah yes, his little one would indeed do that.
She knew as she moaned deeply that he had her where he wanted her. She would not resist, him, either, for what he was doing to her was making her weak and at the same time giving him strength. It was a strange circle that they revolved in, but she knew that if her husband were going to act this way, then she would humor him and oblige in his wishes.
His hand lower down her body moved ever lower, to her thigh, and there he grabbed a handful of her skirts and began to hoist them up. Inch by agonizing inch, to where they were all up above her hips.
She felt the coldness of the hallway hit her upper thighs, and she shivered. His hand returned to her aching nether flesh, and there he began to rub his thumb in ever widening circles on her throbbing nub, making her arch her hips, striving for more.
His other hand, in her bodice, squeezed her breast lightly and began to stroke its twin, and then he lowered his lips to her exposed shoulder. He licked the place where neck and shoulder met, and bit softly. He began to nibble, as if hungry, and then he sucked, leaving red little marks on her skin.
She panted softly and reached a hand up behind her to tangle in his hair. At this response from her, he growled deep in his throat, and his thumb went on more firmly, as his middle and forefinger stole lower, to her slick opening.
He stroked her there, teasingly, tantalizingly, and then inserted both fingers up into her easily. He began to rotate them, and wiggle them, and she rode them as if she couldn�t get enough.
As she rotated her hips against his fingers, she felt herself slightly tightening around him. She was so incredibly close to the edge of the abyss, the thrill of ecstasy that would swallow her whole.
His large, incredibly sexy hands she loved so much squeezed her breast once more, and she was suddenly falling, falling. She cried out his name, and it echoed through the dark, empty hallway as she thrust her hips forward. She shuddered in his arms and melted against him, hoping she would not fall to the floor.
No� No, he would never let her go. She was appreciative of that thought.
As he withdrew his fingers, she pushed her skirts down and situated her breasts in her bodice. She turned, finally, to see him licking his fingers clean of the juices her body had emitted onto his long probing fingers. She narrowed her eyes at him and placed her hands on her hips, grateful that she could once again stand upright.
�I was just talking to him, you know.�
Her husband grinned and pulled her flush against his body, lowering his lips to hers. �I know,� he whispered, before closing his lips over hers.
She slapped lightly at his chest and pulled back.
�Then why did you feel the need to do that?!�
He raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. �Are you saying you didn�t like it?�
�You know I liked it. You see right through me, remember?� She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. �What I don�t understand is why you couldn�t wait to sensually accost me before I came home.�
His eyebrow remained raised. �Sensually accost you, my love? Have you been reading those trashy romance novels again?�
Christine grinned. �Apparently you have, as well.�
Erik hugged her lower body to him. �And how do you figure that, Christine?�
His wife wound her fingers through his hair. �Because Erik,� she started, as she moved her lips to his neck, �I can see right through you.�
FIN