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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,176
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Erik stands but before you can walk back to your waiting friend he grabs your arm and asks suddenly, “And what of this?”
You caress the mask with one of your hands. “You know what I think of it, but if the idea of her seeing your face is disconcerting…”
“Disconcerting!” Erik lets out a harsh grunt. “That’s a mild way to put it.”
“You didn’t let me finish! You know I hate that mask, but if it makes you more comfortable, leave it on. Or she has agreed to a blindfold if necessary. But,” You walk around him slowly, letting your fingers trail here and there. “maybe before the night is over you will...change your mind.”
Slowly you turn him so he is facing away from the table and then reach up to gently peel the mask from his face. Erik’s reaction to the loss still makes your heart skip. You take your hand and trace the marred flesh softly until his tense posture subsides and his eyes open to meet yours.
He covers your hand with his own, stilling you as he whispers harshly, “I do not deserve you, mon ange.”
You step closer bringing your lips within a breadth of his. “Nor I, you.”
His lips crush yours as he reaches and pulls you hard against him. You moan eagerly as you open your mouth, meeting and mating your tongue with his. Erik is the rough antithesis to the softer caresses of your friend and you savor the thought of the pleasures you could bring to one another this night. The need for air becomes pressing as you break the kiss, turning to let him continue his sweet torture down the side of your neck. You hear him say something, but are unable to understand it.
“What did you say, love?”
He kisses and nips his way back up your neck before resting his forehead against your own. “Give my the mask, please.” Reluctantly you hand it over, and watch as he puts it back on.
Erik’s familiar smirk regards you for a moment. “Well?”
You cock your head, puzzled as to what he’s about. “Well what?”
Erik offers you his arm. “Are we going to stand here all night or are we going to be proper hosts?”
You smile as you take the offered arm, ready to thoroughly enjoy your evening.
You caress the mask with one of your hands. “You know what I think of it, but if the idea of her seeing your face is disconcerting…”
“Disconcerting!” Erik lets out a harsh grunt. “That’s a mild way to put it.”
“You didn’t let me finish! You know I hate that mask, but if it makes you more comfortable, leave it on. Or she has agreed to a blindfold if necessary. But,” You walk around him slowly, letting your fingers trail here and there. “maybe before the night is over you will...change your mind.”
Slowly you turn him so he is facing away from the table and then reach up to gently peel the mask from his face. Erik’s reaction to the loss still makes your heart skip. You take your hand and trace the marred flesh softly until his tense posture subsides and his eyes open to meet yours.
He covers your hand with his own, stilling you as he whispers harshly, “I do not deserve you, mon ange.”
You step closer bringing your lips within a breadth of his. “Nor I, you.”
His lips crush yours as he reaches and pulls you hard against him. You moan eagerly as you open your mouth, meeting and mating your tongue with his. Erik is the rough antithesis to the softer caresses of your friend and you savor the thought of the pleasures you could bring to one another this night. The need for air becomes pressing as you break the kiss, turning to let him continue his sweet torture down the side of your neck. You hear him say something, but are unable to understand it.
“What did you say, love?”
He kisses and nips his way back up your neck before resting his forehead against your own. “Give my the mask, please.” Reluctantly you hand it over, and watch as he puts it back on.
Erik’s familiar smirk regards you for a moment. “Well?”
You cock your head, puzzled as to what he’s about. “Well what?”
Erik offers you his arm. “Are we going to stand here all night or are we going to be proper hosts?”
You smile as you take the offered arm, ready to thoroughly enjoy your evening.