The Point of No Return- COMPLETE

Chapter Nine


Humming to herself, Christine reached over and tested the waters of the bath she was drawing for herself. Deep in the belly of the lair, there was a secret room that Erik had shone her on their first true night together. It was actually a large cave-like room with a domed ceiling. Thick stone walls were covered with gold framed floor length mirrors. Everywhere she looked, she could see her reflection staring back at her. All around the room candles were lit, giving soft light, reflecting in the mirrors as an oversized claw foot tub sat in the middle of the room. Plush Persian carpets covered the cold stone floor.

Standing up, Christine reached for the ties to the red silk robe she was wearing. She let the robe fall to the carpet, leaving her nude. She quickly pinned up her hair, reaching over to a small table to grab a hairpin to keep it securely in place. She stepped into the tub, sitting down as she let the hot water surround her. Leaning back in the tub, she gave a deep sigh as she closed her eyes. She knew that Erik wouldn’t be back for awhile. He was taking care of some business with Madame Giry. Wanting to take a bath before his return, she had snuck away to the secret room.

Running her fingers through the water, Christine ran her fingers over her breasts. Opening her eyes, she caught sight of her wedding ring. A smile crept along her lips as she stared at the ring. It still hadn’t sunken in yet that she was married to Erik.

“Do you regret it already?”

Christine sat up and whipped around to see Erik standing in the arched doorway of the room. “Never!” She swore, shaking her head. “The only regret I have is I didn’t see how much I loved you sooner.”

Erik smiled as he walked in, letting the heavy velvet drapes close behind him. He kept his eyes on his wife as he walked closer to the tub. His wife. That would take some getting used to. He wasn’t a man who was used to having his dreams come true. He was a man who was used to taking what he wanted, other people be damned. “I love you too mon ange.”

Christine swallowed hard as she watched him walk over to stand next to the tub. Gone was the black jacket he wore, along with the decorative vest. As he stood before her now he was dressed much more casually. Now he wore his white linen shirt, unbuttoned and wide open as it revealed the hard muscles of his broad chest. A fine sheen of sweat was coating his skin from the steam from the bath, making the shirt appear sheer. The black pants he wore hung low on his hips, molded to his strong thighs. His light brown hair was tousled, hanging around his face. He didn’t wear the mask tonight. Instead looking at her with a smile on his uncovered face.

“Is your business done for the evening?” She asked while sweeping her tongue over her full lower lip.

Erik groaned as his eyes focused on her tongue. He felt himself growing tight against the seam of his trousers. He sat on the edge of the tub as he leaned down to kiss her, intending it to be soft, gentle. Yet as he started to kiss her, he opened his mouth and his tongue darted in to taste her. Then he felt her hand come up to flutter against his chest, the hot water enticing him. “I’m all yours, my love. Whatever your little heart desires, I’m more than willing.”

Those were music to Christine’s ears. Sitting up in the tub, she reached over as she pulled his shirt from his pants. Erik let the shirt slide from his body as he kept his eyes on her. He closed his eyes and hissed when he felt her mouth press against the heated flesh of his chest. Her lips were as soft as silk as they slid over his abs to kiss his navel. “Anything?” She asked mischievously.

“Anything.” He barely got out, his voice becoming hoarse. He put his hands on her shoulders to keep from falling into the tub. The feel of her slick skin under his palms had his eyes snapping open to look down at her. “What is your mind cooking up my sweet Christine?”

She smirked as she wiggled her finger in a come here motion. “Climb in. There is plenty of room.”

Erik stood, his hands unbuttoning his trousers while kicking off his boots. As he undid his pants, they fell to pool around his ankles on the floor revealing a narrow waist that trailed down to a pair of powerful thighs. He was hard and ready for her. He slipped in the tub behind her, settling against the back of the tub.

Christine moved over to him and straddled his lap. Erik’s hands moved to her waist as he pulled her close, lowering his head to kiss her fully. Once again his tongue snaked out first to taste her, only moaning when he found her tongue there waiting. His large hands slid up her back, forcing her hips to rock against him. She moaned low in her throat as she felt him nudging underneath her, hard as a rock. Opening her legs a bit she let him settle against her, sliding along his length. The kiss turned fiery when she began to suck on the tip of his tongue as he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. When she slid back and forth along his shaft, Erik growled, breaking the kiss. “You’re so wet, ma petite.”

She giggled as she began to nibble on his chin, swirling her tongue around the cleft she found there. “We’re in a bath.”

“So that explains this?” Erik reached his hand down between her legs to brush his fingertips along her folds. When he heard her suck in her breath, he chuckled. “You’re only this wet for me, Christine.” He lowered his head and took a nipple between his full lips. Sucking it deep into his mouth, his soft wet tongue swirled around the hardened peak.

Christine let her head fall back as she moaned, her fingers sliding through his hair. “You’re the only man who ever makes me like this.” She whispered, confirming his declaration. Her palms slid down over the back of his neck, around his shoulders to slide up and down his chest. She slid her hands down until they disappeared in the water. Rocking against him, she splashed him, covering his chest with water droplets.

Erik growled as a twinkle appeared in his eyes. “Does someone want to play?”

“Shh we mustn’t tell my husband. He’s a very jealous man.” Christine put a finger to his lips.

He opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside, swirling his tongue around it. “He has every right to be, you’re a beautiful woman.” He smirked as she pulled out her finger. “Any man would consider himself lucky to have a wife like you. Do you love this husband of yours?”

“With all my heart.” Christine looked deep into the green depths of his eyes. “He is my life, my soul mate. I’m very proud to be Madame Erik Delacroix.”

Hearing his name on her lips, Erik felt the tears sting his eyes. Pulling her close, he claimed her lips with his. She broke off the kiss as she pushed against his chest. He looked at her with questions in his eyes. Then he felt her mouth on neck, moving downward. He leaned back in the tub, letting her have her way. Sucking in his breath, he felt Christine’s mouth slide down the thick column of his neck. Her tongue darted out to brush along his collarbone. He gripped the sides of the tub until his knuckles were white when he felt her open her mouth to nip on his skin. “God Christine!” He managed to grit out.

“Yes my love?” She whispered against his skin as she licked a water droplet from his chest. She loved the taste of her husband. There was something special about Erik. He had a masculine musky scent that was unique to him and him alone. Continuing to lick water droplets off his skin Christine swirled her tongue around a brown flat nipple. Flicking the tip of her tongue over it, she smiled when she heard him moan. She then began to suckle on it. “I find I can’t get enough of you.” Letting go of the nipple, she dragged her mouth over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

He reached down and cradled her face in his large hands. “It doesn’t seem real yet that you are my wife, Christine.” There was a catch in his voice. “I love you.” He pulled her up to take her mouth in a fierce kiss as he grabbed her hips, entering her in one long solid thrust. The instant he slid up into her to the hilt, they both moaned in each other’s mouths.

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck as she slanted her mouth over his, deepening the kiss. Erik’s hands were on her waist as he began to control the tempo of his thrusts. Sliding her hips back and forth, he slid hard and deep into her each time. Water splashed all around them, overflowing onto the carpet. With every thrust, Erik lifted his hips to get as deep as he could. Her breasts slid across the wet expanse of his chest, an erotic massage that he was craving with each thrust. “Deeper.” She managed to moan as she tried to catch her breath.

“As my lady wishes!” Erik growled as he began to lift her up and down on his hips, going deeper and deeper each time until he could swear he was touching her womb. His soft brown hair now hung in wet strands around his face as his chest was soaked. The muscles in his biceps rippled as he lifted her. She moved her hands to rest on them as she braced herself for each stroke. Erik couldn’t get enough of being inside her. Since he had known her, Christine had become like a drug he couldn’t live without. She was so addicting, and he was afraid he’d never break the habit.

More water splashed out as Erik threw back his head, deepening his thrusts. He opened his eyes and the image he saw nearly had him coming. In the mirrors, he watched as he made love to Christine. Their image was reflected back to him. Everywhere he looked he saw himself moving in and out of her body. Christine had her back arched, her breasts thrust out, water droplets falling from her nipples. Keeping his eyes on the mirror in front of him, Erik watched as he made love to his wife. “Christine, look behind me. What do you see?”

Opening her eyes, Christine gasped at what she saw. “Oh god.” A hand flew to her mouth.

“Tell me what you see.” Erik commanded as he picked up his pace, not missing a beat with the thrusts. “Tell me do you see us?” He whispered as he took a nipple into his mouth. Sucking the water droplet off, he continued to swirl his tongue around it.

“I see us.” She admitted. “Your back is to me. I see me ri-“ She broke off, blushing.

“Tell me Christine. Tell me what you’re doing to me. I want to hear it come from your sweet lips.
Erik growled as he began to forcefully pump his hips, causing more water to spill out.

“I’m riding you.” She blushed as she admitted. “My legs are wrapped around your waist and I’m riding you.” Her voice became stronger and huskier with each word.

“Yesss!” Erik moaned. “You’re riding me. I’m moving in and out of your wetness.” He found that he was panting as he tried to keep his control. Feeling her body hugging his, he was amazed he had any sanity left. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds of water splashing and two lovers trying to breathe.

“Erik.” She purred his name as she began to kiss his chest again. She slid her hips away only to be yanked close by a strong arm. As soon as he entered her again, her body began to shake. She clutched at his shoulders as she gasped loudly. “Erik I’m-“ She let her head fall back as she pushed against him.

“Let it go!” He roared as he began to slam into her body. He cringed, knowing he was being too rough on her. But when she urged him on with her hips, he growled as he thrust one last time, driving her over the edge.

The climax ripped through Christine, causing her to scream out his name, fearing she’d break the mirrors with her voice. Her body tightened around his, squeezing almost brutally with the force of her orgasm. Erik roared his approval. “That’s it, Christine. Let it go. Come for me.” He urged her on with the sound of his voice. Knowing that he couldn’t hold back himself, with one last thrust his body started to convulse as he exploded deep inside her. Both of their bodies gave in to the pleasure as they fell back into the tub, water splashing out.

Erik’s eyes remained closed as he held Christine to him. Their breathing came in ragged pants as he felt her arms wrapped around him. He rubbed her back soothingly as he kissed the top of her head. After several minutes of lying there, he whispered softly to her. “The water is turning cold, mon ange. We should get out.”

Christine looked up at him with a smile on her face. “We made quite a mess.” She slid a hand up and down his chest, kissing it where his heart lay.

“We can clean it up tomorrow. Tonight I want to make love to my wife again, and again, and again.” Erik kissed her long and leisurely. “I need you Christine, not just tonight but for always.”

“Then take me Erik, as you said we have all night. Tonight is our wedding night and I am finding I love being your wife.” Christine whispered to him.

“Then we have no time to waste. The night is long and we have so much to do.” Erik stood up, offering her his hand. “Come my lady.”