Death Awakens

“Miss Laura Bradshire?”

A young woman looked up from the corner of the office and stood quietly, lifting the large brim of her hat slightly so that her sparkling blue eyes could see the man in front of her.
“Yes, Constable?” she replied quietly. There was a tremor in her voice and expectation that caused the light in her eyes to dance.

“We’ve found him,” he replied tersely, nodding his head slightly as the lady exhaled quietly in front of him.

“Thank you so very much, Constable. I very much appreciate all your hard work,” she rose, extending her hand. “When can I get the information to contact him?”

The man took her hand. “Contact him? Miss Bradshire, do you truly intend to find this man? He has no knowledge of the charges you have declared. No one does outside of this one office”

“Yes, in all honesty, Constable, I have to see him again. My brother and I truly appreciate everything that you have done, and this final step will make all our efforts worthwhile. I most assuredly will not go alone, and actually was hoping to have an escort or two from your establishment to accompany me… but I must be there to see him before… before…”

“Yes, I understand.” He said swiftly, patted her gloved hand rather awkwardly before drawing her towards the front of the room. Reaching behind a desk drawer, he removed some papers, shuffling through them before selecting one, handing it to her.

“It is far from London, Miss Bradshire. Do you have anywhere to stay?”

She tilted her head slightly, “Yes, my friend Madame de Chagny will be in town soon, but I would still very much like an escort from your office, Constable… if that could be arranged?” He nodded again, clicking his heels slightly as if in salute and swiftly turned away, disappearing through the nearby doorway.

The woman hardly noticed his departure, blue eyes narrowing behind heavy lashes as they scanned the words scrawled in her hand:

Sir Robert Wellsley
Paris – Opera Populaire Sponsor

Gently folding the paper, she smoothed out the folds in her dress, readjusted her hat and headed out the door where her carriage was waiting.

“Robert Wellsley, I shall see you in Paris,” she whispered, as the carriage began to move.

Lila shrieked as Erik threw her onto the bed. She quivered in anticipation and a slight delicious quiver of fear as his figure above her, darkened in the doorway.

“This will be your new scene,” he hissed, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, and filling the distance between them.

“What?” she breathed, struggling to make sense of his statement as his lips found the curve of her neck, and nipped hungrily at the skin.

“This will be your newest scene,” said Erik’s voice from outside the room. “This scene”—from behind her—“will be the fire”—from above her—“that sets the world ablaze” he whispered into her open lips.

Lila’s eyes widened at the pleasure of the assault from his lips, his voice all around her, black pupils dilated wide and contracted sharply to make Erik hiss in amazement to see the violet hues sparkle brilliantly into his own. His long fingers found the bud of one peaked nipple, and he smirked in triumph at the gasp that escaped from Lila’s lips. Lips replaced hand as Erik returned to lave the heavy weight of her breasts, first one, then the other, trailing wet kisses and hungry nips, down the soft curve of her belly, tongue delving quickly into her navel, producing another squeal, and inching downward.
Grunting in frustration, Erik deftly pulled at the ties for the remainder of Lila’s dress the clung to the swell of her hips, watching the skirts fall to the floor in heavy piles to reveal the thick flesh of her thighs, one smooth leg paired with its gnarled twin, meeting at a soft hedge at a soft, dark triangle.

At her nakedness, Lila shuffled, trying to hide from his gaze, but Erik pushed her arms aside staring intensely at the curves of her body, causing her to squirm and blush in embarrassment.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” she whispered with her eyes half closed, looking away from him. She could feel the saliva from his kisses cooling with the draft, goose-bumps rising on her skin.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips, tracing hers with the tip of his tongue, deepening the kiss, until her arms were around his, clutching at his back, and even breaths turning into pants and soft moans that filled their mouths.
Pressing fevered kisses along neck and shoulders, he continued again, trailing his lips and tongue, tasting her flesh, hands clutching greedily at the thickness of her thighs and hips. His nose quivered at the smell of her arousal, and he parted her legs firmly with arms, kneeling down and trailing his tongue against the wetness of those lips. Lila seemed to buckle, clamping her legs fiercely against his sides, but he persisted again, more firmly, laving softly, deftly along the outside folds, and then in vicious circles around the heat of her clitoris—at which Lila’s back arched upward as she gasped in pleasure.

“Oh!” Erik grinned wickedly, and continued, deftly circling and stroking her. Digging fingers into his hair, Erik only furthered his ministrations, grinning into her as her moans grew louder and the trembling in her legs quickened sharply.

He stood quickly, freeing his hardened shaft from the confines of his pants, parting her legs wider, and placed his swollen head between her wetness, reveling at the heat that was coming off of her body.

“This is your new scene,” he whispered harshly before thrusting sharply, deeply into her, throwing his head back and gasping at the velvet heat that surrounded him.

Lila shrieked, clutching at the headboard above her, a tear falling from the corner of one eye as she gritted her teeth. Erik’s face seemed to fall at the expression of her face.

“It hurts,” she said quietly, breathing deeply, trying to relax her body. Erik looked to see the faint shade of red that was blooming on the sheet beneath them.

“Oh Lila,” he said quietly, and withdrew slightly, stifling the groan of pleasure, and pushed in again, slowly. Lila exhaled again softly, nodding encouragement, and he thrust again, at which she moaned slightly. Their bodies began to move rhythmically against one another, and the pain faded to nothingness as a sweet pressure began to build inside of Lila. Arching her back, she shifted her pelvis against his waist, at which they both groaned.
“Oh … fuck…” she whispered, and moved again, as Erik quickened his pace, thrusting harder and harder until her moans turned to delicious shrieks that filled the room. Flinging her legs above his shoulders, he continued, driving into her in a new passion, eyes blazing into hers. Lila’s mouth was slack with pleasure, eyes shining brilliantly almost as if in delirium as Erik continued to thrust.
Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, her fingers digging sharply into his back, she shrieked into his chest, as that deep pressure seemed to rise inside of her growing larger and larger until at the peak of its curve, she crashed down, body quaking fiercely in his embrace. Erik’s eyes opened wide at the vise grip that wrapped around him as she came sending him over the edge as well, as he thrust deeply inside of her, gasping at the electricity that seemed to crackle in the air above him.

“You are my diva,” he groaned into her as he lifted himself carefully off. Lila smiled weakly, panting still from their exertions. Rolling to her side, he placed a protective arm around her, pulling her closely to him.
“You are my diva,” he whispered again, fingers slowly stroking her skin as his breath deepened into sleep.

“I’m yours,” she whispered softly into the darkness, before sleep overtook her as well.