Requiem of Love
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Category:
M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,167
Reviews:
14
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.
Requiem of Love--Chapter Five: Our Song Takes Flight
I allowed my arms to fall from around his neck, letting my hands explore his body.
“Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,” he sang softly. His hands held fast to my waist as he built a slow and steady rhythm.
As my body adjusted to his, I fastened my legs around his hips and began to meet his movements with my own. I was experiencing a whole new sensation inside of me. The pain I had felt before was transforming into a different kind of ache. It was the pleasurable kind, the kind you feel when you massage and soothe an aching muscle.
Erik’s body commanded my reactions, forcing me to writhe beneath him in what could only be described as sweet ecstasy. Pulling my knees up towards him, he kissed each one before lifting me higher off the bed. “Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath!” he growled, as he intensified his delivery.
We both let out moans and cries of pleasure in many different chords. Our Requiem of Love could be heard all throughout as it echoed off the walls. We lost focus of time and all surroundings, except each others bodies. Lips… limbs… tongues… torsos all intertwined into one raging sea of passion. We were no longer able to determine where his flesh ended and mine began.
Erik was insatiable, the more I gave the more he wanted. His eyes burned through me with lust; wherever they looked, his mouth would follow in pursuit. He drove his pelvis against mine, like waves hitting the shore. I threw my head back, which lured him to bite my exposed neck. I began to thrash my head wildly as he continued his sensual assault. That newly familiar twinge in my muscles was starting to take hold. Then he delivered the master stroke, which sent me over the edge of heaven. I dug my fingers deep into his back as my body went into shocking spasms. When it finally stilled, I began to melt away into oblivion.
“Don’t slip away Angel, not yet. Our song is not complete and it ends with a surprise,” he said breathing heavily. He moved his hips in slow, methodical circles before working himself into a fast and furious frenzy. He pushed with a fierce determination, the muscles in his body tightening and relaxing with each stroke. Biting down on his lip, he began trembling. “Oh Angel, I’m going to explode!” he roared. After few more heated strokes, he pulled himself from inside me. “My song is coming!” he stammered. Closing his eyes, he grasped his instrument and squeezed it with my hand. I watched in awe as the notes sprang from inside him and spilled out across my body.
“Our song is complete, Angel. You alone can make it take flight,” he said before falling silent.
“I love you Erik.”
“Oh how I love you too, my Angel,” he said, showering me with kisses.
He reached for a cloth on the nightstand and lovingly began cleaning his music off of my belly and breasts. I nibbled on his ear while he did so.
Fifteen minutes later*************
“Erik?”
“Yes Angel?”
“When can we make another song?”
“Hmm,” he said, pausing to reach between his legs, “I’d say whenever you’re ready to sing again.”
“I’m ready to sing now,” I whispered in his ear.
“As you wish Angel, as you wish,” he smiled.
****The End****
Thanks for reading and commenting. If anyone is interested I did an alternate version of the story told from Erik's Point of View. Let me know if you'd like me to post it.
“Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,” he sang softly. His hands held fast to my waist as he built a slow and steady rhythm.
As my body adjusted to his, I fastened my legs around his hips and began to meet his movements with my own. I was experiencing a whole new sensation inside of me. The pain I had felt before was transforming into a different kind of ache. It was the pleasurable kind, the kind you feel when you massage and soothe an aching muscle.
Erik’s body commanded my reactions, forcing me to writhe beneath him in what could only be described as sweet ecstasy. Pulling my knees up towards him, he kissed each one before lifting me higher off the bed. “Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath!” he growled, as he intensified his delivery.
We both let out moans and cries of pleasure in many different chords. Our Requiem of Love could be heard all throughout as it echoed off the walls. We lost focus of time and all surroundings, except each others bodies. Lips… limbs… tongues… torsos all intertwined into one raging sea of passion. We were no longer able to determine where his flesh ended and mine began.
Erik was insatiable, the more I gave the more he wanted. His eyes burned through me with lust; wherever they looked, his mouth would follow in pursuit. He drove his pelvis against mine, like waves hitting the shore. I threw my head back, which lured him to bite my exposed neck. I began to thrash my head wildly as he continued his sensual assault. That newly familiar twinge in my muscles was starting to take hold. Then he delivered the master stroke, which sent me over the edge of heaven. I dug my fingers deep into his back as my body went into shocking spasms. When it finally stilled, I began to melt away into oblivion.
“Don’t slip away Angel, not yet. Our song is not complete and it ends with a surprise,” he said breathing heavily. He moved his hips in slow, methodical circles before working himself into a fast and furious frenzy. He pushed with a fierce determination, the muscles in his body tightening and relaxing with each stroke. Biting down on his lip, he began trembling. “Oh Angel, I’m going to explode!” he roared. After few more heated strokes, he pulled himself from inside me. “My song is coming!” he stammered. Closing his eyes, he grasped his instrument and squeezed it with my hand. I watched in awe as the notes sprang from inside him and spilled out across my body.
“Our song is complete, Angel. You alone can make it take flight,” he said before falling silent.
“I love you Erik.”
“Oh how I love you too, my Angel,” he said, showering me with kisses.
He reached for a cloth on the nightstand and lovingly began cleaning his music off of my belly and breasts. I nibbled on his ear while he did so.
Fifteen minutes later*************
“Erik?”
“Yes Angel?”
“When can we make another song?”
“Hmm,” he said, pausing to reach between his legs, “I’d say whenever you’re ready to sing again.”
“I’m ready to sing now,” I whispered in his ear.
“As you wish Angel, as you wish,” he smiled.
****The End****
Thanks for reading and commenting. If anyone is interested I did an alternate version of the story told from Erik's Point of View. Let me know if you'd like me to post it.