I should have done this a long time ago

 

Author's note: Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been busy! DON’T KILL ME! (runs and hides behind desk)

So I hope I can make it up to you with this chapter and kisses from Erik to you (with some cape swirls);)

Madame Giry rowed toward Erik’s lair, praying that Christine was alive and unhurt.

Erik had given her a boat so she could get to him easily when there was news.

She found Erik and Christine sprawled on the floor. Christine was laying under Erik, her robe torn open. She was looking at Erik with passion-filled eyes while he fumbled with his trousers.

Madame Giry let out a small cough, which brought the lovers out of their trance.

Erik saw Madame Giry and leapt up, zipping his trousers. “Annette! What are you doing here?” he exclaimed, blushing furiously. He never bothered to cover his face when Annette visited him, for they had known each other for years.

“I have come to see if Christine was alright! She is like a daughter to me, as you know.” She looked at Christine who wrapped her robe tightly around her naked body, avoiding Annette’s gaze.

“Well, as you can see, she is fine.” Erik said, stiffly.

Christine pressed herself against Erik. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“Nevertheless, I would still like to speak with her. Privately.” Annette said, looking pointedly at Erik.

“I’ll allow it. Don’t take too long though, or I shall grow impatient.” He kissed Christine, glared at Madame Giry, and stalked out of the room.

“My dear, I am so relieved to see that you are well.” Annette said, taking Christine’s hand.

“Of course I am well. Erik would never harm me!”

“I know, my dear. But you know he has a temper.”

They sat down on the settee that was nearby.

“Now, this may be a delicate question, but have you had intercourse with Erik? I saw the way he was touching you.” Christine blushed furiously, remembering the night before when she had given herself repeatedly to her angel.

Gulping, she nodded shyly, her cheeks burning.

“Has Erik proposed to you yet?”

“We shall be married in two days.”

Madame Giry expected no less from Erik. She knew he loved Christine more than anything.

“I am very happy for you both.” Annette said, kissing Christine on the forehead.

“Thank you. I love Erik so much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.” Christine said, smiling.  “I am overjoyed to hear that. Erik needs to love and be loved and I know that being with you will take care of that. Although, I hope you will not spend the rest of your life down here. It is not healthy for you, or, if you decide to have them, your children.” Christine blushed again.

“Annette, do you think I would keep her down here indefinitely? I have already acquired a home on the outskirts of Paris. We will go there once the renovations are finished.”

Both women jumped because they did not hear Erik reenter the room.

“I am glad to hear that, Erik. Now I should return to rehearsals. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.”

Erik and Christine watched Madame Giry sail off.

When she had disappeared, Erik ripped Christine’s robew off of her and carried her to bed.

“Oh. Oh Erik!”

He laid her down on the velvet pillows and plunged three fingers into her tight wetness.

Christine gasped and gripped the blankets tightly. Erik watched her intently, studying every expression on her beautiful face.

He kissed her passionately as he thrusted his fingers vigorously into her sheath.

Christine wrapped her arms around Erik and screamed her fulfillment.

Erik removed his fingers from her soaking-wet pussy and sucked on them. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste.

She tastes like the sweetest nectar.

He looked at her with passion-filled eyes, and kissed her. Christine could taste herself on his tongue. It was the most erotic kiss she’d ever experienced.

“Erik. Take me! I need you, my angel!”

He removed his clothes and thrust deep inside of her.

His thrusts were slow, like he was relishing the feel of her.

Their lips met again, their tongues entwining.

This is what lovemaking means.

They found fulfillment in each other’s arms, then curled up together, falling asleep almost immediately.

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Lobby of the Opera Populaire:

Raoul stood in front of the men he had gathered with a determined expression on his face.

“You all know what to do. Hold back the monster while I deal with my fiancée. He is very dangerous, so make sure he does not escape. After I leave with Christine, kill him.”

He led the men through the halls to Christine’s dressing room, but none of them realized they were being watched.

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Madame Giry held her hand over her mouth in horror. Raoul was going after Christine and Erik.

She ran to the closest entrance to Erik’s lair and slipped inside.