Page 118 of Angel's Fall

Erik stared at her, golden eyes full of wonder and anticipation. “I await your command, dear wife.”

“Let me see you, husband. All of you. No need for any modesty now.”

He kept his eyes locked with hers as he obeyed, and she knew it gave him strength. It gave him peace to be commanded by her, to be the object of her love and desire and care. She smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and waistcoat and removed all the layers in one smooth action. The scarred skin of his chest and arms took on the color of old ivory in the dim light from the oil lamp by the bed and the low fire, and it was beautiful. His thin, long frame and tight muscles, the marks and scars of a life lived so painfully. It was allErik, and she loved it.

“Perfect.” Christine swore she saw him blush as he busied himself with his shoes. His hands hovered at the fastening to his trousers. “Help me first,” Christine intervened. Erik’s shoulders relaxed and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

“It would be my honor,” Erik breathed as he knelt before her, and Christine fought to keep her breath steady. He raised the hem of her dress and kissed it, like he was a pilgrim paying homage at a holy shrine, and it made Christine swoon. “Would you like to sit, dear wife?”

Christine tried to be graceful as she took one of the chairs by the fire and Erik remained prostrate before her. It was impossible now to conceal how her breath had grown rapid and her cheeks red, especially as her husband removed her shoes for her. Christine shivered as Erik’s gentle hands slid beneath her skirts and ghosted up her leg to her garter, undoing it with ease before pulling down her stocking. To her utter amazement, he kissed her foot when it was exposed, tender and worshipful.

Erik repeated the action with the other stocking, bestowing another supplicant kiss on her other foot. Christine wanted to command his hands to find their way between her thighs again to let him discover how wet and ready she already was. At the same time, she wanted this all to last forever.

Erik rose and helped her up again, transferring his focus to the many buttons of her jacket and blouse with far more confidence than he had exhibited when attending to his own clothes. He kissed her collarbone softly when it was finally exposed to the air, then her arms and chest. Her skirts left her next, falling to the floor in a pool. Finally they freed her of her corset, leaving only her chemise and pantalettes. Erik lifted the former from her body, exposing her heavy breasts and tight nipples to the air before granting them the attention of his mouth.

Christine wrapped her arms around her husband as he licked and suckled at one breast and then the other, using his teeth and tongue expertly to make her sigh and coo in pleasure. He caught her around the waist at the exact second her knees grew weak and caught her, carrying her to their wedding bed as she caught his mouth in a kiss.

Erik kissed her as he laid her down, his hands sweeping over her skin, deft and soft, but all too soon, his mouth was gone from hers to shower her body once again with kisses. She adored the attention he paid to every curve and crevice, from the bend of her arm to the soft curve of her belly right above her ruff.

He slipped off her pantalettes, following the slow removal of the fabric with his lips and tongue all the way down her legs then back up as he parted her thighs to take his place between them. Her hips rose in anticipation, but he paused, face hidden against her skin.

“May I taste you, sweet wife?” Erik asked, his voice a symphony. “Will you let me serve you?”

“Yes,” Christine panted, dizzied by the knowledge that, even now, when she was bare and needy under him, she was still in control, still mistress of her fate and choices. “Yes, my love. My husband.”

Christine’s blood and lust surged as her husband’s mouth descended ravenously on her sex. She could hear and feel it, how wet she was for him as he licked and sucked and made her writhe. She gripped the brass frame of the bed with one hand and twined her fingers into his dark hair with the other, her legs splayed out as he devoured her with the same pure adoration that he had shown all night. She had never felt more honored – more served and cherished – as she felt now, as her husband worshiped her with his mouth to bring her pleasure and show his love.

Her body convulsed as she began to come, the pinnacle building slowly as Erik added his fingers to his efforts, filling her so sweetly and touching those places inside that made Christine helpless. She bucked and arched as she climaxed, Erik humming in pleasure and pride as she did so, provoking more spikes of bliss. Just as slowly as it had begun, he eased her down from the peak, now with gentle kisses to her belly and thighs as she caught her breath.

“So beautiful,” Erik breathed against her skin. Still light-headed with lust, she pushed herself up from the bed, focusing on the debauched face of the man looking up at her. He was a sight: his long hair falling in his face, nearly concealing his missing nose and terrible scars.

“As are you, my Erik,” Christine said, and he blinked in disbelief. It was all the prompting she needed. “Let me show you.”

Her husband did not resist as she reversed their positions, laying him out on the bed, prone below her. She kissed his lips, tasting herself there, then his neck and chest, licking his nipples and ministering to his scars.

“Oh, Christine...” he sighed, as ever in awe of her touch.

“Your Christine,” she breathed against his taut abdomen, breasts now against the bulge in his trousers. “Your wife.”

He only groaned as she moved against him, her nipples catching on the fabric as she continued for a few moments longer. She smiled at how compliant and eager he was when she finally undid the fastenings and freed him of this last scrap of clothing. His perfect cock sprang free, blushing and hard just for her, with moisture already beading at the tip. She gave it one long lick, savoring the tang of him as he had savored her. It was tempting, to keep her mouth upon him, but she had a marriage to consummate tonight.

“Look,” Christine commanded, sliding up her lover’s long body and touching his cheek. His eyes were unfocused at first as they opened, perhaps more so as Christine kissed him. Those perfect golden eyes cleared as she drew back, gazing down at him below her in the lamplight and seeing all of him. He glanced nervously at the light and it made Christine even more sure of her next move.

“I—” Erik began, and she placed a finger against his lips to stop his protest.

“Watch,” she said. Erik relaxed and complied. He watched in wonder as Christine straddled him and guided his hard member into her tender sex. She was sensitive from coming already, but that only made her feel every vein and ridge of him as she lowered herself on his length. “Eyes open, my husband, so you can see,” Christine gasped, fighting not to let the pleasure overwhelm her.

“I see an angel, a goddess,” Erik began, then moaned as Christine began to move her hips. “I see my wife.”

“And I see you,” Christine keened in return as Erik began to meet her with shallow thrusts. She loved all the ways they could join, all the different joys their bodies could find together, but having him like this was special and always had been. It was not just the pleasure it brought her to be so utterly filled, or how good it was to ride him at whatever pace she chose. Making love like this meant he could not hide and she could see the face and the scars of the man she loved.

“Christine,” he breathed, grabbing her hand as their speed increased. He bucked up into her and she undulated above him in turn.

“I see you. Erik, I see all of you,” Christine nearly sang, her sweat beginning to glisten on her skin as she arched herself to take him deeper, faster. “I see your scars and your darkness and your beauty and your love and your sins and I love it. Do you know that, my husband? Can you see that right now?”

“Yes!” Erik cried, his free hand coming between them so he could rub that magical nub with his thumb, causing Christine a new explosion of pleasure that nearly made her scream.

“See it, Erik. See how I love you,” Christine whimpered, refusing to look away from his teary, adoring eyes. “Entirely.”

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