Page 119 of Angel's Flight

“Courtesy of a new friend that Siobahn introduced me to,” Christine explained.“They had a mattress as well.I think we’ll sleep much better tonight.”

“You’ve done well settling in,” Erik remarked, proud but thoughtful.

Christine closed the door behind them and locked it, for good measure.Though they were alone in the manor, it gave Erik some sense of safety to know no one could barge in.It was security she knew he needed.“I know you’re thinking that things will change.”

“People tend to become less kind when they learn there’s a monster living on the hill,” Erik sighed.Christine shook her head and approached him.She didn’t flinch when she removed his mask, and she was sweet and loving as she kissed his cheek – kissed his scars and hideousness.Kissed the bridge of his sunken nose and his forehead.

“Maybe they won’t.Or they will and we will find a way to overcome it.”Christine pressed her body against him and slid her hands up his chest and then around his neck.“Together.”

“I don’t think I understood until recently what that meant,” Erik murmured, amazed by her.“What it really meant to marry you.”

Christine smiled, soft and curious.“Tell me more.”

“It’s easy to love you.Easy to swear that I will love you until the stars are cold and we are but dust and shadow,” Erik began, his voice like a song.“I thought choosing to follow that love into the light was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but it was just the beginning.It’s hard, every day, to be the man you deserve and the one I want to be.It’s hard to fight the darkness that’s in me, pulling me down.It’s hard to let go of the pain and the wounds.”

“I know.It’s hard for me too,” Christine confessed.“But we can’t heal if we don’t rest and help each other.Walk side by side, through the dark, into the light.”

“I couldn’t do it without you.Without your support and understanding and—”

“Stubbornness?”Christine laughed.“Or – what’s a good word for being willing to put you in your place and pull you back from your head?”

“Bravery, I think,” Erik exhaled, and kissed her, deep and thorough.She looked beatific when he pulled back, like something in her was finally at peace.He had done that, and it filled him with joy.“You’re the bravest person I’ve ever known, my Christine.”

“Brave enough to live by your side.”It was a new promise, one Erik wanted to return.

“As long as you’ll have me.”

A spark kindled in Christine’s eye, devious and delicious.“And how, pray tell, may I have you?”

“Any way you like,” Erik grinned.“Though I do think we lost those lovely restraints Letitia gifted you.”

“Oh, she gifted me a few things.She’s a generous and informative friend,” Christine purred.Erik was almost embarrassed by the eager way his heart began to beat at her tone and the hungry, rough way she kissed him.He chased her lips when she pulled back, but she grabbed his hair to hold him at bay and clucked her tongue.“I want you to undress and await me beside our bed.Face the window, legs against the frame.”

Erik’s curiosity flared to new heights as he obeyed.Christine disappeared into a shadowy corner of the room where she had piled their cases of things.He took his time removing his clothes, forcing himself to breathe and be calm and not let his imagination go too wild.What she was planning, he couldn’t say, but he was already half hard considering the possibilities.So much for being calm.

His belt was half undone when he made the mistake of looking up to the window she had told him to face.The curtains were only half-drawn, and it was night now.Which meant the glass of the window had been rendered into a mirror by the light inside the room.Erik found himself shocked by his own horrible reflection.

Now his heart raced for a different reason.He struggled to breathe, confronted by the awful sight of his deathly face.His scarred body.The face of a killer and a liar and an awful, broken thing.

“It’s alright,” Christine cooed from where she had materialized beside him.“You don’t have to look.I can close it, if you like, but I don’t think you should be afraid of seeing the man I love.”

Erik gasped, eyes still on his reflection, as Christine’s gentle hands swept up his back and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.“I...”He couldn’t speak.He couldn’t answer such love.

“Close your eyes then, and wait,” Christine told him, and he did.

Instantly, he was at peace in the darkness where she alone shone for him like the sun.He was compliant as she slipped her hands around him, finishing his work and undoing his belt, and he shivered as she exposed him to the air.He felt her soft breasts against his back and then...something else.

“What—” he began to ask, mind grinding to a halt as his wife took his hands and guided them behind him to touch her.First her breasts, then her ribs.Her belly, and then, a length of leather.A belt of some kind.Erik’s mouth went dry in amazement as he explored the curious accessory with his fingertips, tracing where it dipped down to his wife’s groin where it held a smooth, hard...

“It’s an instrument of pleasure,” Christine whispered, bold and amused.“I had to know what sort of weapons a woman could have in her arsenal.”

“Indeed,” Erik murmured, brain reeling.“And have you been instructed in its use?”

“I have, but I will need some additional direction, I think.”Christine pressed against him, the shaft of her borrowed cock sliding against his ass.“I have oil too.”

“Good,” was all he could mutter.

He kept his eyes closed as she bent him at the hip, and he took a place on the bed.He’d been on his knees before her many times, but never like this.This was a kind of submission that was utterly different.It was terrifying and wonderful.

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