Page 120 of Angel's Flight
She was gentle as she touched him.She kissed him and caressed him for what felt like forever, easing him into a state not unlike a dream.It was pure delight when her hand found his hard member at last, stroking him slow and gentle as a mere prelude to something more.Still, he sucked in a breath in shock at the first touch of her slick finger to his entrance.To say it had been a while was an understatement.
“I’ll go slow,” she said sweetly.Lovingly.It bewildered him, to be given this as an act of her love.Because it was for him, for his pleasure.His mind didn’t know how to accommodate that idea any more than his body knew how to respond to the way she touched him.It was a stretch, but it felt good.It felt warm and insistent and so good as she circled and pressed.
“That’s...that’s good...”he muttered, wondering if he’d even be able to form words soon.She chuckled in the dark above him and pressed another kiss to his spine.
“You’re good.So beautiful and good for me,” she cooed back, pressing deeper into him as she did.He found himself nodding, not in agreement but in acquiescence, as she kept up her work.“Tell me when you’re ready.”
He could only groan, his body was already taut and hot; cock dripping between his legs.She added another finger and the fullness was almost too much to bear.He breathed through it, breathed deep and relaxed for her.To be hers in yet another way.
“I’m ready,” he breathed, and for a second he was empty.
Then, she pushed in, the head of her instrument slickened and warm.Erik let out a sound akin to a yell and a song, reveling in the divine pleasure and pain as his lover penetrated him.It felt like forever that she moved in and out by increments until he was stretched full, panting, and at her mercy.
“Shall we begin?”Christine asked breathlessly.Erik didn’t understand, once again, because what had they been doing up until now?Why did she sound so undone, as if this gave her pleasure as well?Maybe it did.Maybe she liked fucking him this way.If so, he would let her take this pleasure too.
He nodded.
Her first thrust was not rough, but it sent lightning through Erik’s body that left him trembling as she touched a place inside him that seemed made for this.Again she moved, and he gasped, eyes flying open against his will...And he saw.
He saw not only his own reflection, prone and bent on the bed, but he saw his Christine, radiant and ravenous behind him.He looked and he saw and he watched as she fucked him, her hips pumping, her breasts bobbing, each thrust sending Erik closer to oblivion.
She flattened herself against his back, grinding with her hips, and took his cock in hand as she found a perfect angle within him.He wanted to savor it, to exist in this pleasure for as long as possible, but soon, it was too much.To be seen and possessed and subsumed was all too much and he came with a fierce cry, spilling hot over her hand.
He collapsed on the bed, breathless and amazed, electricity and joy ringing through him.It was surprisingly soft, this new mattress they had found.He’d be happy to sleep here just as he was happy to linger in the afterglow.In their bed.In their house where they would stay.Where endless nights like this with his beloved awaited him.
He only stirred when he felt a soft, cool cloth against his skin.He turned to see an angel attending him, one who was beaming.
“You look pleased,” Erik whispered.“Happy even.”
Christine grinned sheepishly.“I am pleased.That was quite delightful.I can’t even explain why, but that was what I needed too.You’ve made me very happy.”
“I want to make you come,” Erik said as the thought bloomed in his mind.Before he could think more he was moving, pulling Christine to the bed and flipping her to the mattress.“I want to make you feel as good as I do,” he muttered between kisses all over her body.
“Aren’t you tired?”she gasped as he kissed her belly and pushed her legs apart.
“No.I feel like I could fly,” Erik sighed back before licking her thigh.“I want to taste you and serve you and ravish you until you’re limp.I want to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.I want you to fall asleep so satisfied you won’t wake until hours past dawn, and then I’ll fuck you again against these walls.I’ll make them ring with your cries of pleasure so that the very foundations of this house know that you belong to me, as much as this place belongs to us now.”
Erik paused for one moment, looking up at her from the sweet juncture of her thighs.She looked beatific and overcome, her breasts heaving, mouth agape, and joyful tears in her eyes.“Then do it, my love,” she exhaled, and that was all he needed to hear.
Erik made sure to be a man of his word.He made her come on his fingers and tongue, ecstatic at the taste of her.She made no attempt to muffle her screams, and he reveled in the way she lost control of herself and came again, even when she thought she was done.He took her on her knees when he was hard again, fucking her as hard and well as she had done him until they both collapsed and held each other until the dawn.
Paris
Fall had found Parisin the days Shaya had been gone.Or perhaps it had followed him from the cool hills of Ireland, despite the speed of his exit from that county.There had been a part of him that wanted to stay – to learn more thoroughly what adventures had befallen Erik and Christine – but there had been too much to do.He had at least waited for a different train from Sligo than the one his former captor would have taken.That would have been awkward.
Shaya had bid Erik adieu and begun the long journey back to London, and it was more comfortable than traveling as a hostage.Even though he had only been in Ireland’s countryside for a few days, and unwillingly so, London was a heady contrast to the quiet that was now Erik’s home.Or prison.Shaya was still unsure.
In London, he had also longed to rest, but that wasn’t to be.His things, meager though they were, had not been thrown into the street when he didn’t return to his hotel, much to his relief, and he managed to get some sleep before beginning his business.He sent telegrams and delivered letters to Adèle and, through her, various other friends that the former Opera Ghost had accumulated along the way.Shaya was particularly interested in an Italian man with an English name who had come to the city and may have entangled himself with Adèle, however briefly.Jack had spoken kindly of Erik and seemed eager to meet with him for some musical pursuit.
Shaya wasn’t sure of the details.The whole affair had been a whirlwind, and soon enough, he had found himself on a succession of carriages, boats, and trains back to Paris.All that remained now was the walk up theRue de Rivolito his flat where Darius awaited, and Shaya wanted nothing more than to fall into his bed and sleep for a week.
He should have known fate wouldn’t grant him such mercy.Darius was waiting in the parlor looking imperious next to, of course, young Meg Giry.
“I have been waiting for an hour!”Meg crowed, jumping up from her spot by the fire.
“You stayed because I had supper ready,” Darius muttered before turning his attention to Shaya and giving him a loving smile.“Glad to see you remain alive.”
“Darius won’t tell me what happened, but he implied you were in danger!”Meg nearly yelped, then narrowed her eyes.“I assume you were attending to some business with Erik.”
