One Shots

The Phantom's Desire

Erik's pov
I looked up at her-Christine from across the table. She finally wasn't afraid of me anymore. She'd gotten past my face. Past the fact that I've done some stupid things that I'm-nor no one should, be proud of. I sigh happily as I look at her. The light of the candles I had set on the table are reflected in her hypnotic eyes. The look she was giving me sparked something in me and I don't quite know what it was.
I get up from the table and pull her chair for her. A smirk pulls at my lips and I take her hands. They were soft and warm and I wanted to feel them all over me. My heart started to race as she reached up on her toes and puckered her lips. I reached down to make it easier for her, considering she was about a foot and a half shorter than me.
This kiss was soft and gentle but that's not what I wanted. I brushed my tongue along her bottom lip and pried her mouth open, allowing me access. A soft moan escaped her lips. Our tongues fought for dominance and of course, mine won. I scooped her up and pulled her into into the bedroom, pecking at her neck the whole time.
My pulse thudded in my ears as She reached for my jacket. I stopped her and reached for the strings holding her dress together. She leaned slightly into my hands as I quickly pulled the dress off. She was left in her slip. The sheer fabric clung to her tiny frame and drove me crazy. I let her pull my jacket from my body. She also pulled my tie, mask and belt off of me and threw them to the floor as she purred into my ear. My pulse quickened and I quickly tore my shirt off. She reached for her slip but I took her wrists in my hands.
"That's my job."
I purred into her ear and she let out a soft whimper. I brought her to the bed and pinned her down as I kissed and nipped at her neck.
"E-erik."
She groaned softly into my ears. I smirked and planted tiny kisses all over her throat. As I did so she started to tremble against me. I pulled her slip up above her head and tossed it aside. I did the same with my pants but got up and stalked to the dresser where the candelabra laid. It was our source of light. A smirk tugged at my lips as an idea danced around my head. I pulled a candle from its resting place and blew out the others. The room was practically pitch black, except for the flicker of one candle. Christine gave me a wide eyed look as I brought the candle over to her on the bed. I kissed her and wrapped her legs around my waist as best I could with one hand. And then I carefully started dripping wax on her. She gasped at first but then started moaning. I apparently was putting the wax in the right places. Her ribs, stomach and inner thighs. She continued to tremble against me. I plucked the bits of wax off her and slipped my tongue inside her mouth again. As I kissed her I ran my fingertips down her thighs I felt her body heat increase near me and I gave a shutter.
"E-erik pl-lease."
She gasped and I brushed my finger between her thighs.
"Patience is a virtue ange."
I whispered as I loomed over her and kissed her jaw. It quivered beneath my lips. The taste of her skin made me shiver. I needed her. Now. I teased her for a moment with the head and she groaned at first, in delight then frustration.
"Please."
I laughed to myself. And squeezed her thighs. They were so warm beneath my fingers. She looked up at me desperately. I couldn't deny those eyes any longer. I slid into her and we both groaned in delight. My eyes rolled back in my head as we moved our hips in sync. I couldn't remember ever feeling so much pleasure in my life. Or ever being so close to another person. I knew in this moment this Christine was the only woman I would ever love.