Ownership I hold not. *Erik emerges from bedroom and hands me a cookie* Congratulations. *bites cookie* Onwards!
Elyza
Of course I knew what I was doing to him. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. And right then, as I stared into his mismatched, lust-filled eyes, I wanted him more than ever. "Cover yourself right now, Elyza." He quickly looked me over before looking back into my eyes. I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed him past the point of no return. "But why, sir?" Erik growled and I could see his face contorting into a look of confused rage. I smirked at him after I rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to my elbows. He seemed to drink me in with his eyes before biting his lip. He suddenly took my face in his hands and crashed his lips to mine. His fingers roamed my body as if they had minds of their own. My heart began to pound in my chest as he planted soft kisses on my neck. His lips were warm. As quickly as one kiss came, it was replaced by another one. Sometimes, he took my earlobe between his teeth and bit, hard. Erik was holding my arms above my head, pressing my wrists down into the bed below us. I was beginning to get frightened of my own desires. He abruptly stopped and pulled away. I lay, staring up at him with wide-eyes, his weight was now holding me down. He released my wrists before rolling down the sleeves, forcibly and roughly. "That's why. Get dressed." Erik's tone was cold, demanding, hoarse. He climbed off of me and said before leaving the room, "I will be downstairs."
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Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)
FanfictionA bullied teenager named Elyza Reagan and her younger sister, Liz-Marie, discover the depths of secrecy and love when a mysterious masked man becomes their new art teacher.
