"I have no where to go," she said dryly. Erik went to the wardrobe and pulled out several thick quilts that he set at the foot of the bed. When the bath was full Erik dismissed everyone, including a rather surprised Susannah. He shut and locked the door before turning to Christine. She only glanced at him briefly before slowly taking off her soaking cloak that was weighing down her shoulders. Erik went to her silently and turned her around, unlacing the laces the back of her dress.
Christine said nothing although she stiffened in surprise. When the laces were done he helped her remove the heavy dress until she was only sitting in her undergarments and corset. When his hands went to her corset she slapped them away. He grinned slyly.
"I am helping you, Christine, there is no use in fighting," he stated calmly. Christine took a deep breath and slowly nodded her head. She was extremely tired and the effort it was taking to remove her wet clothing was almost too much. Besides, whatever he saw he was not going to get, so there was no harm in letting him help.
Erik fought to keep his raging body under control as he undressed Christine. When he had her naked he had to look away from the perfect goddess in front of him. It took him several moments to get himself under control before he could pick her up and place her in the tub. Christine for her part was not as embarrassed as he would have thought she would be given the circumstances and she sighed in relief when the hot water enveloped her.
"Call me when you are ready to get out," Erik said, his voice coming out slightly husky no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Christine glanced at him before nodding. Erik left as soon as he could, and when he was in the hallway he took deep, long breaths, cursing his body's weakness.
xXx
Christine watched Erik very closely when she called him into the room an hour later. Her body was warm and relaxed and she watched him cautiously as he helped her out of the bath. He slipped a chemise over her still slightly wet body before lying her on the bed and pulling several of the quilts over her. He removed his shirt and got onto his own side with a book in hand that he opened and began to read. Christine glanced at him and took a deep breath.
"Thank you," she murmured. Erik glanced at her in obvious surprise.
"What was that?" he asked, although she knew damn well he had heard her. Of course he was going to be difficult.
"I said thank you," she repeated. Erik glanced from side to side dramatically.
"What, is the world ending?" he asked. Christine rolled her eyes.
"Oh, do shut up!" she said, turning away from him and facing the door. Christine was slowly drifting off to sleep when she felt Erik's hand on her shoulder, slowly pushing until she was lying on her back. Christine looked at him with her question in her eyes but Erik said nothing, simply leaned forward and kissed her. Christine's eyes widened in surprise when his body slowly made its way on top of her and his kiss deepened. It was a passionate kiss, one like the one they had shared in the study. This one was not cruel or harmful, but coaxing.
His hands tangled in her hair and he pulled her mouth closer, opening her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. Christine would not admit that she liked the feelings she had when he kissed her, and he seemed very experienced at it. Erik groaned in surprise when she sucked his tongue almost skillfully into her mouth. He shifted her lithe body beneath him until his arousal was resting in the natural cradle of her thighs. His mouth let go of hers to lick and explore the soft skin of her neck.
His hands went to her hips so he could hold her still as he pressed his aching arousal against her. Christine moaned softly and Erik took pleasure in the sound. He loved women's bodies and Christine's was the most beautiful he had ever seen. So perfect. Knowing that any moment he might have to stop and wanting to taste as much as he could before that, Erik's mouth enveloped her breast which was covered by the thin material of her chemise. Christine's back arched in surprise and she gasped as heat ricocheted to the already tingling place between her legs.
Her moaning grew louder and Erik loved it. He had always preferred woman who were loud bed partners, ones that were not afraid to tell him how good it felt. He pulled and sucked on the plumpness of her breasts until it was not enough. Taking the hem of her nightgown in his hands he raised it until it was bunched up above her breasts. Erik could feel the heat between her legs through the material of his pants and it almost made him lose control
When his mouth found her breast without the barrier of the cloth hindering him Christine could no longer think. It no longer mattered that they knew nothing about each other. It did not matter that they were almost to the point of hating each other, all that mattered was that he continue these delicious feelings he was producing in her.
His hands slid beneath her to her back, smoothing down the soft skin until he reached the firm roundness of her rear. He pulled her against him and began moving his hips, pressing himself harder and harder against her, hoping to relieve some of the desire they both felt. He glanced up at Christine's face as it was flushed as she panted. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Taking her nightgown he pulled it back down and gave a confused Christine a hard kiss before pushing himself off of her. She stared at him in disbelief when he settled himself beside her and opened his book, beginning to read as if nothing happened. Would she ever understand this man?