"Erik..." his name was a breathless gasp on her lips as he slowly lowered his mouth to her aching arousal. This man, from the very beginning, had produced feelings in her that she had never imagined before. If she were to have married another man she would have never even considered allowing him to do this. There was a lot of things she had tried with Erik in the past week that she would never think about doing with any else. It would never be this nice. His tongue slowly lapped at her source of pleasure, causing her to moan and cry out for more. The things she did with this man made her ache for more in the still of the night, but still caused her to blush at times when she was in the light of day. Christine's frantic hands found his hair and she pulled him away from her, not wanting the tingling in her body to diminish yet, wishing to prolong it and torture them both.
Erik felt himself swell to incredible proportions when Christine suddenly pushed him onto his back, straddling his legs and taking him into her hand. For the next few minutes he was in complete paradise as her mouth worshiped him and drew forth his passion with her lips and tongue. No one could satisfy him the way she could. She was the only woman that had him in a state of semi-arousal all day and then allowed him to sate himself with her body as many times as he wanted. She never said enough. Perhaps it was because neither of them could ever get enough. Anything he wanted she gave him and he always returned the favor. He knew that the child growing in her stomach at that moment would not be the only one, not if he had anything to do with it. His seed was strong and he wanted a family with her. That thought was the only one that helped him make it through each day as he got closer and closer to the time fate would decide which of two men would live and which would die.
"Make love to me, Erik," Christine pleaded, looking up at him with eyes filled with love. All of his life he had waited for a woman to look at him like that, tell him to make love to her. Christine was the answer to every prayer and every joy he had ever wished for. He took her by the waist and pulled her beneath him, positioning himself and entering her in one powerful stroke. Christine would never tire of the feeling of him filling her. It was the most incredible feeling in the world, and she never wanted it to end. Her hands went to his back, deliberately scratching his back, knowing it would drive him wild. His lean hips drove him harder and faster inside of her.
Erik looked down at Christine's face as he made love to her. She was the embodiment of a woman, he was sure of it. Her head was thrown back, lips full and trembling as she breathed deeply, eyes glazed with passion until they rolled back in her head. Her face began to flush as she began to reach her orgasm. Erik angled his hips slightly and she shattered beneath him, Erik following not far behind. He held her close against his shuddering body and he swore he would do everything to see that she was happy.
Blue eyes slowly opened as the morning sun hit Christine's face. She blinked and yawned, completely content with where she was at the moment. Two strong arms held her against a hard, solid chest, and Erik's face was pressed into her hair. His leg was wedged between hers and she had one of her own thrown over his hip. Her breasts were pressed against his warm chest and Christine knew she could die like this and still have had a happy life with him. Erik's coat was over both of them, shielding them from prying eyes. In truth they had only fallen asleep a few hours before, having been to busy making love to each other. Christine desperately wanted to give birth to their baby soon because she wanted to see Erik as the wonderful father she knew he would be.
Erik's eyes opened slowly and she could feel the yawn he let forth as he pulled her closer. He closed his eyes once more and kissed her forehead, obviously wishing to stay right where they were. She said nothing, wanting that moment never to end. However, Erik's mouth began to wander down her face, neck, chest, and suddenly he was resting his face on her barely swelled stomach. She smiled and ran her hands through his hair while he kissed the smooth flesh of abdomen.
"Dominic."
Christine frowned and looked down at him. He had murmured the name softly. It was not a question, rather a statement.
"What?"
"I want to name our son Dominic."
"No."
Erik looked up at Christine to see her shaking her head, a twinkle in her eyes even as she disapproved of the name he had been thinking about for quite some time, without letting anyone know about it. All of that time thinking and she did not like the name.
"That is a wonderful name," Erik argued. Christine shook her head.
"I do not like it."
"Then what do you have in mind?" he asked. She smiled radiantly.
"Tristan," she replied. Erik made a face, causing Christine to slap him on the arm.
"That is an awful name!" he replied.
"No, it is not!" Christine said, laughing. She loved the fact that Erik had already picked out a name for their baby, even if it was horrible. This was just another thing to prove that this was the man she wanted.
"Fine, what about Sébastien or Anton?" Erik asked. Christine was surprised. She did not think he would have had more than one name ready. She was impressed.
"Those are slightly better. But what if we do not have a boy?" she asked, wanting to say it because she knew Erik would frown. He did.
"We are not having a girl."
"Would you be disappointed it we did?" she wondered softly. Erik instantly shook his head.
"I would love our child whether it was a boy or a girl," he assured her. Christine seemed to relax a little. In truth Erik had thought about girl's names as well, it was always better to be prepared. Besides, this was not their last baby; it would be good to have names ready.
"I really like Geneviève," Christine murmured. Erik looked up into her eyes. She had a look of motherly love on her face that made her just glow. He liked the name as well, it was rather beautiful.
"Geneviève Bernadette Desslar?" he murmured. Christine's smile grew wider. She loved the sound of that! Her husband really was amazing.
"Dominic Tristan Desslar?"
Erik pulled her to him and kissed her. They had just proven why they were together. They loved each other enough to make compromises. Christine had admitted that she did not like the name Dominic and yet she had allowed it because he had allowed Geneviève and they had both used one name that they both liked for each name.
"I love you," Erik murmured against her mouth. Christine smiled.
"I know."