Bon Appétit

Of course asking Christine to grace his ears with her voice was not going to help Erik in his deep lust; it only stirred him to touch her shoulders as she sang a deep song from Faust.

Erik rubbed Christine's shoulders, placing his hands above her skin and kneading it gently as his he licked his lips. His body longed to rub against her, and his hips pressed achingly towards her warm body.

Suddenly Christine broke her song and whispered, "Erik, I like what you are doing." He continued to rub her shoulders as Christine relaxed.

She had never known someone as frail as Erik to have such strong fingers, and yet with every knead and push her back felt lighter and more sedate.

The only time she had ever received a back rub was when she had visited a doctor, and that doctor had never stirred such intense desire as what Erik was doing to her now.

She moved backwards towards Erik, but he too moved backwards. She decided that any attempt to get closer was futile, and continued to enjoy Erik's pressing hands.

Suddenly she heard his voice, deep and passionate, as he began to sing. "Your eyes see but my shadow. My heart is over flowing.There is so much you could learn from me.Turn to me, look you'll see... my soul."

Christine was awash in the beauty of the song, and she indeed turned around. Erik continued to sing as Christine turned to him. He was trying to lesson the pain of his desire, and yet singing his most intimate song to Christine as she stood before him was only increasing his atrocious lust.

Christine came to him and reached out, blind as to where she was going. Erik pulled her hand closer but kept his body away from her. "Oh Christine." He wispered.

Christine couldn't tell what Erik was doing, but she felt his hand holding her, pushing her away from him. She wanted to come closer, to have him wrap his arms across her body and to caress her mind with his voice.

Erik reached up to Christine's soft hair, and touched it lightly. He moved closer, desiring her. Gently, afraid, Erik reached up to his horrendous mask, and pulled it away. He covered Christine's blindfolded eyes with his hand, and then gripped her lips with his.

Christine felt Erik's hand across her eyes, although she could see nothing. Suddenly, with an itense and forceful grasp Erik kissed her, pressing his lips against her in a deep, lustful kiss.

Christine kissed back, amazed at his force. She lost herself within his warm, tender mouth; gently pressing back. Erik moaned as he gripped her, and his hand left her eyes, grasping her back. He pulled her close, and now Christine knew why he had been afraid to press his body against her.

Erik's manhood pushed against her thigh and he continued to kiss her passionately. Erik was becoming frightening, with an intensity that made Christine wonder if the poor man had ever kissed a woman before.

He was certainly old enough to have had women, or at least a prostitute. Yet it excited Christine, to think that she was the first woman to inspire such passion in Erik.

She kissed him as well, feeling the bones in his slender back and his tender lips against hers. Suddenly Erik broke apart their union, and Christine gasped for breath.

Erik fell against the wall, smiling and dizzy. Never before had he felt such warm, sensual feelings as he did with Christine. She had kissed him! She had allowed his ravenous desire to consume her, and he had tasted what Heaven could be.

Her lips had tingled and excited him, and now she was standing before him, smiling as her bosom heaved heavily. Erik's manhood strained for the pleasure of pressing itself against her thighs again.

He needed her, or some type of release. No amount of music, morphine, or a cold jump in the lake could handle the hunger that raged war within his body. Christine was simply standing, unable to find her way with the blindfold on.

Her own body desired Erik, but her mind was afraid. She was afraid of the pleasure he had given her with his kiss, the knowledge that waited there. She had never been with a man, although she had kissed several.

Now, however, she was passionately raving for a man she had barely known for two days, unless she counted the months that he had spoken to her as an Angel.