"You don't have to thank me for anything, Christine. But I should thank you for giving his wretched creature what he has always been searching for," he said with honesty, slowly leaning forward until he could rest his bare cheek against her thigh, closing his eyes in contentment. Settling, Erik removed his gloves and slid his hands to her hips, holding onto her just tight enough to assure himself that this was reality, that this woman truly felt for him what no one else had.
This...this love, this warmth that was growing inside of him was truly amazing. It was a mixture of pure need, passion, and lust all accumulating to this.
Being this close to Christine without her pushing him away in disgust, he admitted to himself that he...he wanted all of her. Of course he'd thought about it before as he had needs like any man, but everything was so much more real now. With that hunger eating at his insides, he looked up at her, but made no move to start anything beyond his chaste intimacy.