Returning to Your Angel pt. 7 🥀
Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.
TW: Tension, smut, oral, frightening images
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been too long please forgive me! Life is really being hard and annoying lol. But I’m back and this chapter was hard for me to write! I was being too indecisive about what path to take but I finally said screw it I’m putting the story on this path 😝 I’m going to make a detailed post about why I wanted to make the story like this. Being a life long Phantom fan has produced thoughts😂 Please enjoy.
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The thick veil of sleep loomed over you. You didn’t want to open your eyes. The comfort that you felt in this bed was too perfect. You didn’t want to leave like he always makes you do and wanted to sleep as long as you could. But you felt his hands snake along your waist, pulling you flush to his body.
You sighed and loved how they felt on you. The memories of your argument were murky and could barely remember how you got here in the first place. The ugly words that you threw back and forth to each other, it made you feel awful. And seeing that dress… oh God it was too much to handle. You can’t believe that could’ve been your fate if you decided to stay… Maybe running away was the way to go.
As much as you wanted to fight him, tell him how angry you were with how he acted, you could forgive him as easily as breathing. His touches felt like begging for forgiveness. Yearning for every ounce of you. He just wanted you to melt into him like you always do. He knew you were up somehow. His breathing began to falter like he was too nervous to be this close to you again.
His other hand tangled in your hair, moving it aside and placing soft kisses on your neck. You hum softly and welcome the feeling.
“Forgive me, my Angel, please forgive me.”
You sigh and fight the need for him. It takes everything you have to try to say no but you just can’t. You wanted to lay here with him, have him continue whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“Please forgive me, I can’t have you be angry with me.”
“I know,” you murmur.
He pushes his body into you more, making you feel his hard length push against your backside. You find his hand scrunching up the material of your dress slip and find your sensitive little bud. You part your leg slightly and he instinctively slips his leg between yours to keep them open. His fingers slowly rub and create a new ache inside you.
He knows just what gets you wanting him.
“I’m sorry, I just want you happy. Please forget what I said to you before,” he whispers. “Please, let me make you happy, that’s all I want to do.”
“Yes please,” you nod, feeling your wetness pool as his fingers move faster. He takes his hand off of you momentarily to unbutton his pants. You start to turn over to face him but his hand stops you. He squeezes your waist and opens your legs again.
“Stay like this darling, let me take care of you.”
You’re putty in his hands. There’s no ounce of worry or concern about him at this moment. His fingers glide through your wet folds and spread the wetness. He groans slightly in your ear when he discovers your needy state.
“God you are perfect for me.” He sighs.
He pushes his cock to your folds and slowly moves back and forth.
The friction has you rolling your eyes back. Oh God, he felt good. Your walls throb as he teases and continues to kiss your neck. You grab his hand at your waist and squeeze it.
“Please I want you,” you pant.
“Of course darling, let me take care of you like I promised.”
He guides his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a grunt. It was a tight fit and made you breathless. You’ve never been taken like this by him before. You hold onto him tightly and groan at how he feels. He nibbles at your ear, slowly moving those hips making you relax around him.
“That’s it, darling, feels so good hmm?”
“Yes so good.”
“Can you ever forgive me?” He whimpers in your ear as he moves slowly.
You squeeze your eyes shut and feel overwhelmed by it all. The sound of his voice has you feeling helpless. How could you ever say no to this man? This beautiful, talented man. Here you were, having him make love to you and begging for your forgiveness. You never thought you’d be here and love it too much to part ways. Not again. Having him back in your life made everything more complicated but you’ve never liked it more. You wanted him. There was nothing that could make you denounce him.
“Yes, yes I do. Please just take care of me like you’ve promised,” you whimper.
He groans in your ear and kisses your cheek. His hand drags down the front of your body and squeezes your breasts. His hand slips into the sheer slip you had on and softly squeezes your nipples between his fingers. You moan helplessly, letting the spark that he gives you ignite your whole body in his flames. His hands were heavenly. You never wanted him to stop touching you like this. It was so tender and soft and yet needy and dominant. He then finds your clit once again, making you gasp for breath and release.
He rolls his hips into you firmly, pressing into a part of you that feels like you can come unglued by the slightest motion. Your hips slightly rock with his, chasing your release to come quicker. He encourages you, tells you to keep moving, and cum on him. Your hand grapples onto his forearm and squeezes it violently. God that deep gravelly voice has you wrecked. The way he felt inside you made you want to cry out to the heavens. No one could make you feel like this. You wanted to obey his command now.
Your body trembled as you felt your release rise to the surface. You whimpered for him to keep going, wanting him to make you finish.
“Please, please I need you to make me cum,” you beg.
He lets out a groan while his lips continue to kiss at your face and neck and mutter vulgar things in your ear.
“Mmm God you make me want to ruin you when you say such things,” he breathes. He keeps the same pace and buries his face in your neck.
Ruin me. Do whatever you want.
“God you’re heaven,” he sighs, “Every inch of you. Just perfect for me.” His hips snap into you firmly and his cock has you biting your lip.
You turn your face and groan loudly into the pillow. It muffled your cry for release but it still echoed through the room. He stuffed you to the hilt, hitting that spot that you’ve discovered you loved and your release comes crashing down. You see stars behind your eyelids and grab onto his arm tighter. He thrusts his cock into you more and more as your walls squeeze and flutter around him. You cry for him, loving everything he’s giving you, and his own groans overshadow yours.
“So good my sweet, so damn good.”
You’re weak and breathless as his hands tighten on your body. You writhed against him as his hips were unrelenting and made you groan for mercy. He quickly pulls out of you, making you whimper with how sensitive your entrance was.
He rolls you onto your back and you stare up at his tall frame. He takes a haggard breath and you stay silent, looking at him sheepishly. He looks down at your flushed cheeks and hardened nipples, caressing your body lightly before pinning both of your arms above your head.
Your heart races and your breathing hitches in your throat.
“I want your mouth darling,” he says gruffly, “Please let me cum, you feel so good,” he grunts. You nod your head and he kneels next to your head. Your body shakes just looking at him. He was covered in your slick and his length throbbed as he put it to your lips. You let him slip his cock against your tongue and closed your eyes when you feel him inside you. You swirl your tongue around the tip, knowing that would make him lose control. The sound of his palpable pleasure rings in your ears and you groan too.
He pushes more in and you groan with him in your mouth. You look up at him through wet eyelashes and see how he bites his lip slightly as he watches his cock slip in and out of you. You use more of your tongue, licking the underside of him, making him shudder. His hips buck further in your mouth and the grip he has on your wrists tightens too.
You all too willingly let him fuck your throat, letting him get his fill. It doesn’t take very long for his hips to stutter and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You look up at him as he moans your name and his length pulses through his orgasm. You groan when you taste the salty sweetness of him.
He lets his head fall back and his chest heaves for air. He slowly pulls his length out of your mouth and wipes the dribble that’s pooled from the corner of your mouth. He looks like he’s in a daze, so satisfied with what you gave him. You swallow his arousal and struggle to breathe normally again.
He lifts you and pulls you flush to his body. Your arms wrap around his back and your fingertips feel the jagged scars that painted his body. He takes your face in his hand and kisses you urgently. His lips felt divine and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in eons. Your hands try to pull him closer, wanting to feel his skin on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth and tangled with yours.
“You’re too good for me, how can something so flawless be with someone like me,” he grumbles, giving you another kiss.
“Don’t say things like that. You know I care deeply for you. Things are so different than last time I was here,” you whisper.
“Please continue to visit me and practice singing, that’s all I’ll ever ask of you I promise. You have no idea how much I need you.”
You nod your head, caressing his face gently and looking into his gorgeous eyes.
“I know, I will. I trust you,” you breathe.
He closes his eyes at that sentiment. He leans back and pulls you to his chest, holding you close. He takes a deep breath when he kisses the top of your head, grumbling satisfied to himself. You both lay there for a long time, not saying another word. You didn’t know if you should bring up the fight ever again. You still were uncertain about some things but maybe you can start over in a way. That’s what you hoped for.
You had no idea what time it was but didn’t want to ask either. He would probably make you leave. You feel your eyes get droopy and heavy again. You felt good with him holding you and at peace.
“Please don’t make me leave. Let me rest here,” you plead. A long silence emerges and you don’t move. Maybe if you stayed like this he wouldn’t want to disturb you.
“Okay, rest my Angel, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he coos. You feel the corners of your lips smirk, pleased with yourself for winning for once.
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You still felt like you were in some dream when you opened your eyes. You felt groggy and almost weak. You head pounded and your eyes stung. The canopy around the bed was still drawn and only the candlelight lit the room. You had no idea what time it could be but didn’t really care. You didn’t want to go anywhere and hoped he’d let you stay even longer.
There was the drawstring that pulled the canopy up and you gently tugged on it. It lifted and you looked around the room, hoping to find him. To your disappointment, the room was empty. You swing your legs off the bed and find a red rose waiting for you on the side table. You smell the decadence of it and place it back there.
You wince when you move your hand a certain way and inspect your cut. It’s slightly torn and tender and is taking forever to heal which annoyed you. You thought maybe wrapping it would help it a bit.
Walking to the bathroom, you see a bath had already been drawn for you. There were flower petals scattered across the water which gave it the most lovely scent. It was very sweet of him to do. You discard your dress slip off of you and step into the bath. It was nice and hot, just the way you liked it. You let the water soothe your body and take your time. You didn’t want to rush back. You wanted to stay here as long as possible.
Once the water became cool, you knew it was time to get out. You pat yourself off with the towel on the counter and ring out your hair. A small stinging sensation made you wince and it came from your thigh this time. You lift your leg up and see you had a scratch on your inner thigh, inches away from your core. This one looked like it happened recently. You don’t remember what you could have done to have this happen but you try to stop it from bleeding. You did find wrapping that you could use for your hand. It opened up slightly in the water and a small pebble of blood came out but the wrapping helped it stay closed. You wrapped your leg too, that one was more sensitive.
Once you put your slip back on, you hope to find him back in your bed. It was empty once again and wanted to be with him. Your feet touch the cold stone of the floor once you emerge to the main area of his lair.
“Angel?” You coo.
Your tiny voice echoes against the walls and don’t hear any response. You carefully walk to his piano and see he’s been working. The ink was almost dried on the sheet music and it was something you’d never seen before. You wondered if it was for you. More roses scattered along the ledge of the piano and made you feel intoxicated.
You cautiously look where his desk is and there’s no sign of him there either. Some sunshine shone through the cracks of the underground walls and made you squint uncomfortably. You might have slept the whole day away and should tell someone you’re okay. People would worry about his presence being so apparent and think that you might have gotten taken.
Your head slowly looks to the curtain of his room.
No, you can’t. You can’t go in there. Ever since the first time he took you down here, he made it clear you could not go in there. But something was calling you in there to be with him. You’d deal with the consequences later.
You nervously pull back the curtain and step into the dark room. There were only a few candles lit but you could see pretty well. Books lined the walls and charcoal sketches of you scattered on his desk. You found more pictures of your eyes, your lips, and your naked body. You pick up one and memorize the detail he’s put in these drawings. They still made you blush and this was probably why you shouldn’t have gone in here.
You find his mask underneath the pile and it shocks you. You’ve never seen it off of his face. You carefully pick it up and it is beautifully made. It was expertly crafted and smooth to the touch. You flip it around and see it’s more ridged and uneven. It conformed perfectly to his face somehow which baffled you.
A rustling sound in the very corner of the room made your heart leap out of your chest. You nearly drop the mask but regain your grasp on it. You hear heavy breathing, like an animal is sitting there. Your instincts told you to run, that you weren’t safe here. You pick up the candle holder and raise it up, hoping to see what’s beyond you.
“Hello?” Your voice waivers.
You take a few steps closer when you see a box at the far end of the room. It was long and looked like it was made out of wood. You freeze when you figure out what you’re staring at.
It’s a coffin.
You couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Why was something like this in here? You didn’t know where he was but you were so frightened you needed to find him. You shouldn’t be in here anyway. But you still felt a strange pull. You wanted to know what was in there… the top was left open and easy to see in…
You carefully crept to the coffin, holding your breath with how terrified you were. Your heart pounded against your rib cage and you could barely take another step. You put the candle holder out in front of you and find the courage to look inside.
He was there sleeping on his back with nothing but a white shirt and black slacks on with his cape draped over half his body. It terrified you looking at him like this but he looked so peaceful. It was the strangest thing to see but you knew he was okay. The inside of the coffin was lined in red velvet. You had never seen something like this.
You feel a bit more comfortable to take a step closer and look at his face. He still had his mask on and took deep, agonizing breaths. You had never seen him sleeping before. It wasn’t what you expected but he looked just as beautiful. You wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful face… and see what’s underneath his mask.
No, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do that to him when he was sleeping. You should get out of here before he wakes up.
But you don’t. You take another step closer.
Your hand trembles as you reach out to touch him. Your fingertips brush lightly against his skin and you feel how perfect his face is. You move to the left side of his face and pause. The cold mask makes you shiver but it doesn’t stop you. Your fingertips carefully lift the mask from his face and peel it off in one motion.
You drop the mask and gasp horrified. His eyes flash open and stares into your soul. The sound of the porcelain shattering made you want to crumble to your knees. He was unrecognizable. The left side of his face was grotesque and disfigured. It hardly looked like a face. Bone protruded from his cheekbone and deep gashes covered most of his face. His head… oh God you could barely look. It was also gashed and a part of it looked like it had been chipped away. Horrid flesh was exposed and even the side of his nose looked like it had broken off. You look back to the right side of his face and can’t understand how something so beautiful could have such obscenity too.
You tremble and can’t move, this thing is going to kill you. It takes every ounce of strength in you to turn around and run. Your feet can’t move fast enough and you don’t even make it to the exit when you run face smack into someone’s chest.
“Ahh!” you gasp.
You feel his hand wrap around your neck and he groans.
Your whole body feels on edge and feel every hair on your body stand up. You claw at his hand around your throat to no avail and cry for help. You look up into his terrifying eyes and feel the breath get sucked out of you. His eyes were glowing looking at you like he could burn your alive. They were glowing yellow and menacing like there was fire inside of him.
“You’ve made a horrible mistake my Angel,” he snarls through his teeth. He smiles slightly and in the low light, you see dagger-like fangs press against his lips.
Pure panic sets in and realize you have no other way to get out of his grasp. You shouldn’t be here. This is his den. His lair. This was where he dragged his prey and feasted until he was content. And you were next on his list.
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