I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE CW NETWORK. THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION BY OMEGABEAST.

A/N: WARNING...CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Catherine's heart worked overtime, struggling to return to its normal beat, long after her last orgasm had subsided. She carefully lowered her legs down to the floor and turned around. Vincent gave new meaning to wallflower and that was a good thing. His blue irises sparkled with flecks of gold, mixed with mischief and desire. Her eyes roamed his impressive physique and his penis jumped as if saying hi, I want some more. What a penis he possessed...with a barbell piercing adorning it. The little accessory had hit her G-spot, making her sing, cry, and moan. Biker boy had surprised her. She had chosen the position to test his strength and stamina, and surprisingly, the teacher had become the student. Her body had never felt so sated, and yet, it greedily hungered for more mind-blowing, earth-shattering, uninhibited sex. Her hand absently stroked his already semi-hard member. The man had to be part animal or machine to recover so fast. Oh, wait, he was part beast. She looked up and he winked, followed by a panty-dropping, dimpled smile. Heat shot straight to her core, awakening a desire so intense, her legs became weak, tingles ran up and down her spine, and her vagina throbbed with need.

Suddenly, his arms engulfed her lithe body, promising security, and offering comfort. It was easy to forget she was all alone in the world, an orphan without love, because relaxed in Vincent's arms, she felt loved, needed, and appreciated. She felt like she had finally found a home. As if he sensed her inner thoughts, he pulled her closer.

"That was incredible," he said over the top of her head. She stepped back and gave him a bemused smile. "Really? You think so?"

He frowned and touched her cheek with his palm. "You were absolutely, with a doubt, amazing."

The introvert in her wanted to withdraw and seek comfort in her shell, but his blue eyes reached into her soul, whispered to her heart, and claimed her breath. The sweetest words spoken to her, came from a biker, a bad boy. Imagine that.

"I don't normally have one night stands, but I couldn't control my thoughts, my feelings, or my emotions, when I saw you. I know this is going to sound weird, but I feel complete with you. Like...like, I've finally found the home I've wished for all my life," she said, hoping her words didn't scare him away.

"That makes two of us. I feel the same way. I can't explain it, but my world has shifted since I met you. Since our bodies connected." He cupped her face with both hands. "I want you. Not just sexually, but you. I want to know who you are and what makes you happy. This is our beginning. Maybe not a normal beginning, but it's ours. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes. I would like that very much."

"Then let's start with you showing me a contortionist move," he said, but his eyes held the promise of unspeakable pleasure.

She chuckled. It was time to put it on Biker Boy. "You remember you asked."

"Should I be afraid."

"Oh, you should definitely be afraid." She turned around and gestured toward the chair. "Grab a condom and have a seat."

He retrieved a condom packet off the floor and took a seat in the chair. His hand stroked his penis until he was hard as a rock. Catherine looked on with her vagina pulsating, begging for the feel of his erect tool. She couldn't take the sweet torture of the sight before her, so she moved toward him and took the foil packet out of his hand. She expertly encased his penis in the condom. Without warning, she straddled his lap and leaned back into a handstand. Her wet channel opened and invited him in. He obliged by sliding between her wet folds, filling her to the hilt. His hands gripped her thighs as he moved skillfully, causing his piercing to hit her spot. Heat engulfed every fiber of her being and still her mouth begged him to hit it harder. He withdrew until the tip touched her folds and then slammed into her, causing her muscles to contract, triggering an explosive orgasm to tear through her body. Even though he continued to move, she requested more. Her ferocious alter ego surfaced and demanded her share. Without preamble, Vincent withdrew, turning sideways, he straddled her body. Using her leg for support, he re-entered her channel with long, deep thrusts. Her body became his playground, as every erogenous zone came alive and flooded her with pleasure. Every stroke stole a piece of her heart, making it perfectly clear, she was his, completely. He flicked his finger across her engorged pearl, taking her to the edge of another peak, until she shattered into oblivion. Changing positions, she raised her legs and brought them toward her face, until her feet were planted on the floor on either side of her head, offering Vincent complete access to dominate every wall of her channel. Instead, he dropped to his knees and licked her to the brink of another orgasm, before lifting her upper body toward him and entering her throbbing vagina. Her eyes met his and he kissed her while still thrusting, triggering their dams to break simultaneously, with the proof of their passion rushing out. He leaned his head against hers, while struggling to control his erratic breathing. She placed her hand flat on his chest, and said a final goodbye to her heart, for it was his now. He had stolen it in one night.

A/N: I HOPE THIS SHORT CHAPTER SATISFIES THE REQUESTS FOR MORE OF THIS STORY. THIS IS THE FINAL UPDATE. SINCE CHAPTER ONE REVEALED MORE OF VINCENT'S THOUGHTS, I FOCUSED MORE ON CATHERINE IN THIS INSTALLMENT. AS ALWAYS, LEAVE ME A REVIEW. I ENJOYED YOUR FEEDBACK ON CHAPTER ONE.