Survival

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DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!

Chapter 18

Somehow, we made it back to our little camp site. Vincent pulled me into the tent we had been sharing, and I sat on the sleeping bag, waiting.

Vincent zipped the tent closed, and turned toward me. His body vibrated with sexual tension, and his eyes were filled with lust. Reaching toward me, he gently pushed me back, until I felt the softness of the bag against my back. Vincent stared down at me.

"Catherine... Are you a virgin?" he asked me. I felt heat rising to my face, and I saw him blink rapidly, my blush his answer. "I'm guessing you've never been undressed in front of a man before either?" My face burned hotter.

"Just...that time you caught me in that little pond," I whispered. Thinking about that still made me blush! I saw a light flush creep into Vincent's cheeks.

"You never answered my question. Was I your first kiss?" Vincent asked gently. I nodded my head, and closed my eyes. I heard him sigh, before I felt his body move away from mine. I opened my eyes and watched him. "We don't have to do this. What kind of person would I be if I took your virginity in the middle of the woods, not even knowing exactly where we are?"

I sat up slowly, curling my arms around my legs. Great! Now he doesn't want me because I'm a virgin! I fought the urge to cry, but I knew it was a losing battle. I buried my head between my arms, not wanting him to see my tears. I'm such a baby!

He grasped my head, pulling it up. I blinked through the tears. Vincent brushed the tears away with his fingers, before leaning in and capturing my lips with his. His hands threaded into my hair, and I whimpered against his lips.

He pulled back, but began trailing kisses down my throat, sucking on the hollow there. I groaned, throwing my head back to give him better access. My hands grasped his hair, and I felt his hands at my waist. His hands crept under my shirt, and I felt them on my hot skin.

I pulled back, and he froze. "I'm sorry. Was that too soon?" he whispered.

I shook my head. "No...just..." I couldn't voice my thoughts. I felt so stupid.

"What is it, Catherine? Tell me..."

I looked at the floor. "Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me? Because...if you are... I don't think I can do this."

His hands pulled my face up. He leaned in, until our foreheads touched. His breath ghosted against my lips. "No, Catherine. I don't feel sorry for you. I feel alot of things for you, but sorry is definitely not one of those feelings."

I bit my lip, my insecurities building. I wanted him, but...would I measure up? I didn't know how many women he had been with, but I knew I wasn't the first. Would I be good enough?

Vincent pulled back, so he could see my eyes. "I know you, Catherine. I know you better than you realize. So, I know you are thinking you aren't good enough. But, believe me when I say that you are good enough. You always have been."

My eyes widened. How had he known what I was thinking? Vincent leaned in again, his lips ghosting over my face. I relaxed into him, and he pulled me closer to him. My hands reached up of their own accord, and I fisted the bottom of his shirt in my hands.

Vincent pulled back, lifting his shirt over his head with ease. My eyes landed on his chest, and I was shocked at how muscular he was. I felt heat rising to my face. Vincent smiled gently, and lifted my hand to his chest, over his heart. I felt how hard his heart was pounding.

"Do you feel that? You do that to me. You make my heart pound out of my chest...every time I look at you. Everytime I think of you," Vincent told me in a whisper.

I pulled my hand back, and we met each other's gaze. My heart was pounding as well. Taking his hand, I placed it over my heart. He smiled. "Me too," I told him quietly.

Vincent licked his lips. His hands dropped to the hem of my shirt. "May I...?" he asked. My breath caught. He watched me carefully. I blinked a few times rapidly. Finally, I nodded. My eyes closed as he lifted my shirt over my head. I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I would see if I opened them.

Vincent grasped my face gently in his hands. "Open your eyes, Catherine," he said, his voice huskier than normal. I opened my eyes slowly, afraid. Then, I gasped.

Vincent was staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time. In his eyes, I saw so many things I thought I would never see. Desire...want...need...

I felt heat begin low in my belly.

"My god...you have no idea how beautiful you are. You are so perfect..." he breathed out. His hands cupped my bra encased breasts loosely. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I felt tingles start. Heat shot lower, into my groin. I moaned lowly. Vincent heard, and brushed my nipples harder. I gasped.

Vincent pulled me against him, and his lips crashed against mine. His hand grasped my back as he lowered me to the sleeping bag again. Vincent settled his weight against me again, and I felt his erection brush against me through our jeans. He groaned, and his kisses grew stronger. He moved downward, his lips brushing over the column of my neck, down my collarbone, before I felt his hot breath on the top of my breasts. I stopped breathing when his tongue dipped between my cleavage. My hands slid up, grasping his hair.

Vincent groaned loudly, and I arched upward, silently begging. Seconds later, he pushed my bra aside, and his lips closed over my nipple. I squirmed under him, as his teeth nipped and pulled on my flesh.

AN: OMG! 2 in 1 day- WOW!