Survival
AN: So I finally came back to this story after far too long. The only explanation I can give is that I've been trying to write chapters on my phone so it takes much longer. So no excuses for it. But now I have two going at the same time. Hope I haven't lost anyone. Who's ready for sexy time!?
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Chapter 19
I gasped as Vincent gently pulled the waistband of my pants down. He pulled them off my legs and tossed them aside. His breath was hot at my waist.
"Catherine, I want you so badly," he said against my fevered skin. His fingers played on my panties. I panted, my body raising up to meet him.
"I want you too, Vincent. Take off your pants," I ordered.
Vincent chuckled, and backed away for a moment. His jeans came off as quick as he could manage, getting hooked on his erection for a second. I giggled at his frustrated look.
"You'll pay for that, Miss Chandler."
I squealed as he jumped on me, his lips capturing mine again. Our bodies pressed against each other, and I turned to liquid fire in his arms.
Vincent's body pressed against mine, hard vs soft. His strength was even more evident in the way he held me tightly, as though afraid to lose me. I wasn't going anywhere this time.
We clung together, our bodies perfectly in tune to one another. His mouth and hands traveled my body, leaving burning heat in their wake.
Vincent kisses and caressed his way down my body, worshiping it. His tongue lashed out, licking me down there.
"Oh my god!" I screamed out. He chuckled against me, and the humming against my sensitive skin was my undoing. My body twitched and trembled as a powerful orgasm struck me. Vincent dove back in, lapping the flowing juices up. Panting, I watched him wipe his lips before crawling up my body.
"Are you sure, Catherine? I meant what I said before. There's no going back now."
Instead of answering him, I pulled Vincent closer. He groaned and reached down. I felt the tip of him at my entrance. He pushed forward, inching inside.
I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. It ached, but so far there wasn't pain. Vincent stopped, misreading my moan.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
"No," I whispered. "Keep going."
Vincent's eyes bore into mine. "I'm at your hymen. I can feel it. This part will hurt."
"I'm ready, Vincent."
He nodded, before pushing through the thin barrier. I winced, because there was a bit of a sting. But this was Vincent. I knew he'd make this good.
Of that, there was no question.
Once Vincent felt me begin to loosen up, he started moving. The sensation of him inside of me, all around me, was overwhelming. I clung to him, feeling like a boat in churning water.
I started moving against Vincent, my body trying to match his rhythm. Vincent moaned, and kissed me, an almost desperate feel to the act.
"God, Catherine. You are so tight, so wet," Vincent muttered against my ear, his hot breath beating against my already flushed skin. "I can't believe this is finally happening."
I finally matched his rhythm when he sped up, pumping into me at an almost bruising pace.
"Fuck….I can't hold back anymore. You feel to good, I can't stop. Im gonna cum," he said through gritted teeth. Suddenly, Vincent threw his head back, an almost animalistic roar escaping his lips. I felt his hot semen shoot into me.
Panting, he fell against me, our hot and sweaty bodies glistening. I rubbed his back, carefully avoiding the claw marks that still marred his back. While they were healing quite well, he would always carry scars.
After a few moments, Vincent picked his head up. We stared at each other. Then, he smiled.
"You are so beautiful right now. I can't believe that actually happened. I feel like this should be a dream. That I'm gonna wake up any second and find out this wasn't real," he said, as his fingers played with my hair.
"It's real. It happened. And….I'm glad it was with you, Vincent."
Vincent leaned down and kissed me. When he pulled back, he said, "Me too, Catherine."
