*WARNING: Contains adult content, rated M for only Adult audiences, explicit language, and sexual content.*

(Chapter 9)

"Shh." Vincent whispered, looking back at her and put his index finger to his lips after letting go of Catherine. He continued to hear the approaching footsteps coming closer to the cabin. Who the hell would be out here this late at night? And why? He needed to make sure it was safe for both of them and check it out. So he started to head to one of the cabin windows.

"Vincent?" Catherine muttered while looking at him suspiciously as he walked over to the window. She sensed something was going on, or he wouldn't just have this concerned look on his face. "What's going on?"

Vincent pulled back the curtain and didn't see anyone and then turned back to Catherine and looked down at her answering. "Uh, it's nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Yeah. I uh, just thought I heard something, you know." He told her, giving her a reassuring smile, and walked over to where the fireplace was. He stood in front of it, watching Catherine approach him and pulling her towards him.

"Right. We are out in the woods. It could have been a bear or something." Catherine commented while looking up at him with concern. She put her hands on his chest, caressing it lightly, and felt those feelings coming back. She wanted to continue where they left off before he was distracted by something outside.

"Yeah." Vincent brought his hand up to her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He watched as the light from the flame danced across her face, giving it a glow and making her look more breathtaking. He kissed her lightly on the lips before leaning his forehead against hers again, felt himself getting hard, and his heart pounded against his chest as it did a few minutes ago. He had wanted her since that time at her father's wedding, maybe before that even. After seeing Evan kiss her, he had felt he wasn't the type of guy for her; she needed a regular guy that can show up for a date or special occasion. Now he knew how she felt about him, the beating of her heart, and the deep and prolonged contact in her eyes. Vincent wanted to make sure she was still interested and to get some kind of reassurance. He needed to know if he should continue, so he asked her. "So do you uh, want to still take things more slowly?"

"Um, take things more slo….," Catherine repeated, hesitating, and she wasn't sure where to go with this. If she didn't want it, why the hell was she so jealous of him spending time with Alex. After all those times, he didn't want to bother with her before, but now it was different. He was here, expressing those feelings for her. She can feel it in the way he kissed and pulled her closer firmly against his hard body as if he was claiming her. Before Catherine could finish the sentence, she felt his lips on hers again, her heart pounded against her chest, and her breathing grew faster, more audible just like his. Feeling his one hand run through her soft long hair, deepening the kiss, pushing inside her mouth, and a gentle stroke of her tongue with his again.

Then he lifted his head, looking at her with hunger. Vincent's voice was husky as he kept looking at her, waiting for a response. "Let things unfold naturally?"

"Yeah, of course," Catherine answered in a low voice as she felt her heartbeat double and her larynx tighten. She tried to convince herself that this was a better choice, but she still wanted him and started reaching for the bottom of his grey tee-shirt again.

"No, you don't. I can tell; I can sense when you're lying." Vincent confirmed with a hungry possession of her mouth and then fumbled with the buttons in front of her black lace blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and watched again as Catherine lifted his shirt up. He moaned while feeling her fingers lightly touch his abs before grabbing the back of his shirt to remove it and letting it too fall to the floor. He stood before her waiting to see what she would do next, hoping she still wanted to move forward with this.

Catherine's gaze traveled, taking in every aspect of Vincent's well-developed muscles of his chest and abs. That first time at the warehouse, she knew when she saw him was handsome, but she never accepted him to be this damn sexy. She watched the light from the flames dance across the hard ridges of his chest like lava, and her fingers started tingling with the need to touch that body as she approached him. She could feel the heat of his skin and the pounding of his heart against her fingers as she pressed her hands hard against his chest. Then let them skim across the planes of his chest, and tried to familiarize herself with him. She felt him as he cupped the back of her head, laying her back on the sofa with his half-naked body hovering over her and with a look of desire in his eyes. She touched the side of his face and opened her mouth across his, letting her soft tongue lash while he kissed her passionately. She then felt his lips leave her mouth as they started to trail down to the slender column of her throat and traced the pulse with his tongue. Clenching his shoulder closer to her, she left out a long sigh while feeling him kissing the side of her neck, still. Before they moved to the other side, sending shivers throughout her body. She started tracing the bulging muscles in his back with her fingertips, sliding her palms down towards Vincent's ass. And just as she was about to slide her hands under the black briefs he wore. He quickly embraced her and swung her around to sit on the end of the sofa with him.

Vincent locked eyes with her while keeping a rhythmic swaying motion between them while caressing her hip at the same time. He loved feeling where her hands were heading, down towards the waistband of his briefs, making his adrenaline accelerate more. Again taking possession of her sweet mouth kissing her hungrily, and then when back to trail open-mouth kisses along the curve of her neck. He then felt her soft lips on the strong column of his neck, pulling his body closer to her like before and sending a warm sensation through his body down to his already semi-hard shaft. His breathing was shallow as his heartbeat quickened, and at that moment, there was an image of another woman that came into his mind. Someone he had saved previously then came across about two years ago, and they started to become close just like he was with Catherine at this moment. Remembering about to happen again, fearing he would harm Catherine as he did with the woman. He stopped himself from letting it go any farther and quickly pulled away as his adrenaline spike caused his eyes to glow in response.

"Vincent, are you okay?" Catherine asked with concern in her eyes, she couldn't understand why he suddenly stopped and after the incredible kiss that they shared earlier, was he starting to have second thoughts now?

"Just wait a sec," Vincent panted, trying to slow down his breathing and heart rate, hoping it would subside a little. He told her. "It'll pass."

"Vincent, it's me. Just calm down." Catherine assured him while touching the side of his face. She felt Vincent's hand gently cradle the back of her head before trying to kiss her again.

"Uh, tonight can't happen," Vincent announced, quickly letting go and pushing her off him. He got up from the couch and with frustration ran his hands through his hair and stood in the middle of the living room. He couldn't believe that this was fucking happening now with the right woman. Apparently, that didn't matter anymore, the truth was he never felt so out of control when he was around her and had been putting up a good front lately. Knowing that he wasn't the same man as before, able to pleasure a woman like he did when he left for the war and before he was injected with this crap. He needed to distance himself from her, so he grabbed his shirt off the floor and apologized. "I'm sorry."

"Vincent?" Catherine questioned him as she stood up from the sofa, not sure what the hell just happened, and approached him. Just as she reached out to touch his arm, and quickly flinched away from her. She was shocked, as if she had some virus or something.

"I-I have got to get some air, so…" Vincent said, avoiding eye contact with her while he began hastily putting it back on and then went to the back of the sofa to grab his jacket. He needed to go outside and clear his mind.

"Right now?" Catherine looked at him, still confused.

"Yeah,"

"Okay, I just, I thought that we, um, after earlier. Don't you…" Catherine stammered, trying to find the right words to understand what was going on.

"Yeah, I do, believe me; I do want that." Vincent admitted as he was about to head out the door, he wanted more than anything to make sweet love to her, but with the pass encounter he had, he feared it would happen to Catherine and he couldn't let that happen.

Catherine came and stood in front of him, blocking him from leaving. "Clearly." She hesitated, unsure after his strange change in his behavior and just as she tried reaching for him again, he avoided her. What the hell was going on with him? Did he really start to reject being with her now? "Then why are you pulling back….."

"I'm pulling back because I don't want to uh, hurt you." Vincent's voice was filled with concern as he was about to slip on the jacket but was stopped by her small hand on his arm and quickly pulled away again, communicated to her. "The kiss, it was good. It was, it was great. But I'm afraid if I begin to change, and, uh."

"What? Hurt me?" Catherine looked up at him confused, what the hell was he talking about. She knew he could never hurt her, so what was really holding him back?

Vincent knew there was no use of hiding it now and he remembered the agreement he had before about keeping secrets from each other. He stopped himself from leaving the cabin, taking off his jacket and placed it on the back on the sofa. He sighed heavily while taking a seat. He started to explain. "Okay, two years ago, I was with a woman." He paused, still trying to find the right words to tell her what happened before. "And, uh, we were getting close, and my adrenaline kicked in. I tried to fight it, I did, but," He hesitated again, licking his lips, remembering about the events that unfolded that night. The kissing, touching of the flesh, the rise in his body temperature, and the transformation into the beast. He would stop to glance down, noticing the veins on his hands started to darken and the nails became sharp. He grabbed hold of the woman, throwing her to the floor, and was about to attack her. He continued. "I couldn't stop from changing."

"Okay." Catherine sounded a bit unsure what to say, so she took a seat next to him on the sofa and looked at him with her brow wrinkled, afraid to ask the next question. "Um, What happened? Did you, Did you kill her?"

"No. But only because she got away." He looked at her, worried about the fact that he could hurt or even kill her was something he could not live with. So he got up from the sofa and started pacing the floor nervously. "Probably should have told you, uh, before things got this far."

"Vincent," Catherine approached him and, with her right hand touching his cheek. She knew from the moment they met each other that he wasn't going to hurt her. Still, he was hesitant because some woman he just met probably didn't even know him. "whoever that girl was, she wasn't me." She told him while bringing up her other hand to cup his face and continued, letting him know she wasn't afraid of him. "And whatever your fears are...they aren't mine."

Vincent stood there listening to her, knowing that the other woman he was with wasn't like someone he knew. She was just someone he saved from being raped late one night as some dude pushed her hard to the ground, grabbed her by the throat, and tried choking her. He heard her breathing was heavy and raspy as she tried to breathe whatever oxygen she had left. It happened so fast as he grabbed the jerk and yanked him off of her with such force. He remembered throwing him a few feet and heard the thud as the guy's head hit the wall with a blunt force. He left. He didn't want to stay around and risk revealing who he really was to her. Later he came across her again; this time, she was on her way home with some guy. Who at the time was a bit tipsy and tried to take advantage of her, so he interrupted and scared the guy off. Just as he was about to go, she started crying and begging him not to leave her, and he couldn't refuse. So after inviting him in, they became acquaintances; she would then stop by the apartment he shared with JT at the time; that's when things started to become more intimate and complicated for him. Him wanting to feel a woman's touch for so long, smelling the fear coming off her, only fueled him more, making him go after her. Here he stood in front of the only woman that really knew him and was willing to give herself to him. The one he always fantasized about, the one who wasn't afraid of him that night he saved her in the woods. He brought his hand up to her cheek again, caressing it with his thumb for a moment, and looked on with lust. His body became tense once more as he was willing to try and make it work this time. As he wrapped one arm around her while the other hand went into her hair again, kissing her. He guided their bodies to the foot of the bed before taking a seat. He then lifted his head slowly and looked up at her, saying to her with a husky voice. "I love kissing you."

Catherine looked at him as he slowly began pulling her black camis up, feeling his lips trailing kissing on her stomach while lifting it up more and removing it. She arched her back, moaning while running her fingers through his short brown hair. His lips graze the ripe buds of each of her breasts with his mouth and caressed her nipples with his tongue, suckling them into his mouth momentarily. She groaned. "Vincent."

Vincent slowly got up from the bed as Catherine eagerly started to remove his shirt and helped by grabbing hold of the back of it again, pulling it over his head. She started reaching for his pants to undo them, but he stopped her hands from going any further and started to take off the rest of his clothes. He stood there, leaving evidence of his 'own' instant arousal, and watched her pull back the covers on the bed. Then gathered her up in his arms and placed her underneath him. It's been a long ass time since he felt like this with anyone. He noticed that now he never had the same feeling before with the previous relationship with Alex or even with that other woman. He gazed into her beautiful emerald eyes as he removed her shoes before undoing her jeans and then removed them along with her black panties. He laid his eyes on her gorgeous petite body as she laid naked before him. His body heat climbed within himself along with his heart rate, which he always got when Catherine was around him, and that included the first time she found him at the warehouse. He leaned over her, licking his lips, hesitating, and trying to figure out where to begin.

Catherine noticed the hesitation in Vincent as he wasn't sure what to do; next, she knew he must feel a little cautious with what happened before, and she figured what the best way to handle it is to lead the way. She then gently pushed him back on the bed while climbing on top of him. She leaned over him, kissing his lips, and started exploring his chest with feathery strokes of her tongue. He ran his fingers into her long hair, and he groaned. She continued moving farther down again, licking the swollen head of his cock, before taking it inside her mouth and letting her mouth work wonders on him. After a while, she sat up, easing herself down onto his hard shaft as he slipped himself inside of her. She started moving on him, caressing his chest and then her small breasts. She caressed them with her hands, moaning pleasurably, and began rolling her nipples gently between her fingers. She continued to ride him as he thrust up to meet her. Moving together in total harmony

"You look so fucking beautiful right now." Vincent expressed with a husky tone as he watched Catherine pleasure herself and felt himself getting harder. He could hear her heartbeat beating like crazy and feeling her body starting to close tightly around him where she was so moist and desperate that it sent him over the edge. She arched her back while his hands fondled her swollen breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples, making them hard again. He never felt so much desire for a woman as he was for Catherine right now. He gently held the back of her neck while she leaned over him, taking his mouth in hers and kissing him with much-needed passion. The movement of her small body on top of him, making him more rigid and engorged as his body came alive with feeling again. He placed his hands on her smooth back, letting his fingertips trail slowly down, and squeezed that soft ass of hers. He caressed it softly as he thrust up to meet her and mold her to him. Then with his hands on her softback, he then rolled them over. Catherine laid beneath him as his thumb caressed her cheek and gazed at her with hunger in his eyes. He carefully ground his body into hers, kissing her deeply with his tongue while allowing her to feel his throbbing erection pressed hard against her thigh. Then with one hand, he roamed over her leg to her hip, slowly caressing it.

"Oh, God, Vincent." She panted when she felt that hard shaft of his easing itself inside her, letting her get adjusted to the size of him again. With a sigh, she parted her thighs further to receive his slow and provocative thrusts.

"That's it, come for me, Catherine." Vincent gravelly words uttered against her flesh; he so much wanted to be inside her and making sweet fucking love to her. His lips found their way to the side of her neck as they did earlier, kissing and tasting her. The smelled of her body, Jasmine, and sex was rising to torment him as he took hungry possession of her mouth.

"Don't stop." Catherine moaned while her legs entangled with his as he continued to increase the tempo and feel the heat of his skin against her own.

"I wanted you so fucking much." Vincent groaned while losing control again when he felt the tips of her fingers traced the bulging muscles on his back, slowly sliding her palms down toward his ass as she did earlier. Gripping it firmly in her small hands, and squeezed it hard. Making him thrust deeper and harder into her as an onslaught of raw physical desire went through him. His body heat rose more, sending a tingling sensation throughout his body to his hard length. He could hear the blood humming through her veins as she was about to come. That would stir his primal needs for her more. His eyes glowed yellow as her core throbbed around him and hesitated again. He felt Catherine's fingertips trace the outline of the scar on his face, trying to help keep him sane, and felt her climax around him while he finished making love to her. Watching her roll her eyes back and press down on the mattress taking his fill. He called out her name, giving one last deep push inside, and felt his hot seed spill into her. They climaxed together in minutes shuddering with desire. They kissed briefly before he gently collapsed on top of her, carefully not to crush her, taking a moment trying to catch his breath along with hers. He slowly rolled off her on his side and gathered her up in his arms. Pulling the covers over them as they laid there, slowing their racing hearts, and both drifted off to sleep.

In the distance sitting in a parked car, Alex couldn't get the image of the silhouettes of both Vincent and Catherine through the window of the cabin kissing out of her mind; so she decided it was better to just comeback to the car and pondered what to do next as she continued to hold the gun tighter in her purse. She needed to get rid of the detective, but she didn't want to have to do it at the cabin. Out in the opening made more sense, less obvious, and hopefully to get rid of a body. This would have been her only chance to get the man she loves back, but it seems she had to wait for that to happen now and wondered if the real reason the detective didn't tell her about Vincent being alive. Was it because Catherine tried to make her think she was losing her mind by pretending she didn't see Vincent that day in the hospital? Maybe she did that just so she couldn't find out about them being involved? Still, she had to get rid of her and thought of the perfect plan. "Hi Claire, there's been a change in plans…..."

To be continued….

Author's Note: Sorry, the fixing up of this chapter took so long, but I had a little writer's block going on for a while and was still trying to figure out where to take this story. This was a bit of a challenge trying to do their first love scene together. Hope I did okay. Please leave a review to let me know how you guys are liking it so far.