Hey guys! I hope you guys are continuing to enjoy this story, as well as understand it. This chapter begins in the present, outside the lawyers office, and then the ANIMALISTIC SEX scene is a flashback. Hope you guys understand. Drop me a line if you need to me to further clarify what i'm doing. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! xoxo

"Blair!"

Blair quickened her pace as she exited the meeting she had just had with the lawyers. She'd be damned if she would stop to talk to Chuck at this moment. She'd be damned if she would stop to talk to Chuck ever.

But at this very moment in particular, she couldn't afford to stop. She was sure her face bore evidence of the thoughts that had been running through her mind the entire meeting. Sex.... Riding him... Tuscany...

Good God Blair. You just slept with him yesterday.

Well now that's the problem isn't it? You opened up that can and now you want more...

"Blair!" His voice was closer, more agitated. "Waldorf! Dammit I know you hear me, Waldorf!"

Blair turned around then, fixing the coldest look she could wear without looking like a complete maniac. "If you're saying that in order to provoke me, I'll tell you now you're wasting your time. I don't want you calling me Bass anymore than I want to stayed married to you."

Chuck stopped a few feet away from her and smiled. "Oh, please. You're dying to stay married to me. I saw the way you were looking at me in there," Chuck said confidently as he attempted to close the distance between them.

"Get away, Chuck," Blair said roughly, trying to find any inner strength she possessed in order to ward him off.

"Were you thinking about Tuscany too?" he whispered as he closed in on her in the elevator waiting area.

Blair felt her cheeks redden and turned around, giving her back to him and breaking eye contact. But she could still see him through the metal of the elevator doors, and he was closing in on her even more. Wearing that bloody cocky grin that drove her mad.

"You were thinking about it weren't you?" Chuck said as he leaned over her right shoulder. "Which time were you thinking about?" he breathed across her ear, raising goosebumps all along her body.

"I...I...I wasn't," Blair struggled to get out. "Don't flatter yourself," she finished a little stronger.

"I'm not. But I could see it in your eyes. I saw the flush rising across your neck and face. I could see how agitated your breathing was becoming. And like it or not, Bass, I know what your body wants and when it wants it. I know all the signs. I know it all," Chuck continued to breathe across her skin, making her eyes drift shut in satisfaction.

"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Chuck continued confidently, seeing the reflection in the elevator doors and knowing he was affecting her just as much as she affected him. "That night I fucked you so hard I had you crying out in ecstasy..."

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Animalistic Sex

Their first night at Tuscany they'd had the raw, primal, grunting kind of sex that woke the neighbors, scared the animals outside, and rattled their bed frame. There was screaming, writhing, bucking, bumping, grinding. And there was wave after wave of mind numbing, toe curling, heart stopping orgasm that ripped away any doubt in either one of their minds that they were made for each other. Their bodies found heaven only when together.

She had awoken at the sudden pull of her arms, only to find Chuck straddling her with a mischievous grin across his face. He had pulled her arms over her head and tied her to the bed frame above using his signature scarf. He had worn it even then, and at that moment it provided an excellent substitute for shackles.

"Chuck, what the hell?" Blair squirmed beneath him only to feel his erection already poking at her stomach. "Bass...we just had sex a few hours ago. And I don't care too much for being tied down," Blair pouted as she fought against the restraints around her wrists. As much as she tugged, pulled, groaned and pouted, the damn scarf would not be deterred. "Chuck this isn't funny."

"No, it isn't Blair. It's fucking hot though," Chuck growled as he ate her up with his eyes. It was amazing how much Chuck could do to her by the way he looked at her. She could already feel herself melting beneath his hot gaze.

"Chuck..." Blair moaned out pathetically. It shamed her how quickly she responded. How she was unable to at least pretend to be immune to his charm. But her body craved him. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, etc etc.

"You see, princess. I knew you would like this. Now I want you to be quiet. And I want you to keep your eyes on me the whole time, OK?" Chuck asked quietly as he began lifting her silk teddy over her legs. Blair could only nod in agreement, too turned on to form a coherent sentence.

Sliding lower on the bed, Chuck made quick work of her underwear. After tossing it aside, he slid his hands up her stomach to land firmly on her breasts. He massaged and rolled her heavy mounds in his hands until she was biting her lips to keep from crying out. "That's right, baby. It's all about controlling yourself."

Delving his head between her thighs, he stroked her wetness with his tongue lightly, drawing a whimper from her. "None of that," Chuck said harshly. "I said control yourself. And keep your eyes opened. I want you to watch me suck you." His head disappeared once again as his tongue darted out and began to lick and suckle on her core.

Oh God. Oh God. Fuck. Fuck...he licked her clitoris and she bucked wildly beneath him. She could feel his lips spread into a smile against her and she hated him for being so ridiculously incredible at what he did. Mmm...Oh...Oh...Breathe Blair! Relax. Don't lose your composure. Don't- Oh God. Oh...

"Oh Fuck!" she screamed out as her climax poured over her and had her tugging on the scarf and thrusting her hips against his face. "Oh Chuck. Oh fuck!"

He pulled away as soon as she screamed out, but she was too far gone to stop. Thrusting her hips against his thigh, she rode out her orgasm as best as she could without him there to ride it out with her.

"Chuck," she whined as the final wave subsided and she felt herself coming down from cloud nine.

"I told you to be quiet," Chuck said disappointedly, shaking his head as she stared at him.

"Well I'm sorry. Stop playing these fucking games. I know you want it too," Blair purred as she tried to thrust her wetness against his leg once again, but he pulled away. "I see your cock twitching. I know you want to ram it in me. Come on, baby. Do it. You want it. I want it. Come on. Fuck me," she murmured seductively as she gyrated her hips invitingly and arched her back in order to thrust out her breasts.

"Shut up, Blair," Chuck groaned out quietly, her words having the desired affect on him. He could feel his blood pounding into his erection, further hardening him and making it difficult for him to restrain himself.

"No. Come here, baby. Can't you see how much I want you? I bet I'm dripping wet," Blair continued to whisper enticingly. "Look at me. You could have me filled with come sliding down my thighs. You could have me filled with your cock, pounding and throbbing inside of me, filling me with your hot, white-"

And he pummeled her then. Shoving his cock as far in as he could, and then lifting her hips to shove himself in that slight distance deeper. She shouted out, coming instantly as he invaded her, stretched her, filled her, just how she wanted to be filled. He hated when she talked dirty to him. Hated it because it turned him on so much. Frighteningly so. Hated it because he knew that she knew she could control him that way. Hearing Blair Waldorf Bass using such dirty language made it all the more erotic for him. It was the only way she could turn him into putty in her hands.

He waited until her orgasm passed and she opened her eyes again. Then he grabbed on to her hips and began to savagely thrust into her. He fucked her as if he were losing his mind. Fucked her as if there would be no tomorrow. Fucked her like he never wanted it to end. He grunted and moaned, slid his hands from her hips to her breasts to the scarf around her wrists. He untied her then, sliding out of her roughly, flipping her over onto her stomach, and slipping inside of her from behind. There was no breathing in between, no hesitation. He placed one hand firmly on her shoulder and the other grabbing her waist as he continued to pound into her body rapidly. He couldn't breathe, think or see.

It was barbaric.

It was animalistic.

It was completion as he spilled his seed into her and collapsed atop her body.

A/N: Hey! So next chapter will be Hope-We-Don't-Get-Caught Sex! :-)