Sorry for the part 1 part 2 stuff but I want to post and I don't like too long chapters.

So here is the foreplay. Hope you like it.

Review and I'll write part 2 faster. I fuel on reviews, no lie!

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9. Tell Me! Show Me! – Vincent POV Part 1

'I never should have sat down on her bed, at least not until I was ready… not that I know if I will ever be ready.'

I'm in her bedroom, on her bed, and Catherine's hands and lips seem to be everywhere. She is touching every inch of me, setting me on fire and accelerating my pulse. I am equal excitement and terror. What if the Beast comes out, claws razor sharp and fangs deadly? What if I hurt her, while as Beast on accident? I turn into a Beast and not a raging lunatic so I don't think I would, but think isn't good enough. Not when it comes to Catherine. Satisfying my sexual desire is not worth risking her safety… her life.

Her fingers come up under my shirt and pull at it, wanting my skin bare. She aims to have me naked. And once I am her clothes will fall next, one garment at a time, exposing her perfect skin and making it available to me. She will let me do whatever I want with her. Her body is mine to touch, kiss, and claim. The two of us together, entwined and linked, sweaty and moaning, thrusting and grinding…

I swallow hard, feeling my membrane grow, and my need for her reaching an uncontrollable level. Soon, there will be no turning back, no ability to protest, no strength left, and no sense of reasoning.

'Do I really want to stop her, leave this bed, and walk away?'

My shirt comes off and her fingers dive down for my zipper. She is on her knees in front of me. I can see down the cleavage of her night top. I can see her breasts, her nipples, and I want nothing more than to touch them. This is what I have been fantasizing about, longing for. I have dreamt of her wanting me, of her fingers pulling at my clothes, and of her mouth running amok across my skin. If I was to walk away now, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I would curse myself and my stupidity. Still…

My pulse beats, faster and harder, making my heart thump against my chest cavity and I fear what might be coming. "Catherine, slow down, please. I need time to…"

"Time?" Catherine repeats and looks up astonished. Her fingers leave my zipper and the loss of her touch is felt instantly. "Slow down? Vincent, I've been moving so slow that sometimes I've been going in reverse."

She stands up, towering over me, and I can't nearly breathe. Anxiously, I glance up at her under my lashes. There is such determination in her posture, dominance and authority. I know what she is saying with her stance and her expression… I'm hers… she's in charge… I have no saying in anything.

Her lips curve into a sly smile that could come off as evil if I did not know her heart. She is as far from evil as she is ugly. Yet, she does scare me for I do not know to what heights she intend to take me and how it will affect my physical self. If I had met her before the experiment, or if the experiment had never taken place, there would have been no fear or hesitation. The old Vincent Keller knew how to be with a woman, give her pleasure, and have her begging for more. Before Afghanistan, I would have undressed her, settled her back onto her pillows, and made love to her slowly for hours. But that was then…

She gives me a push with her right hand and I fall back onto her bed. I could have fought it easily, held against using my core muscles, but my body listens more to her commands than my own. It wants to please her, no matter the demand, no matter the risks. My head is what is protesting, not my flesh. My mind is what is telling my body to stop, to be cautious, and to think of the danger… but my body doesn't wants to listen… it just wants… her.

"My bedroom… my bed… my rules," she clearly articulates, leaving no doubt regarding my inferior position.

A tremble moves through me as she lets her gaze run over me. She is debating on where to start, what to do first. Not that it matters. Where ever and whatever… I am already on fire and just the simplest of touch threatens to set me off. She bends down, her hair tickling at my abs, and undoes my belt buckle. Her eyes never leave mine and I feel spell bind. At this moment, no matter the request, I would fulfill it. Every part of me belongs to her… every part of me is screaming for her.

As if aware of my torture, my agony, she removes my jeans while letting her finger nails rasp at my legs. She is teasing me, tormenting me. Perhaps it's because I have kept her waiting and stopped her several times. This is now my punishment. She intends to drag it out. I did ask for time and for her to slow down… how was I to know how painful that request would prove if granted?

She leans over me, her hair tickling as it falls, her slender yet strong arms supporting on either side of me. I can feel her breath against my abs and they tighten into perfect packs. It's not just to impress her. Having her so close, her mouth so close to my organ, is sweet suffering. Wanting to get free, wanting her, and wanting to get inside of her, my erection pushes up against the fabric of my boxers.

She descends her lips and places a feather brush kiss just above the lining of my black cotton boxers. "What does it feel like?" She asks and looks up, her head still lowered and achingly near. I close my eyes, unable to answer and comply. "Tell me. I want to know. What does it feel like, when I touch you?"

Her lips come down once again but this time they hover just above my skin. They hang there, prolonging the sensation, building the tension, and causing my abs to scream with fatigue. Hot breath heat up my already enflamed skin before those teasing lips make contact. Not able to control my body, it is no longer listening to me, I give a moan and arch my hips towards her. Kisses trail up and she comes up on the bed, joining me, spreading her legs to enclose me.

Her center touches my erection, on purpose or by accident (not that it matters) and I verbalize my desire. "Oh my God".

I can feel her smile as she kisses my chest. "Tell me," she asks again, whispering, barely audible.

All senses concentrated on her and on her seduction, I flinch as a wet tongue encircles my right nipple. She giggles and I bite my inner lip, holding it together, using every ounce of will power. I can't come, not yet. I can't change into Beast, not here and now. If we are to make love, I want to do it as man… as Vincent Keller… what's left of him.

"I…" I struggle, as she continues to entice with her lips, tongue, and hands. Her center is right above my erection, making it even harder to concentrate on forming sentences, words, and even a thought. "I... I can't… not now… not while you are… ask me later… after."

"After," she murmurs and one of her hand moves, gripping my entire hard length, and the sensation is so excruciating that death would be a blessing.

'How long will she make me suffer? Why did I ask her to slow down? What the hell was I thinking?'

"So, you are ready? You have decided?" I nod while my heart is pounding to the beat of my desire. "Do you want me?" I nod again, eagerly, wanting her so badly that it hurts. Liking my answer, she sits up with her center against my hardness, and then she pulls off her top. "Then show me."

Not sure what to do, how to start and how to be with her, I hesitate. It's been a while and last time I didn't have a raging Beast inside of me threatening to come out and cause havoc. I want to show her. I want there to be no doubt. I want…

Catherine, no patience and no willingness to wait, grabs my hands and positions them on her breasts. A small gasp escapes as my fingers form around them and each thumb makes contact with her nipples. I watch fascinated as they pucker at my touch and at how Catherine responds; how she arches, how her head falls back, how her lips separate, and how her eyes darken with desire.

'Show me!'

Her words echo as a challenge, a command, a permissive go-ahead… She wants me to show her that I want her… that I desire her… that I crave her…

So I do.