Part 2. It is hard to write romance and sex scenes. Hope I did alright.

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Writing "So you can be Mine" next. Check it out. We are heading into the juicy stuff.

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9. Touch me! – Vincent POV Part 2 (to "Tell me! Show me!")

'Show me!'

Catherine lays down next to me with one knee up and arms stretched up above her head. It's to entice and bring forth a reaction. And, it works… Oh God, does it work.

I turn to my side, my wanting pressing into her thigh, and I lift my right hand up above her. Not sure where to start, how to start, I halt it there and hold.

Catherine's lips move and I know what is coming. "Touch me!" She whispers as she presses her breasts upward, showing me where she wants my hands first.

She understands my hesitation and she is guiding me, trying to make it easier. I love how she accepts and assists, in every way, even when it comes to intimacy. Back in the day, before, I would not have needed her to aid me. There would have been no hesitation and no doubt of what to do. But, it's different now.

Carefully, inching towards her, I lower my hand and it trembles as it makes contact. Her skin is so soft, perfect, like the rest of her. She is too beautiful for me. I shouldn't be here with her, in her bed, and with my hand caressing her breast. She deserves better than me… better than a failed experiment… better than a Beast.

Her chest presses up again, pressing at my palm, as I touch her and my thoughts evaporate. No matter what I think and believe, she does not agree. I can tell by her breathing, her pulse, her moans, and by the way her body writhe under my touch. She wants me… so what am I waiting for?

'Show her… leave no doubt...'

My hand grows more greedy as my touch turns braver. It wants to explore it all, every bit of her. Fascinated, I watch how her nipples respond and stiff. I've thought my hands too big, too rough, and too Beast-like to ever be able to arouse a woman again. Yet… here she is… a Beauty… squirming and thrashing because of my attention. Growing even bolder, the need and desire for her pushing me along, I let my hand wander down her stomach as my mouth sink down. Her breasts taste as good as they look and feel. I lick, suck, and play with them as if they are mine…

'Hell, they are mine! Mine alone! No one else better…'

I halt my thoughts as I feel anger build. Desire apparently doesn't seem to bring forth the Beast, but rage and jealousy definitely would. I have to stay clear of all such notions and simply concentrate on…

She moans and my anger stills. Just like that, my complete focus returns to pleasing her. Looking up, I see that her eyes are closed. She is biting her bottom lip and her hands are gripping the bed railing feverously. I've nearly started and I am already making her toes curl. Wanting to give her more, give her everything, I separate my mouth from her breasts and she gives a sigh of disappointment. A tiny smile brushes across my lips at the sound. There is no need for her to worry. I am just getting started. In fact, and perhaps I should have warned her before we got started, the experiment has increased more than just my strength. My stamina is unparallel, unmatched. I basically can't get tired or exhausted.

'I could go all night… I sure hope Catherine is ready… She asked for it…'

I laugh and her eyes open to look at me. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I answer, shaking my head, since neither of us want to talk.

Catherine was right. I didn't come to her apartment in the middle of the night to talk. Talk we can do in the morning. I came because I've wanted her desperately since the first time I saw her. I climbed through her window into her bedroom because yesterday she kissed me and started something that I thought would never be. I sat down on her bed because I read her letter and I want the same. I want to take us to another level which doesn't involve clothes... none at all.

While my mouth was busy, one hand was resting on her flat stomach. It has been still and inactive. That's about to change. I let that hand wander south, downward. She gives a small gasp as my fingers slide over her silky shorts and touch her where she is the most sensitive. Responding, her eyes close again and her head tips backward, making her chin rise towards the ceiling. Wanting to see her, all of her, and take us to that next level, I descend my mouth again to her skin. Like she did on me, I trail kisses along her body except I move down. With her lust increasing, I know for I can hear her breathing and heart rate picking up, her hands move into my hair and she grips.

As my kisses reach her abdomen, her other leg bends and I reposition myself between her lifted knees. She gives a low and deep moan, from deep down inside of her, sounding more like a Beast than a Beauty. Desire is bringing out the darker side of her, the side that is ruled by wanting and needing. I think I am really going to like this side and I hope to see a lot more of it.

"Vincent," she aches, urging me to place my hands on either side of her boxers and pull.

Little by little, her sleep bottoms are removed and her feminine beauty is revealed to me. She is everything… more… than I could ever have fantasized.

"Touch me," she pleads and there is no need to ask where.

As she teased me, drove me to the brink of sexual madness, I do the same. My lips come down at her hipbones, the insides of her thighs, and her abs. Purposely, I avoid that very spot where she craves my lips the most. She groans and growls, the darkness building in her until she is more she-demon than I am Beast. It is not until I have her exactly where I want her, begging and pleading, that my mouth descends and I taste her.

During my seduction of her, I have held it together and kept my desire under control for I want to please her. Yes, I am part Beast and the Beast in me wants to take her hard, fast, and rough. But I am also part man and the man wants to make love to her, not just have raw sex.

'Sex,' the Beast roars, making my equipment grow harder.

I have held off the Beast well, kept it at bay, kept it under the surface, and prevented it from coming out… until now. The closeness to her sex and to sex; the scent, the taste, the sound of her receptiveness, the eagerness and willingness in her thrusting hips … it is too much. She is too tempting. Her fingers are in my hair, pushing me against her center and urging me to go deeper. She is giving me permission to explore, take as much I want,and to take her. She wants it. I certainly want it. There is no need to hesitate, to wait, and to torture the both of us.

Using my speed, I remove my boxers and move on top of her. Our bodies link; hips against hips, abs against abs, chest against chest, and lips against lips. I let her taste herself, taste her own salty wetness and her readiness. Leaving my head, her hands run down my back and trace the curves. Fingernails dig into me, grabbing at my ass, and that's when I finally become a part of her.

Every neuron fires up and turns to full alert but it's not of the surroundings. The sounds from the street, the apartment next door, and the electrical buzzes disappear. All my senses are locked in on her. Only she exists and what she doing to me… what I am doing to her. I move inside of her and she moves with me. Each little thrust, grind, and impact causes a rush of emotions throughout me. I am swimming, drowning, dying, living, floating, flying… it is all… it is everything… and I never want it to end. Her fingers dig in deeper and the pain increases the pleasure, driving me closer to the edge. I want to tell her to slow down, to not rush it, yet I can't speak. My mind refuses to waste vigor on formulating sentences. It only wants to feel, experience, and go further, deeper, and higher.

Her moaning has changed to a raspy struggle and similar sounds are heard from me. I want to call out her name, scream her name with heated passion, but I can't even do that. All the strength, stamina, and power of a Beast, and I can't even articulate a name. All the trainings of a Physician and the DNA manipulation, and I can't even think a thought. All I can do is move, move inside of her, and escalate higher… higher… higher…

We let go and my neurons explode, every single one of them; 100 billions of nerve cells. Not able to hold myself up, so much for super strength, I lower myself to her chest and lay there. I pant to the beat of her heart. My sensitive ears are deaf to all sounds except her beating heart and breathing. I can feel her lips against the top of my head and her hands wrapping around me.

'Perfect,' my heart sings and my mind agrees.

How it all became possibly, I do not know. After asking myself for so many years; Who could ever love a Beast? To have a Beauty do just this… it had seemed a dream, a unrealistic fantasy, not possible… and yet…

I raise my head and kiss her, thanking her, loving her, and promising her that I will give her all and more she could ever want… forever.

That's it for now, but I have plans for this story.

Oh boy, I hope you are ready for a crazy story line.

Till next time, B