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Vincent reached up, softly stroking her cheek while he thought through his answer. "Honestly, I don't know anymore," he explained. She waited for more, but instead he simply leaned in and kissed her. His lips were urgent, needy. The feel that all this could be falling apart, that Muirfield could swoop in and take him away from her at any second increased her already vital need for him and she rose up on her knees on the couch, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so consumed in his lips that she barely registered how she was suddenly in his lap, but he held her close, melding their bodies together. All the craziness of the last few days was slipping into the background until there was only him. His lips left hers and hungrily made their way down her throat, his hands slipping up under her dress and lifting it over her head. His lips made their way from her throat to her swell of her breasts and she felt herself growing warm, burning for him. Her own hands made quick work of his shirt and the feel of his skin on hers was nearly overwhelming. "Vincent," she breathed as he unclasped her bra. His lips found their way back to hers and he carried them to the bedroom, laying her beneath him. As his hands roamed her body, she realized he wasn't being his usual gentle self. He was frantic and intense, but it only fueled her passion more. There was a ripping sound as his hands found her panties and the realization that he'd torn them off her body seemed to bring him back down to earth. "Catherine… we need to stop," he whispered huskily, backing off her and standing up beside the bed. She could tell his eyes were fighting not to take in her naked body. "What do you mean? What's wrong?" He turned his back on her and began pacing, closing his eyes and gripping his head. "I haven't done this in over ten years." "It's been a while for me too." "That's not what I'm worried about," he explained, finally stopping in the middle of her room and glancing down at her. "What if I lose control? You heard Alec, pleasure can fuel the beast too. I could hurt you and–" Catherine jumped up and pressed her lips to his, effectively cutting off his protest. "I shouldn't be here anyway," he tried again, though from his tone he knew it was a losing battle. "I still haven't been able to control the black outs and hallucinations. No one's here to help you if I lose it and–" "I have a feeling I can keep you here with me – in your right mind." She gave him her most seductive smile, which was pretty pathetic considering she wasn't normally the seducing type, but it seemed to be working. Her hands found his belt buckle and began loosening it while her lips worked at his neck, kissing a trail down his chest. A guttural growl left his throat and she wished she could rip his pants off too, just to get to him faster. He helped her with the zipper and soon he stood as naked as she did. Catherine couldn't help but gawk at his body, letting her hands explore. Gently this time, he lowered her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, taking care to pleasure every inch of her. It was a slow burning fire that was always on the verge of exploding, but it was a pace they were both comfortable with. Neither wanted it to end! When he was finally inside her, she felt the last piece of her world come together. It didn't matter what obstacles there were to overcome. He was worth all that and more. She couldn't bear to live without him; she would die. When they finally tumbled over that blissful edge together, she felt more amazing than ever in her entire life. "So much for taking it easy," she quipped, smiling over at him from where he laid beside her. "You're sure I didn't hurt you?" "You were perfect. Amazing!" The smile on his face now was cocky – which was a look she didn't know he possessed. He was always so selfless and caring. If possible, it turned her on all over again, but he'd literally worn her body out. All she was capable of was falling asleep in his arms. "Will you stay," she asked, snuggling closer to him. "I wish. I promised JT I'd be back. He doesn't think it's safe for me to be alone with you for long. I don't either. But I don't like leaving you here alone. You… you could come back to the warehouse with me." "Vincent, I'll be fine. Besides, Heather will be home soon and it will look weird if I'm not here after telling my dad I didn't feel well." Vincent pulled her closer to him, resting his face in her hair. "I can stay until you fall asleep," he offered. "I'd love that." He dropped one last kiss to her forehead, muttering, "I love you," as she drifted off to sleep.
Vincent reached up, softly stroking her cheek while he thought through his answer. "Honestly, I don't know anymore," he explained. She waited for more, but instead he simply leaned in and kissed her. His lips were urgent, needy. The feel that all this could be falling apart, that Muirfield could swoop in and take him away from her at any second increased her already vital need for him and she rose up on her knees on the couch, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so consumed in his lips that she barely registered how she was suddenly in his lap, but he held her close, melding their bodies together. All the craziness of the last few days was slipping into the background until there was only him. His lips left hers and hungrily made their way down her throat, his hands slipping up under her dress and lifting it over her head. His lips made their way from her throat to her swell of her breasts and she felt herself growing warm, burning for him. Her own hands made quick work of his shirt and the feel of his skin on hers was nearly overwhelming. "Vincent," she breathed as he unclasped her bra. His lips found their way back to hers and he carried them to the bedroom, laying her beneath him. As his hands roamed her body, she realized he wasn't being his usual gentle self. He was frantic and intense, but it only fueled her passion more. There was a ripping sound as his hands found her panties and the realization that he'd torn them off her body seemed to bring him back down to earth. "Catherine… we need to stop," he whispered huskily, backing off her and standing up beside the bed. She could tell his eyes were fighting not to take in her naked body. "What do you mean? What's wrong?" He turned his back on her and began pacing, closing his eyes and gripping his head. "I haven't done this in over ten years." "It's been a while for me too." "That's not what I'm worried about," he explained, finally stopping in the middle of her room and glancing down at her. "What if I lose control? You heard Alec, pleasure can fuel the beast too. I could hurt you and–" Catherine jumped up and pressed her lips to his, effectively cutting off his protest. "I shouldn't be here anyway," he tried again, though from his tone he knew it was a losing battle. "I still haven't been able to control the black outs and hallucinations. No one's here to help you if I lose it and–" "I have a feeling I can keep you here with me – in your right mind." She gave him her most seductive smile, which was pretty pathetic considering she wasn't normally the seducing type, but it seemed to be working. Her hands found his belt buckle and began loosening it while her lips worked at his neck, kissing a trail down his chest. A guttural growl left his throat and she wished she could rip his pants off too, just to get to him faster. He helped her with the zipper and soon he stood as naked as she did. Catherine couldn't help but gawk at his body, letting her hands explore. Gently this time, he lowered her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, taking care to pleasure every inch of her. It was a slow burning fire that was always on the verge of exploding, but it was a pace they were both comfortable with. Neither wanted it to end! When he was finally inside her, she felt the last piece of her world come together. It didn't matter what obstacles there were to overcome. He was worth all that and more. She couldn't bear to live without him; she would die. When they finally tumbled over that blissful edge together, she felt more amazing than ever in her entire life. "So much for taking it easy," she quipped, smiling over at him from where he laid beside her. "You're sure I didn't hurt you?" "You were perfect. Amazing!" The smile on his face now was cocky – which was a look she didn't know he possessed. He was always so selfless and caring. If possible, it turned her on all over again, but he'd literally worn her body out. All she was capable of was falling asleep in his arms. "Will you stay," she asked, snuggling closer to him. "I wish. I promised JT I'd be back. He doesn't think it's safe for me to be alone with you for long. I don't either. But I don't like leaving you here alone. You… you could come back to the warehouse with me." "Vincent, I'll be fine. Besides, Heather will be home soon and it will look weird if I'm not here after telling my dad I didn't feel well." Vincent pulled her closer to him, resting his face in her hair. "I can stay until you fall asleep," he offered. "I'd love that." He dropped one last kiss to her forehead, muttering, "I love you," as she drifted off to sleep.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8651871/1/Who-could-Ever-Love-a-Beast
之前po的那篇，神YY了cat老爸是MUIRFIELD大boss,JT和heather狗血恋，出现了另一头野兽还尼玛和人类生了混血娃之类的狗血剧情。。。这篇还木有读，表示很期待==有兴趣的，看的懂得自己来吧。。。默默google翻译了一下，翻译出的中文也是可以看得懂得==
之前po的那篇，神YY了cat老爸是MUIRFIELD大boss,JT和heather狗血恋，出现了另一头野兽还尼玛和人类生了混血娃之类的狗血剧情。。。这篇还木有读，表示很期待==有兴趣的，看的懂得自己来吧。。。默默google翻译了一下，翻译出的中文也是可以看得懂得==
这段香艳程度血脉喷张gwkkagsbkq~无视度娘
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…
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.
'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.
同作者空血槽续作
这段是vincat ML后，cat做梦不老实==于是狮子各种被致命诱惑...
读前请自备血袋，po主已阵亡
文章的节操程度请参考下句==
"Baby, slow down. You are going to make me come."
3. To the Brink of Madness – Vincent POV
It is still dark when I wake up. I don't need much sleep. It's a result of the experiment, of the DNA cocktail they injected me with. I used to hate it. I would lie alone in my empty bed and be forced to listen to JT's snoring. Before everything changed, before I went from cursed to blessed, I envied JT. He could get up and go to work, socialize with people throughout the day, walk into a restaurant or a shop to buy something with funds he had earned, and… he could sleep thru the night.
So that I wouldn't lose it completely, I began to venture out during the night hours. The darkness also concealed me and at times I would pretend that I was normal. It was usually on this type of night that I would go see her. I would quietly climb her fire escape all the way up and sit down on her ledge. Hours could pass by as I watched her sleep. Beasts are drawn to Beauty because it stills them and brings them peace. This is what she did for me. I would carefully study every feature and position. I loved how her petite figure would be comfortably covered by a thick blanket and curled up on the side with her hands placed under her cheek. And, in her sleep, her red perfectly shaped lips would whisper secrets only I could hear.
"Vincent."
Those very lips move, wording intimately my name though in heavy slumber, and I am brought back to the here and now. Yet this is the present, not the past, where I am no longer restricted to simply staring at her through a window. I am no longer cursed but blessed and she is in my arms and in my bed. Her soft lips tickle at my bare chest as they say my name and the sensation is awaking parts of me that are constantly longing for her. If I was a selfish man, I would awaken her, entice her, and make love to her. But I am neither man nor selfish. I place her needs before mine. It is what you do when you love someone.
She mumbles again and readjusts her hand laying across my contracted abs, placing it further down and closer to my bulge. I swallow hard and close my eyes as her innocent action causes me to twitch. My body is already fully alert and ready, and every little movement by her is like pure delicious torture. The things she does to me and without even trying…
Appreciatively, I let my gaze slowly caress her naked body which is almost completely exposed. Only a thin flat sheet covers part of her lower back and rounded backside. There is no need for any more covering for I run hot. It's another result of the military experiment they put me through. I used to hate this about myself as well because it set me apart, made me feel like a freak. But now, just like requiring little sleep, it sure has its advantages.
Perhaps because of my heat, she repositions again, this time lifting her leg slightly. Her movement creates a rubbing sensation against my upper quad and hip as if she is horny and as if she wants me even in her sleep. Her heated center, still moist from when we made love, touches my skin and my breath stalls as a charge travels through me. Every inch of me is aware of her and it wants… it wants so badly… yet I will not awaken her. Catherine has a normal life and she needs her sleep.
这段是vincat ML后，cat做梦不老实==于是狮子各种被致命诱惑...
读前请自备血袋，po主已阵亡
文章的节操程度请参考下句==
"Baby, slow down. You are going to make me come."
3. To the Brink of Madness – Vincent POV
It is still dark when I wake up. I don't need much sleep. It's a result of the experiment, of the DNA cocktail they injected me with. I used to hate it. I would lie alone in my empty bed and be forced to listen to JT's snoring. Before everything changed, before I went from cursed to blessed, I envied JT. He could get up and go to work, socialize with people throughout the day, walk into a restaurant or a shop to buy something with funds he had earned, and… he could sleep thru the night.
So that I wouldn't lose it completely, I began to venture out during the night hours. The darkness also concealed me and at times I would pretend that I was normal. It was usually on this type of night that I would go see her. I would quietly climb her fire escape all the way up and sit down on her ledge. Hours could pass by as I watched her sleep. Beasts are drawn to Beauty because it stills them and brings them peace. This is what she did for me. I would carefully study every feature and position. I loved how her petite figure would be comfortably covered by a thick blanket and curled up on the side with her hands placed under her cheek. And, in her sleep, her red perfectly shaped lips would whisper secrets only I could hear.
"Vincent."
Those very lips move, wording intimately my name though in heavy slumber, and I am brought back to the here and now. Yet this is the present, not the past, where I am no longer restricted to simply staring at her through a window. I am no longer cursed but blessed and she is in my arms and in my bed. Her soft lips tickle at my bare chest as they say my name and the sensation is awaking parts of me that are constantly longing for her. If I was a selfish man, I would awaken her, entice her, and make love to her. But I am neither man nor selfish. I place her needs before mine. It is what you do when you love someone.
She mumbles again and readjusts her hand laying across my contracted abs, placing it further down and closer to my bulge. I swallow hard and close my eyes as her innocent action causes me to twitch. My body is already fully alert and ready, and every little movement by her is like pure delicious torture. The things she does to me and without even trying…
Appreciatively, I let my gaze slowly caress her naked body which is almost completely exposed. Only a thin flat sheet covers part of her lower back and rounded backside. There is no need for any more covering for I run hot. It's another result of the military experiment they put me through. I used to hate this about myself as well because it set me apart, made me feel like a freak. But now, just like requiring little sleep, it sure has its advantages.
Perhaps because of my heat, she repositions again, this time lifting her leg slightly. Her movement creates a rubbing sensation against my upper quad and hip as if she is horny and as if she wants me even in her sleep. Her heated center, still moist from when we made love, touches my skin and my breath stalls as a charge travels through me. Every inch of me is aware of her and it wants… it wants so badly… yet I will not awaken her. Catherine has a normal life and she needs her sleep.
"Vincent," she mumbles again and my loin and heart both back-flip with excitement.
She is dreaming of me. It is the ultimate prize and proof of the place that I hold in her heart. Her coming to me last night is also proof of how much she desires me. Last night, I decided not to go to her apartment. She has to be at court this morning for a case and I didn't want to be a distraction. It shouldn't please me that my absence ended up being more distracting than my presence ever could have proven, but it does… immensely. The knowledge that she desires me to the point of insomnia is exhilarating. I thank God that she does because I desire her to the brink of madness.
In her dream state, her fingertips resting on my abs begins to move in a circular caressing movement and I nearly lose it. It takes all my will power to lay still and let her tips play with my bare skin. If I wasn't part advanced super creature, I would have swore she was awake and torturing me on purpose. But, no, I can tell that she is fast asleep. Her teasing and provoking are done by her subconscious. Even in slumber, her body automatically reaches for me and aims to satisfy her lust. Fascinated, I watch as her lips separate and her breathing grows deeper. Her chest begins to press into me with each inhale, making me even more aware of her breasts and nipples.
Unable to stop myself, I remove my right hand which is resting right above her left gluteus and sensually grasp her one breast. She moans in her sleep and begins to grind purposely against my leg. Encouraged, I carefully reposition myself so that her upper body separates slightly from my own. Her leg is still placed across my thigh, her hand is still toying with my heating skin, but both her breasts are now available and mine to play with. With my left hand cradling her neck for support, my right hand does what it has been itching to do. Another low moan escapes from between her lips as my hand encircles her round breast. I shouldn't, it might wake her, but the aching has begun to grow too wildly and I can't help myself. Full of desire, my mouth comes down to her neck and places a long kiss right at the arch. Desire enflames and spreads from my lips to the rest of me and I want more. I must have more!
Wanting the same, even in her sleep, her hips begin to thrust as if we are already making love. Her hand ventures upwards until her fingers are in my hair, gripping with passion.
"Vincent," she moans, on the verge of awakening, as my lips places kisses all the way down her neck and breasts.
At the nipples, I stop and let my tongue tease, entice, and electrify. She responds by feverishly twitching and twisting underneath me. My free hands slide down her back and over her backside slope. My Catherine is all woman and I admire and enjoy every curve. I turn to my side and my hardness finds her moistness. Yet, I do not enter her. I would never do that. That step is for her to take, always.
My lips place one last kiss on her rosy tip before I raise my head so that I can look at her. Her eyelids flicker and open. Without a word or delay, her hand leaves my scalp for my organ. Eager fingers grip around me and guide me inside of her. I had not expected nor been prepared for her to go from sleeping to fucking in a matter of seconds and I let out a growl similar to that of the Beast. Catherine, much like a Beast herself, straddles me as she urges me up to sitting so that we are face to face. She sinks low and deep, making me nearly come but I bite it together. I refuse to come before I have given her the pleasure she needs and deserves. Her lips enclose mine as she begins to move up and down, and all begins to darken around me. Desperately, I try to hold on but her heat, wetness, and pace is creating stars before my eyes and I feel myself slipping.
