"Though They Sink Through The Sea"
by Debbie Nockels
COPYRIGHT: January 1991 (orig) Slightly revised August 2001
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters are mine (I wish!). They belong to Ron Koslow, who created them, and I'm not sure who else at this point in time.
NOTES: The lyrics are from "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Ewan McCall, Stormking Music, BMI, from the album The Best Of Roberta Flack, 1981, Atlantic Recording Corp., a Warner Communications Co.
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The first time ever I lay with you
������ I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
������ And last til the end of time, my love
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������ Vincent woke first, instantly aware of Catherine's warm body in his arms. Eyes closed, he took in a deep breath. His nose and mouth were buried in Catherine's hair, and its fragrance filled his nostrils even as his lips savored its silkiness. He allowed his hand to stroke down her side, caressing the satin fullness of breast and hip. Catherine stirred but didn't waken.
������ Vincent paused, unsure whether it was proper to proceed, even though his instincts were telling hin to. He opened himself to their bond, searching deeply to find Catherine's sleeping senses, and touched a gentle stream of emotions and brief, abstract images. He continued his caresses and the images grew stronger and more distinct, as did the accompanying emotions.
������ Vague warmth swirled, intensified, transforming into shivering flashes of pleasure, while flickering visions of their naked bodies, entwined and writhing, in various postures, flowed from her sleeping mind into his. Reassured, Vincent allowed his excitement to rise and gently extricated himself from their close embrace. He bent his head for his mouth to follow after his hands.
������ Still asleep, Catherine moaned, gradually becoming aware of a slow heat building inside her. Her eyes fluttered open. Through a haze she saw Vincent's hair spread in a glorious cascade over her chest. His warm tongue was moving gently over her breasts, wetly caressing the hardened tips.
������ She whispered his name, her voice husky with longing, and Vincent raised his head. He moved upward and wrapped her in his arms while his mouth found hers, passionately. His hands slid down her body and gently parted her legs. Scorching pleasure shivered through Catherine at the touch of his gentle yet demanding fingers, and a soft, anguished breath escaped her lips. She pressed insistently against his hard, muscular body, his soft fur teasing her sensitized skin relentlessly. A hot flush of desire infused her, and she moaned again. "Vincent."
������ "Yes, love?" His eyes caught hers and held them. Vincent continued his slow, deliberate strokes, pleased to see the shivers claim her, loving the sound of her soft, ragged breaths. His own arousal increased until he was sure he would explode. A fiery tremor rippled through him, and he closed his eyes, groaning.
������ Catherine gasped through the thundering heartbeat in her ears. "Vincent . . . I want you . . . I need you inside me!"
������ Vincent opened his eyes; they were almost black with passion. He kissed her, then raised himself over her body. Catherine opened her legs, and with an eager caress of his swollen length, reached down her hand to guide him. Slowly he began his entry, but the first sense of her moist, hot flesh drove him beyond the limits of his control.
������ It was more than he could endure - yet he couldn't get enough. Passion hit him with the force of a tidal wave, and with a savage groan he buried himself in Catherine as far as he could reach, somehow managing to keep the action gentle in spite of its power. The roar of his blood almost drowned out Catherine's simultaneous cry, but nothing could mask the force of her emotions surging through their bond.
������ After all their intimacies that evening, Catherine was still unprepared for the overpowering emotions as Vincent joined his flesh with hers. An intensely sexual rapture held her breathless even before their bodies began the rhythmic motions of lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around Vincent's thighs and frantically sought his mouth, kissing him deeply. She arched upward, tightening her arms around his neck so that her back actually left the bed. She wanted to feel him on every inch of her body, melt into his warmth and power, become a part of him.
������ Vincent felt her exhilaration, her desperation. He slid an arm beneath her hips and lifted her toward him, pressing himself farther into her until he could feel the touch of her womb. He groaned, trembling, aroused beyond measure by the sensation of her moist, sleek depths caressing his every inch. Her name passed his lips in a shaking, breathless whisper.
������ Even more compelling was the sensation of utter rightness that filled him. How could he ever have thought that this was wrong for them? She completed him in a way nothing else - no one else - could. They were two halves of a whole. Almost they had been separated in this life before achieving that oneness, but even the boundaries of death had not sufficed to keep them apart. Now they were together once more, and nothing would ever separate them again, regardless of how far apart their physical selves.
������ Vincent felt Catherine surround him, flow into him, merging with him until they were one. One heart. One body. One soul. He pulled back and then arched his hips forward, and shuddered at the exquisite sensation of re-entering her body. He moved again, and again, with purposeful deliberation, each slow thrust causing the world around him to narrow until nothing existed but Catherine . . . Catherine, soft and quivering in his arms, her mouth waiting and hungry for his, her inner depths open to him, her soul blended with his into one seamless whole.
������ This is the way it felt in my dream, only more. Another tremor shook Vincent from head to toe, piercing in its sweetness. So much more! He felt Catherine move and without thought moved with her to meet her need, angling himself slightly upward. He pressed himself harder within her, encountered a difference in her texture, a more satiny smoothness touching him. A powerful throb answered his touch, and at the same time Catherine shuddered.
������ Catherine sought Vincent's eyes, seeing with difficulty through the pulsing haze that filled her vision. She called his name silently in her mind, not having the strength to vocalize it, and saw his eyes open in response. Their gazes locked. Together they climbed the rising swell of passion, higher and higher. There was nothing in the world but each other; their bodies rocking in the erotic dance of love; the blaze of their passion. A low groan started in Vincent's throat, almost a growl; was met by its counterpart from Catherine. Faster, faster they moved now. Sweat sprang up, coating their bodies in a fine, glistening sheen.
������ The tremors started deep in the center of her being . . . churning, rippling outward in relentless, expanding waves. Catherine's back arched and her mouth opened in a silent cry as she was consumed in heat. A flush swept over her damp skin in a rich, luminous tide. Soul-deep shudders claimed her, and Vincent's face was lost as her eyes glazed over. An overwhelming ecstasy she had experienced only once before held her immobile in its grip.
������ Vaguely she heard Vincent's deep growl/moan, felt his muscles tighten beneath her palms, and then . . . his growl became a voracious, demanding roar. He pushed himself harder, deeper into her body. She felt his powerful spasms and the hot spurt of his semen against her womb as he climaxed, again and again. Their bond relayed his sensations back to her, where they met with her own, catching her up in Vincent's emotions until she climbed once more into a shuddering fulfillment. Catherine bit at Vincent's chest with savage joy and raked her nails down his back, uncaring of any possible injury to him.
������ Vincent shivered wildly at the fiery trail down his back . . . along his buttocks . . . Impossibly he felt the beginnings of another orgasm and cried out as his body tensed and the sweet, liquid convulsions began again. He hunched his back and surged deeply into Catherine, felt the pressure of her legs around him as together they reached the completion only they could give to one another.
������ Spent, Vincent sagged across Catherine, barely managing to keep his full weight off her. He held her close, shutting his eyes, thrilling at the sense of still being inside her, of feeling her softness throb around him in tiny quivers of lingering pleasure. Finally his trembling arms would support him no longer, and he rolled onto his side, bringing Catherine with him. A sob shook her, and Vincent pulled back to look at her, brushing the sweat-damp hair from her face. Tenderly he kissed her eyes, drinking her tears with a delicate touch.
������ Catherine stroked Vincent's cheek. Her eyes met his, luminous; her lashes were dark and wet. "I love you," she whispered.
������ "As I love you," he replied softly. Their lips met in a lingering kiss, then they settled down in each other's arms again. Suddenly Catherine gave a sleepy chuckle. Vincent looked his inquiry.
������ "I hope we didn't disturb the neighbors." She chuckled again. Vincent felt an embarrassed warmth flood his cheeks. Catherine nuzzled into the furry softness of his chest. "I don't feel like getting up to explain to Security that I had the volume on too loud." Her glance at Vincent was sly.
������ "You know, that wildlife program we were watching on TV." At the flustered look on his face, she stopped her gentle teasing. Scooting up a little, she kissed him. "Better here than in your chamber Below, love. Can you imagine if Father came to investigate?"
������ That possibility hadn't occurred to Vincent before, but he considered it now. His lips twitched, imagining the appalled looks, the hasty apologies . . . the even hastier retreat. Laughter rumbled softly in his chest. "Perhaps," he murmured," I should see about having a door fitted for my chamber."
������Catherine smiled drowsy agreement. Together they lay watching the red glow from the fireplace die down. Bathed in warm fulfillment, they drifted off to sleep.
THE END
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