Bittersweet Love Part 10 (rated adult) Catherine returned above late Sunday night. Vincent walked her to the threshold of her world. They stood at the bottom of the ladder holding and kissing each other neither wanting to let go. Vincent broke their kiss before it got out of control. "Catherine how can I let you go?" "How will I be able to cope with your absence for two whole days?" "Vincent I do not know how I will cope as well." "I neglected my work this weekend." "I don't regret it." "I spent the weekend with my heart." "Now I must pay the price." "Two days is not that long unless it is away from you." A tear slips down her cheek. He kisses it away. "Catherine I feel your sadness." "It matches my own." "We will be together soon." Composing herself, wanting to be strong for him, "yes we will be together soon." "I better go stepping from his embrace while she still had the willpower to do so. "I love you Vincent and she turned to descend the ladder to her world. Halfway up she felt strong hands encircle her waist before she was lifted in his arms and gifted with a passionate kiss. Her knees buckled from the power of that kiss. Vincent held her tight against him, deepening the kiss. On wobbly legs, he released her a little. Holding her close until he felt her strength return so she could stand on her own. Against her hair he whispered, "I needed that to hold me until I see you again." Resting her head on his strong chest, "I needed that too." "Will it be enough for us Vincent?" "No Catherine it will never be enough but it will have to be for now." He moved away from her than. "You better go it is getting late." "Yes Vincent." "I know." "Goodnight my love." "Goodnight Catherine." "I love you.' "Sleep well my love" and she was gone. Vincent remained at the bottom of the ladder, a hand on each side. His grip was so hard; his knuckles were turning white, fighting the urge to bring her back. Lowering his head, he turned and slowly walked to his chamber. He realized the more time they spend together the harder it gets to let her go. As Catherine returned to her apartment, a deep sadness overcame her. When it became too much to bear, she threw herself into her work for the next few hours. Vincent was Below writing in his journal. This weekend with Catherine was so beautiful, So perfect." As I sit here writing all I can think of is my love for her. As each day passes, I love her even more. "I dream of a life together. Very soon my love you will join me in my world to begin our life as one." Catherine's eyes began to hurt from working. She knew it was time to put her papers away. She looked at the clock on her nightstand 12am. Tomorrow will be here soon. Returning her work to her briefcase, she took a bath and climbed into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep and dreamed of she and Vincent's last evening together. They had retired to his chamber after dinner. They wanted to spend her last evening alone. They changed into their robes. Vincent lay behind her in the bed; they each took a turn reading a sonnet by Shakespeare. She asked him to go first. When Catherine finished reading hers. Vincent gently removed the book from her hand laying it on the nightstand. He softly cupped her chin turning her face toward him taking her lips in a passionate kiss. Catherine returned his kiss with a fever of her own. He kissed her neck, tugging on her belt. His hands began a gentle assault all over her body. Feeling the callousness of his palms lightly caressing her from toe to thigh her blood turned to fire. He went further, caressing her flat stomach, upward to each breast. The soft fur on his hands touching her body was driving her over the edge. "Oh Vincent, your touch so tender, so gentle, so intoxicating. Please don't stop." Sliding her robe off one slender shoulder he gifted it with a kiss. She turned toward him than, returning each caress with her own. Her soft lips gently sucking the tender skin on his neck. Going downward to his muscular chest, she tugged on his belt. Opening his robe allowing herself the pleasure of gazing upon his magnificent body. Her trail of kisses going across the taunt muscles of his stomach, inching closer to that special part of him she craved. He gasped when she reached her goal. Her lips tenderly kiss his arousal from tip to end. He lay on his back, eyes closed savoring the sensations. Catherine, my Catherine. "You are so beautiful Vincent, her tongue circling the tip of his manhood, so virile so male. "I must have you." A growl escaped his lips when he felt the warmness of her sweet mouth surrounding him. He was lost. He arched upward, his clawed nails gripping the sheet, his release upon him. "Oh god Catherine, thrusting into her mouth, one last time his seeds erupted. She kept going. It happened once twice more. His roars of pleasure echoed without his chamber. When they quieted to a gentle purr, he slowly released his grip on the sheet, collapsing on the bed. . He felt the cool tunnel air on his heated flesh when her mouth left him. He stayed, as he was a few moments losing himself in the sensations going through his body. Opening his eyes, he looked downward Catherine was not there. Smiling, he realized he was reliving their last evening together through Catherine's dream. Rolling on his side he closed his eyes rejoining her there. Catherine's dream continued. She had just returned the pleasure Vincent had given her. He rolled her on her stomach. Starting from her head down to her toes, he lavished her with tender kisses all over her heated body. His canines gently nipping her delicate skin. The down on his face slightly rough but not abrasive tingled her senses. She began to moan, squirming on the bed. She felt his weight slightly upon her rubbing against her. The soft feel of the hair on his body caressing her naked skin was an aphrodisiac to her soul. She began moving with him, he felt her desire rising. Followed by her moans of pleasure. NEXT |
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