The Soul Within (3 of 4) *Adult Content*

[Teri]

> He trembled violently, not moving for what felt like an eternity, but
suddenly his hands closed about her upper arms and with a dizzying swirl of
motion she felt herself turned and pressed back against the rocky wall, his
eyes locked intently to hers. He stared down at her, a veiled intensity in
his gaze she found impossible to read. He controlled them both now, but the
bond was still contained and he touched her not at all except where he held
her arms. Despite that, however, his body encompassed her completely. He
surrounded her, his forearms resting against the wall, the edges of his
cloak draping about both of them together, and she shivered with anxiety and
anticipation, uncertain what would follow next. He might just as easily be
using this moment of domination to regain his own faltering control. It was
true that he still held tightly to the bond on his end, but it was a tenuous
hold and the crack there had widened considerably. She own breath was
shallow and fast, as if she couldn't pull enough oxygen in to survive. But
she couldn't even try to control that now. Now all her efforts were focused
on the the burgeoning bond and she grasped at the wild stream of his intense
emotions, desperate to gather them into herself and become one with them.
She couldn't imagine how it would feel when those sensations were released
to her entirely, but oh, how she craved that moment. She wanted it with a
bottomless desire that would not let her rest. He had to share this with
her, he had to! She didn't know how she could go on without this
astonishing blend of emotions that was she and Vincent together in the bond.
> All introspection ended abruptly as she saw his gaze drift down from her
eyes to rest upon her lips. Oh god... She recognized that look. It was
the same one seen in her oh-so-recent dream, only now it was directed at
her, only her. How could she have ever imagined it could be any other way?!
Then that thought, too, flew away as he slowly leaned in toward her, his
intent plain. His lips brushed hers tenderly with a touch so light she
barely felt it. The pressure of this kiss was exactly the opposite of that
fleeting but fierce one he had taken from her in his chamber shortly ago,
and with a flash of insight she realized that he needed to move slowly if he
was to move forward at all. He needed to know that his desires would not
take all control from him. He needed to know that he wouldn't hurt her.
> A sigh escaped her and she felt his response to the sensation of that warm
air gusting against his own lips through the sudden tightening of his hold
upon her arms. That grip loosened again almost immediately, confirming her
speculation on his hesitancy now. He pulled back from her slowly and she
held her breath, desperately hoping he wouldn't stop and leave her. A
moment later she released it with a rush as she felt his lips press against
the pulse at the side of her throat. He nuzzled there for a few minutes and
she felt it quicken, felt hot blood shuddering through her body in a heated
rush of passion in response to his touch. She squirmed against the wall,
wanting his body pressed to her own, but restrained the urge to arch up
against him, determined to let him explore these new possibilities slowly,
to give him the time he needed. His mouth left her throbbing pulse and
moved upward, then along her jaw until once again he touched her lips. This
time he nuzzled against them with a little more force and her mouth dropped
open to gasp in some much needed air. He froze for a moment, then briefly
enclosed her upper lip between his own. It, too, was a fleeting touch,
released in an instant.
> A second later he did it again, this time holding her a little longer. He
began a softly sensuous nuzzling and nipping motion along her silken flesh,
then abruptly left to repeat those same tender ministrations on her full
lower lip. Catherine couldn't resist the opportunity before her and her
tongue peaked out to lick against his intriguing upper lip. Purely by
chance she brushed against the unique cleft there and the response from him
at that unintentional touch was completely unexpected. He gasped and jerked
away while his hands tightened upon her arms with an almost painful grip.
He stared down at her, eyes wide now with a stunned expression, and
Catherine realized that this was an intensely sensitive and erogenous area
for him. She desperately wanted to pull him back and repeat that touch, but
instead she waited with a barely restrained eagerness for him to return to
her, to accept this new, dizzyingly erotic touch. A moment later he did.
> The chaotic confusion in his eyes never left, but she could see, too, the
yearning for a repeat of that stunningly pleasurable sensation. She saw
instantly when the decision was made, and then he was returning to her,
nuzzling against her lower lip just as he had just moments before. She
waited a bit, letting him ease into the kiss of his own accord, then slowly,
gently licked along his sensitive upper lip, for the time being ignoring the
cleft at its center. With the first touch of her tongue upon him, Vincent
froze against her, but he didn't pull away and so Catherine continued on
with her teasing caress. Finally she slipped into that hidden fold and he
gasped again. The secret flesh was silky and slick, and an intense pleasure
radiated through their bond as she kissed him there. Suddenly the emotions
between them burst outward, and she pulled back with a gasp of astonishment
and joy. The bond was open to her fully now, and she stared at him in
wonder at the sensations swirling within. This is what he felt so often
from her. This is what she had been craving for so long. Vincent's gaze
met her own with a chaotic blend of ecstasy and understanding, and she
couldn't stay away a moment longer. She pressed herself tightly to him and
their lips met in a devastating kiss, tongues twining together in a
rapturous bliss of passion that was as timeless as it was instinctive. He
finally released her arms and pulled her close. His hands roamed feverishly
along her back, stopping just before the soft curves of her hips, molding
her against his full length, no longer trying to hide his pulsing arousal
from her. The kiss went on and on, and when it ended Vincent buried his
face against her throat with a groaning growl that sent pulsing shudders
racing through every muscle in her body.
> "Oh, Vincent, Vincent!"
> Her cry echoed through the small chamber and their bond, multiplying the
sensations surrounding and filling them. His lips pressed hungrily against
her neck in response, but for the moment he seemed beyond words. Her
breasts ached for his touch and she slipped her hand between them and began
to undo the buttons of her shirt, all caution thrown to the wind. He
continued to mouth the silky flesh of her throat with erotic intent, at
first seemingly unaware of what she did, but when she reached the final
button, the back of her hand brushed against his abdomen near the waistband
of his jeans and he jolted away from her with a shocked gasp. Looking down
he saw the edges of her shirt undone, the line of creamy skin between
unbroken by any underclothing. Hunger and fear warred in his face, and she
stayed perfectly still, her hands lightly resting at his waist, not holding
him there, but simply letting him feel the comforting presence of her touch.
She held her breath, wondering what he would do next, somehow certain that
this would mark the line beyond which he would not or could not go this day.
> She was wrong.
> His expression was filled with hesitant uncertainty, but he reached out to
her as if unable to stop himself. Lightly, with the back of one finger, he
stroked along the smooth line of her silky flesh, from the base of her
throat to the edge of her jeans then back up again, stopping at the center
of her chest, in the warm hollow between her breasts, to stroke her lightly
there. The silky hair felt both soothing and teasing, sending a shiver of
anticipation through her that resulted in a sinuous wave along her torso,
visible to them both. Even though he touched her with the furred back only,
he kept his finger tightly curled, the sharp nail tucked within his palm. A
twinge of sorrow and pain arrowed through her and was quickly gone -- one
thing at a time, she told herself.
> But Vincent had felt that fleeting emotion, and in that instant he froze.
Anxiety had been present throughout their encounter this day, but it had
been diminishing steadily, pushed aside by his love and need and her eager
acceptance. Now it returned full force, dominating the emotions she felt
from him through their bond. She had to do something quickly, to make him
understand why she had felt that complex emotion at that moment. The curled
edge of his finger still rested upon her skin, but it was motionless now,
and she knew in a second it would be withdrawn and he would retreat. Before
he could do either, her hand covered his, pressing him firmly against her
chest for a single moment and then lifting it to her lips. As she had that
night on her balcony, after he had told her about Lisa, she tenderly kissed
the back of his hand, this time, though, she didn't stop with that simple
touch. She kissed down the length of each finger until she reached the
sharp-tipped nails. He tried to pull away at the clear sight of them
resting upon her palm, but her hand closed about his, stopping that retreat,
and he froze again. She knew it was fear that he might hurt her in pulling
away which had stopped him this time, not acceptance. She bent to his hand
once more, this time kissing the lightly furred flesh at the base where his
nail began and he gasped in shock at the first sensation of her lips there.
She repeated that touch on each finger, cherishing what he abhorred. When
she was finished, Catherine turned his hand in hers and repeated that kiss
at the tip of each finger, this time upon his bare, sensitive skin. The
sharp edge of each nail trailed lightly along the fullness of her upper lip
as she moved from finger to finger and a delicious tingling sensation arose
in her from that erotic touch. Finally she moved to the center of his palm
and pressed a warm, lingering kiss there, holding his hand cupped against
her. His whole body was shaking, but she stayed still, nestled in his hand
for some moments, her pose before him almost one of supplication.
> A minute passed as she rested there, but finally she lifted her head to
meet his stunned gaze, a calm expression of tender love in her eyes. Her
hand opened gently, allowing him to leave that safe haven and he paused for
a moment, confusion in his eyes. Her hand dropped away and his remained
suspended for a fleeting second before he lowered it back to his side, his
eyes now following the path of her hands. Both met at the center of her
chest, lightly hooked about the open edges of her shirt, then slowly pulled
them aside to bare her breasts to him. He drew in a harsh breath at that
sudden sight, his gaze pinned upon her creamy flesh. Catherine could feel
his emotions so clearly; he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to take her in
his arms and pull her close against him...he was embarrassed at his
inability to look away. She knew those thoughts with an unshakeable
conviction, though what she actually felt through the bond was a jumbled
mass of shame, anxiety and lusty desire. She remained still before him and
tried to focus her own emotions. With all her intensity directed outward,
she willed him to take what she offered, to touch her and make her his,
forever. She knew he felt and understood when his gaze flickered upward to
meet hers, a hesitant confusion mixed there along with all the other emotions.
> He stared into her eyes for some measureless length of time, then his gaze
drifted downward again, drawn by the burning desires she felt so clearly
through their bond. His trembling hand lifted tentatively toward her, but
paused for a moment when once again he saw those deadly nails, this time
with the clear view of her creamy, tender breast just beyond. The trembling
increased and she waited breathlessly, hoping he could find it within
himself to move forward. His hesitancy ended, and suddenly she felt his
warm palm cupping her gently. A sigh of joyful relief escaped her at the
poignant sight of his strong, furred hand holding her pale creamy flesh, her
taut, rosy nipple straining outward just above the curve of his fingers and
thumb. His hand still trembled, and she could feel his stunned amazement
that he had dared to take this step. She brought her own hand up to cup his
reassuringly, telling him without words that he belonged there, that she was
his, all of her. At the touch of her hand upon him, his trembling suddenly
diminished, though minute shivers continued to quiver through him. She knew
they would not be banished until he had conquered all his fears. Gently she
guided his thumb upward to brush over her nipple, showing him what she
wanted. She completed the arc, then her hand left his, letting him continue
on, or not, as he was able. Once again his eyes rose to meet hers. His
were full of uncertainty and desire, hers with love and passion.
> The bond swirled between them, mixing their emotions until neither was
sure which belonged to which. Lost in the maelstrom of those sensations,
Catherine was caught by surprise when she felt his thumb stroke tenderly
over her quivering flesh again, this time of his own accord. He leaned
toward her and the gentle blending of their lips joined that other tender
caress.
> "I love you."
> He whispered the words against her in the midst of that blissful kiss, and
Catherine moaned in pleasure before his mouth covered hers once more. Their
kiss progressed from a light, innocent nuzzling of lips to a deeply
passionate embrace of tongues and the touch of his hand upon her grew in
passion as well. His fingers kneaded her soft flesh, fondling and exploring
the silky fullness of her with a need he could no longer deny. His other
hand rested upon her back, holding her close, but it slipped down now to cup
her rounded hips, pulling her up and in to his taut arousal. Through the
layers of their clothing she felt the throbbing surge of his erection and
knew that he couldn't take much more of this. At that moment he broke away
with a gasp, releasing her entirely. He turned away to lean against the
chamber wall, his forehead pressed to the cold stone.
> Catherine was left standing beside him, a breeze from above cooling her
exposed, heated flesh. The sensations of their bond held her still, but she
could feel him struggling to gain control over them once more, and she knew
that, at least for now, this was as far as he could go. With trembling
fingers she began to button her shirt, shivering at the sensation of the
cotton cloth upon her still taut and sensitive nipples. She contained those
yearning emotions resolutely, determined not to push him too fast. They had
made an amazing leap forward, far beyond anything she could possibly have
imagined for this day, and she would wait patiently for the time when he was
ready to accept more from her, until he was ready to accept everything. She
felt it clearly when his control returned, and a moment later he turned to
face her, a poignant mix of stunned disbelief and shy hesitancy on his face.
> "We should go back, Catherine."
> She nodded her acceptance, biting back the sudden urge to plead with him
to stay for just a few minutes longer.
> "I'm ready."
> They turned toward the chamber entrance but his hand suddenly stopped her
and in an instant he was on one knee beside her, lifting a stocking-clad
foot into his hands.
> "Your feet!"
> She heard the consternation in his voice, and for the first time noticed a
soreness there.
> "I left my shoes in your chamber."
> She didn't need to explain how that had happened. Vincent stripped her
stockings off and closely inspected the pads of each foot with a tender touch.
> "The tunnel floors are rocky and uneven. There are bruises forming already."
> She could clearly feel them now that their passion had subsided, but she
couldn't find it in herself to give that small sensation of pain any serious
consideration. It was insignificant compared to the blissful emotions they
had shared so recently.
> "It's nothing, Vincent, really."
> He stood up then, and met her gaze, understanding clear in his eyes.
Still, as she knew he would, he swung her into his arms and she didn't
protest. She closed her eyes and nestled against his broad chest as they
left the music chamber, happy to share a few minutes more of this physical
contact with him before he sent her Above, to her apartment alone.
>
>* * *
>
> Catherine had run from his chamber to their music room earlier this day in
just under ten minutes, and now, despite his walking pace and the weight of
her in his arms, Vincent made the return trip in much the same time. Though
she kept her eyes closed the whole way, she knew when they had entered his
chamber by the subtle shift over the bond followed by the sudden pause of
his stride. She sighed and steeled herself to accept the coming separation
with grace, though a small part of her stubbornly rebelled. She wanted him
so, wanted more of his passionate kisses and caresses and the sensations
they engendered. She opened her eyes resignedly, and found exactly what she
had expected, the cozy, intimate setting of his chamber before her. Next to
the bed she spotted her shoes, and she waited for him to put her down and
retrieve them, certain their stay here would be brief, but that didn't
happen. Instead he carried her into the chamber and to his bed. He set her
down where she had earlier lain napping and sat at her side.
> Catherine held her breath with stunned disbelief. She had not expected
this -- not at all, and was sure it had to be something other than it
appeared. A moment later, when he gently pushed her back to rest against
the pillows piled behind her and leaned in to press a warm kiss against her
throat she knew she was wrong once again. Tears sprang to her eyes, and a
surge of happiness, mixed with relief, filled her and instantly communicated
itself to Vincent through their bond. He pulled back to study her face,
uncertainty filling his own. She smiled tremulously up at him, and he
gently cupped her cheek and stroked the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
> "Don't cry, Catherine."
> His voice was raspy and low, a tremor there which matched that evident
along the graceful sinews of his hand and fingers. She covered his hand
with her own and slid it down until she could once more press a kiss against
his palm, her eyes never leaving his.
> "I love you so much, Vincent."
> The words vibrated against his skin and the trembling there increased. He
stared at her in amazement and she could easily read his perplexed
disbelief. He couldn't believe she was here, in his chamber, in his bed,
sharing emotions and touches he had thought forbidden to him. His hand slid
away and his fingers threaded through her hair until he cupped the back of
her neck. His thumb stroked tenderly along the sensitive flesh just in
front of her ear, and after a still moment she felt him urging her forward
as he leaned in to meet her. His lips touched hers in a gentle kiss, and
for a moment he did nothing more than nuzzle against her silky fullness.
Catherine returned his caresses in kind, letting him set the pace, stunned
at how quickly he'd grown accustomed to this previously unknown intimacy.
Little by little the passion of his kisses grew, until finally he teased her
lips open with his tongue and tasted the tender flesh of her mouth,
exploring all the textures there with a boldness that astonished her. In
the midst of that blissful assault, she felt herself pushed gently back
until she lay nestled against the pillows once more, his arms circling her
slim body to hold her tight, his chest pressed intimately against her own.
When he finally pulled away from her, his hands slid to her shoulders, a
gentle pressure there telling her he wanted her to stay. He stared down at
her again in wonderment, as if he needed to continually reaffirm that this
was really happening, then finally spoke, his voice hesitant and shy.
> "I can't believe I can kiss you like this, Catherine, that you want this
as much as I do. Somehow this feels like it must be a dream. I couldn't
bear it if I woke up alone, not now, not after this."
> "It's not a dream, Vincent. This is real. I'm here and you're here and
we're finally beginning to experience our bond together. This is how it was
meant to be. I love your kisses. I love the feel of your mouth upon me,
and your hands..."
> His eyes darkened to a deeper shade of blue at her words, and he couldn't
stop his gaze from drifting down over her breasts. Her nipples felt hard
and tender once more, and she knew he could easily see those firm peaks
through the fabric of her blouse. When his hands slid from her shoulders to
the first button there, undoing it slowly before moving on to the next she
was utterly astounded. Never in her wildest dreams has she imagined them
moving forward so far in such a short period of time. She had thought that
they would make tiny inroads, over many weeks, perhaps even months, once he
began to allow some physical intimacy between them. Now she began to wonder
if instead his sensuous nature, once released to experience even a little of
the pleasure awaiting them, was incapable of remaining contained. She
couldn't think too much upon that though, for he was at the last button now
and when it, too, was undone he scarcely hesitated before pulling the shirt
open to bare her breasts to his hungry eyes once more. He drank in the
sight of her with a ravenous thirst, and she watched him, pleased beyond
measure at the joy she was finally able to give him with this simple gift.
> "I loved how you touched me in the music chamber, Vincent. Please, touch
me again."
> His gaze flickered up to her meet hers for second only, then back to her
breasts, and a moment later she felt his hands slipping over her to cup both
tenderly. When his fingers began to move upon her, caressing her aching
nipples with a soothing, stroking motion, she couldn't contain a moan of desire.
> "Oh yes. That feels so good!"
> With her eyes close and head thrown back, she allowed her emotions to spin
away, joining his in the bond to swirl about them both. She felt his
growing arousal, her own building rapidly. It had been so long...too long.
The low tones of his voice flowed over her in a husky whisper, at one with
the erotic sensations swirling about them and through their bond.
> "You're so beautiful, so silky soft and warm."
> His hands were miraculous, each touch bringing her closer to the peak of
ecstasy. She wanted so much more, and yet she realized with a an astonished
sense of amazement that his tender touch and sensuous kisses alone could
easily bring her a sexual fulfillment she had never before experienced.
Nothing and no one had ever inspired these sensations in her before. Lost
in the bliss of his touch, she wasn't prepared when his mouth once more took
hers, this time no gentle prelude to prepare her for the ecstasy of his
passionate kiss. A muffled moan escaped her and turned into a mewling
whimper when he misinterpreted her response and drew quickly away.
> "Catherine? Did I hurt you?"
> She easily heard the fear in his voice, and knew, regardless of the
progress made today that that fear was ever-present, and he ever-vigilant.
She hurried to reassure him, her voice husky and almost incoherent with
pleasure.
> "No, you didn't hurt me, believe me, Vincent."
> She wanted to tell him not to stop, but through the foggy haze surrounding
her she realized that this break in their passion was needed now. She knew
that if their emotions built any higher everything would soon spin out of
control, and as wonderful as that might be, later Vincent would be sure to
question that loss of control. She couldn't risk that -- not this first
time. So she gathered her strength together and sat up, only inches
separating them. Her eyes held his as she slipped her opened shirt off her
shoulders, and she spoke quickly when she saw a twinge of apprehension appear.
> "Do you remember how I told you that I'd dreamed of feeling my breasts
against your bare chest?" As she spoke her hand rested gently,
non-threateningly upon the center of those taut muscles.
> He nodded slowly, and though the hesitancy was still present in his eyes,
he didn't pull away.
> "Could I, Vincent? Please?"
> He drew in a deep shuddering breath, and she could easily read his
thoughts. They had come so far, and if they were to move forward from here
at all he would finally have to begin to reveal his body to her. It was
either that or retreat, and she held her breath as she waited for his
decision. A moment later she released it with a rush of relief. He didn't
speak his consent, but his trembling hands moved to the edges of his cloak
and began to pull it back. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly covered
his hands with her own, holding them reassuringly, but stopping their
movement. A second later she drew them away and pressed them down to his
side and her hands replaced his own at the edges of his cloak. She eased it
back off his shoulders, and it slid to the floor with a whispered sigh. Her
hands returned to the soft leather of his vest and traced the V'ed edges
until she reached the point where they met, at his waist. She watched both
her hands touching him and the expression on his face, ever cautious of his
response to this next level of intimacy.
> Vincent's gaze was pinned upon her hands as she moved downward along his
length, and when she reached his waist he gasped, unable to withhold the
anxiety and excitement vying within. She remained still for a moment,
letting him get used to the sight of her hands upon him, then slid to the
buckle of his overbelt. It was intricate and foreign in its design, but in
a moment she had it undone and it joined his cloak upon the chamber floor.
She slid her hands back up, palms flat, then stroked outward to push his
vest off too. She usually found herself cursing his many layers, well aware
how hidden he was from her in them, but today she shivered with
anticipation, the slow uncovering of him a blissful pleasure that filled her
completely. Her hands slid back to rest at the center of his chest once
more, and she remained there for a moment, unmoving, enjoying the deep
rhythm of his heart beneath her palms. They both stared down at that sight,
her hands small against the broad muscled expanse. Suddenly his hands
covered her own.
> "Catherine, are you sure?"
> Her gaze swung up to his and she searched his eyes intently. He was
afraid. Afraid of what was to come and even more afraid of missing the
smallest moment of this erotic journey they now shared.
> "I don't want to disappoint you, or..."
> He couldn't finish that thought, but she felt it through the bond easily
enough.
> "You could never disappoint me, Vincent. And you could never frighten or
repulse me."
> He cringed at her words, and she knew immediately that she had been right
in her assessment of his fears.
> "I love you. You are the other half of my soul. Without you I'm
incomplete, only half alive. I know you're afraid I won't be prepared for
what your body looks like, or for the force of your desires. And I suppose
you're partially right, at least on the first part. I can't know for
certain what to expect, but it just doesn't matter. Don't you see? It's so
unimportant compared to everything else we share. And believe me, Vincent,
your desire for me can't possibly exceed my desire for you. Perhaps you're
the one who should be concerned."
> She added that last in a teasing voice, surprising a chuckle out of him
and the tension she felt over their bond lessened somewhat. When he
responded to her words, though, he spoke seriously, and more clearly on this
subject than he had ever before been able to with her.
> "In theory I know you're right, but the reality... It's part of my
physiological makeup to feel emotions very strongly, both my own and in the
sensing of yours. But I've never experienced anything that rivals the
intensity of what we've shared today -- nothing that even comes close. How
can I know what my reaction will be? You know of the severity of my
response when you or the others need my protection. You know what I'm
capable of."
> As he spoke she felt the anxiety level through their bond increase, and
his eyes filled with tears, though she clearly felt his struggle to hold
them at bay and finally discuss this issue as rationally as possible.
> "I know all that, Vincent. But I also know that you could never hurt me.
You respond as you do to ensure that I'm not hurt. The bond always lets you
know when I'm in pain or distress, and you always respond to alleviate it.
How could it be any different now?"
> "What if it has nothing to do with the bond or my awareness of your pain?
I never shared a bond with Lisa, yet I knew she was frightened, and I
couldn't let her go. I hurt her, Catherine, and we were doing nothing --
nothing at all compared to this."
> "You were so young -- you both were. You say you knew she was frightened,
but did you really? You were both so unaware of what was happening, and it
happened so quickly. Things are different now."
> "Different? I thought I loved Lisa, but I never knew what love was until
I found you. My feelings for her were nothing to the sensations you inspire
in me. Yes, I'm no longer a naive adolescent, but I am inexperienced in
this, and my passion for you is so strong, so overwhelming. And I'm not a
boy any longer. My strength and size..." His voice cracked as he reached
the end of this painful disclosure. "What might I do if I lost control? If
I were to hurt you... It would kill me, Catherine. I just don't know if
it's worth it."
> "Don't say that! It is worth it! Please, Vincent, I don't want to go on
with this aching emptiness between us. No matter how much we share in the
bond, the absence of this would be unbearable. Have you forgotten so soon
how it's been these past two years? I know you've felt my desire for you --
I was never very good at hiding it, no matter how hard I tried. And even
though you kept the bond closed to me, I've always known how much you loved
me, how much you desired me. We love each other, Vincent. It's right that
we share our bodies as well as our hearts and souls. I want this so much,
and I know that you do, too. Please, can't we try?"
>
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