The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside.
Katherine couldn't help but feel restless, she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she glared up at Vincent, every nerve in her body on edge. He was close—too close—his scent, his heat, his presence consuming her.
"You can't keep letting her get inside your head," he said, voice low, dark, vibrating through her skin.
Katherine swallowed, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in her throat. "She knows me, Vincent," she whispered. "She knows my fears."
"I know you better."
He leaned in—hard—forcing her back, forcing her to feel just how much she was losing herself.
"Tell me," he murmured against her lips, his breath scalding. "Tell me you want me to stop."
Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She should push him away. She should demand space. But instead—
Instead, she pulled him closer.
Then it all collapsed.
The kiss wasn't soft. It was a wrecking ball, crashing through every last restraint. His hands were on her waist, gripping, pulling, dragging her against him until there was no space left between their bodies. She gasped, but the sound was lost when he devoured her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, stroking, claiming.
They moved—stumbling, pushing, breaking—as they tore at each other's clothes. Katherine's dress was ripped from her body, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with the pounding of rain against the windows.
Vincent's hands were everywhere—bruising her hips, grabbing her thighs, yanking her flush against him as they slammed into the nearest wall. A lamp crashed to the floor. Neither of them cared.
The tension in the room was unbearable, thick with desire and the chaos of their emotions, amplified by the storm outside. The flickering light from the nearby candles cast shadows over them, highlighting the rawness of the moment—the vulnerability in Katherine's expression, the control in Vincent's eyes.
Without warning, Vincent lifted her effortlessly, his muscles rippling under her hands as he moved with the grace of a predator, claiming her body, her attention, every inch of her. He pressed her against the cold surface of the dining table, the wooden edge digging into her back. But the discomfort was nothing compared to the overwhelming heat that consumed her in his presence.
He held her wrists, pinning them to the table, his gaze locking onto hers. His eyes were wild—part hunger, part tenderness. The intensity in them wasn't just about dominance; it was a promise—a promise that he would take care of her, protect her, and yet, give her everything she craved.
"Stay," he commanded, his voice deep and commanding, but the gentleness that underlined it made her heart race. She wanted to fight it, to rebel against the feeling of helplessness, but instead, she felt the pull of his dominance in every part of her being.
His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't move, Katherine," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Let me give you everything you need."
He didn't wait for an answer. His mouth descended on her neck, biting, sucking, marking her skin with his ownership. Katherine's breath hitched as the cold of the table beneath her contrasted with the heat of his body pressing against her from above.
Vincent's lips moved lower, lower still, until he was kneeling between her thighs, his fingers digging into her hips as he spread her open. Her breath caught in her throat as he took in the sight of her, his eyes dark with hunger. There was no hesitation in him—only determination. His tongue found her in one swift, with those hungry movement, his strokes deep, languid, and possessive.
Katherine's hands flew to his head, her fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him closer, desperate for more. She moaned, unable to hold back the sounds of her pleasure as his tongue worked her with an intensity that had her body trembling beneath him.
His hands slid up her legs, gripping her thighs, holding her in place, and she could feel the strength in his fingers, the control he had over every movement. It was as though he was guiding her, leading her to a place she couldn't escape, yet he was giving her the freedom to lose herself completely.
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice a low, rough rasp. "Let me hear you."
She gasped, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her, but she couldn't hold back. "Vincent," she breathed, her voice breaking as he pushed her closer to the edge, he slides in. His name felt like worship on her lips, a surrender to the power he held over her.
When she came undone, it was as though the entire room shattered with her, her body convulsing, her legs trembling as pleasure ripped through her. She cried out, unable to contain the sound as her back arched off the table, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
But Vincent didn't stop. He pulled away only briefly, his gaze dark and hungry, before he stood and flipped her over, his hands firm as he pressed her chest to the cold wood of the table. She gasped at the sudden change, her heart racing, her mind spinning with the raw intensity of what was happening.
"Stay with me," Vincent growled as he positioned himself behind her. His voice was demanding, but there was a tenderness there, a promise that he wouldn't let her go, that she was safe in his hands. "If you want me to stop, just say the word".
With one fluid motion, he thrust into her, hard, his body pressed against hers as he claimed her in one powerful, relentless movement. Katherine's breath hitched, and she moaned loudly, the sensation of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her in the most primal way, setting her body on fire.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixing with the storm's fury outside. The intensity of it, the rawness, the way Vincent moved with such control yet such tenderness, had Katherine on the edge again. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her fingers digging into the wood as he set a pace that was hard, unrelenting, but perfectly in tune with her body's response.
"Is this what you needed?" Vincent's voice was a harsh whisper against her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. His hand slid down to her hips, guiding her, controlling her movements, making sure she felt every inch of him.
"Yes," Katherine choked out, her voice breathless,"Y-yes—" she choked out, again, and again.
her body quaking under his touch. "More, Vincent, don't stop, please."
He groaned, the sound deep in his chest, as he drove into her harder, faster, his rhythm punishing, but there was a tenderness in the way he held her, in the way he made sure she felt every inch of him, every thrust, every kiss.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Say you want more."
"More…," she gasped, her body trembling as she surrendered completely to him.
The intensity between them continued to build, raw and unrelenting. Vincent's hands grasped her body, shifting her against him in a frenzy of movement. She moaned, lost in the storm they were creating. He flipped her over in one swift motion, her body still beneath him, legs hanging on each of his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to claim her fully.
His hands were firm on her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he thrust deeper, the room shaking with every movement. Then switched, his left hand, gripping her legs, anchoring her in place, while his right hand found its way to her breasts. He caressed them, fondling her right nipple, then moving to the left, teasing, stroking, making her gasp and moan louder with every touch.
Katherine's cries echoed through the room, her body writhing beneath his dominance. The sound of the vase on the table crashing to the floor signaled how close they were to losing control, the room quickly becoming a mess. Everything around them seemed to fade as they both chased after something far deeper than just physical pleasure.
The intensity of their connection only grew stronger. Vincent lifted her in one smooth motion, pulling her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, but the fire between them didn't waver. He hovered above her, their eyes locking as he slides into her again, his thrusts continued, each one driving her closer to madness. Katherine's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, helpless against the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
As he continued his relentless pace, Vincent's right hand moved up to her neck, his fingers wrapping around it in a way that was almost possessive. The weight of his hand was a constant reminder of his control over her, yet she felt nothing but trust as he continued to push her toward the edge.
She couldn't stop moaning, her body trembling beneath him. The helplessness of it—the way her voice broke with each gasp, each cry—was undeniable. "Don't stop, Vincent," she begged, her voice raw with need.
Vincent's gaze darkened, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he heard her plea. "Say it again," he ordered, his voice low, thick with desire.
Katherine could barely form words, her body writhing in response to the pleasure, but she managed to choke out, "Don't stop…"
His smile deepened, and his thrusts grew more forceful, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The world around them became a blur as they reached the final crescendo, their bodies trembling, entwined in a frenzy of passion.
And then, with a final, overwhelming moment, they both came undone. Their bodies locked in place, still as the storm outside raged on.
After a long, heavy breath, Vincent leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction and a hint of finality.
"I told you," he murmured, with a smile, "I know you better than she ever could."