“Yes.”
“What are they about?”
Sam shifted slightly, averting her gaze from him. “Just, uh, stuff.”
“Tell me, love… What do you see? What do you smell? What do you feel?”
Sam hesitated, then looked up at him, heaving a quick breath before answering. “You. It’s always you.”
They looked at each other for what felt like the longest of moments before Sam asked, “What about you? What do you dream about?”
Vincent closed the space between them, bringing himself within inches of Sam as he reached out to touch her face gently, brushing a few stray hairs back from her cheek. “What do I dream about? This.” He leaned toward her, bringing his lips close to hers, pausing just long enough to moisten them before pressing them against her own.
His kiss was soft, different from the others they had shared, and involuntarily the word benediction passed through Sam’s mind as she responded softly in kind. Her olfactory senses were engulfed with him, the mint and the maleness, and she felt that she might swoon in a moment as she felt the need to breathe overwhelming her. The taste of his lips stimulated her memory, and the intensity and feeling of their last encounter came rushing back like a tidal wave. Sam felt she might drown in it, but suddenly Vincent broke the kiss, and Sam gasped softly before looking up into his eyes.
Vincent’s eyes were dark and soft as they looked at her, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he gently brushed her bangs back from her face. His hands drifted down to cup her cheeks, his thumb gently rubbing the apple of her left cheek as his eyes drifted lower. He licked his own lips, a small movement that made Sam shiver slightly in anticipation. She noticed a sudden flash of fire in his eyes, his breath quickening as he leaned in again to capture her lips.
This kiss was more intense, more urgent. Vincent pulled her closer to him, the heat of his body becoming a fresh wave threatening to engulf her, or at the very least incinerate his tee shirt. Sam quickly moved her hands down his chest and pulled at the edge of the shirt, her fingers brushing against his stomach, her sensitive fingertips absorbing the warmth of his skin, her body jolting in response to the softness of his skin, the texture of the hair there.
Their lips parted for a moment while Vincent quickly pulled his shirt off over his head, an errant curl falling over his forehead as the movement mussed his hair. Sam quickly shrugged off her robe, allowing it to drop to the floor, and the two quickly came back together, the kiss more intense now as Vincent clutched her close to his chest, his hands traveling up her back, all strength and gentleness as his fingertips played with the fabric of her thin nightgown.
Vincent’s hands slowly slid back down again until they reached the edge of her nightgown, then just as slowly, achingly slowly, pulled the nightgown up, breaking the kiss for only a moment as he slid it up over her head, leaving Sam in only her panties.
Sam suddenly felt shy as she watched Vincent stare at her, his eyes still dark, still soft and full of… well, there was lust there to be sure, but something else, too… something Sam hadn’t expected. A tenderness… an affection… Vincent knelt in front of her, his hands holding her gently at the hips. He was still for a moment, his eyes roaming over her as his thumbs slowly moved back and forth over her hip bones. Little adrenalin butterflies were filling her stomach, and Sam felt the goosebumps raising on her arms and legs, partly in response to his touch, also because of the chill of standing there in the living room nearly naked.
Vincent leaned forward his forehead resting against her stomach, and he sighed.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” His voice was quiet, but clear. The feeling of his skin pressed against her, even if it was just his hands and his forehead, was utterly intoxicating. He looked up at her, his mouth tantalizingly close to her breasts as it had been the other night, and Sam could feel the pressure beginning to build inside her. She shivered slightly, a small whimper making its way out as she did.
“Fuck,” Vincent cursed under his breath, that same breath coming more quickly as his hands stopped their gentle ministrations, instead gripping her hips more firmly. Sam acquiesced, allowing him to pull her to him, and then to the floor. Their lips met again as he gently pulled her into his lap, clutching her to him, her breasts pressed against his bare chest.
“Vincent?” Sam whispered against his lips.
He paused just long enough to ask, “What’s the matter, love?,” then returned to kissing her, his lips moving along her cheek and jaw to her neck. Sam shifted slightly, the stiffness of the floorboards momentarily distracting her from another obvious stiffness pressing against her leg.
“You know… I have… a bed, right?”
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Kissing is arguably the most erotic thing in the world, not just because it is the expected prelude to the most intimate of acts, but everything surrounding it was designed to heighten the senses, tune them to the same wavelength as your partner. The feeling of lips pressed against lips, flushed and moist… the give and take of pressure ebbing and flowing as the lips moved together… the taste, heady and hormonal… the sound of lips, coming together and parting, one mouth opening to another, sensual and wet… the feel of breath, hot and rapid, the hint of unspoken words floating from one partner to the other…
They’d made it to the bed. As soon as Sam had mentioned her bed, Vincent had swept her up and carried her in, gently laying her down on the bed before he divested himself of his boots, jeans, and underwear. He stood there for a moment, then nervously rubbed the back of his neck, as if Sam’s frank gaze at his nakedness was making him embarrassed. Yep, he was blushing…
Sam sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed near him. She reached out and took both of his hands, pulling him closer as she stood up. Placing his hands on her hips again, she waited a moment for him to take the initiative, then wiggled her hips slightly.
“Well?”
“Well.”
Sam smiled. “Are you going to take them off, or do I have to do it?”
Vincent chuckled even as he moved his fingers into the waist band of her panties, and with one movement slipped them down off of her hips. Sam wiggled again, letting them slide down her legs to the floor. The moment they hit the floor, Vincent leaned in again quickly, his hand gently brushing her cheek as he kissed her. His other hand moved around her back, and he pulled her closer to him as Sam’s own hands made their way around his waist, inched slowly up his back, and settled near his shoulders.
Vincent thought he might just have a heart attack if it beat any harder. He felt almost breathless with the effect of kissing Sam, touching her… and yet all he could think about was touching her more, everywhere, anywhere, crawling inside of her with his very being and staying there, warm and wanted, forever. He turned them slightly, improving his access to the bed, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. The kiss broke and Sam remained standing for a moment, her eyes lowered demurely. Vincent chuckled to himself… the two of them and their wildness, and here they were shy in front of each other. But there would be no surprises or disappointments tonight… He’d seen her six months ago, albeit recently changed and a bit bloody, but still the sight of her form had been enough to set his blood on fire. And for his part… well, it had been obvious in the rapid change in her adrenalin and heartbeat that Sam had liked what she saw when he stripped.
Vincent reached out a hand to her, and she quickly took it, stepping forward into the space between his legs and bringing her arms around his shoulders. Vincent buried his face in her chest, his five-o’clock shadow scraping along the curve of her breasts. He felt her shiver lightly in his arms, and gripped her tightly to him as he leaned back on the bed, bringing her with him. The movement changed their positions somewhat, and Vincent found his face missing the wonderfully soft and silky resting place they had enjoyed moments ago. Sam’s head had shifted south and her cheek was now resting on his chest, the corner of her mouth sweeping gentle kisses. Her mouth briefly brushed his nipple and Vincent hea
ved a ragged sigh. Sam raised her head, her chin resting on his chest now as she looked up at him… and smiled. Vincent parted his lips slightly, inhaling deeply and letting the heady scent of her body wash over him, through him… the faint scent of her shampoo, her perfume, her sex, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made him feel drunk. He carefully pulled her up and on top of him, his lips meeting hers tenderly as his hands moved down her body, one gripping her hips while the other dipped between her legs. Vincent gently touched her, exploring her, and Sam’s moans increased in frequency and volume as he did. He kissed her, his lips matching the movements of his fingers against her, and Sam whimpered, her body shaking softly as she sighed.
Slowly they rolled over, Vincent carefully settle himself against her, on top of her. He leaned in close, his eyes meeting hers as he focused on the rhythm of her breathing, her skin gently touching, then retreating from, his as she breathed. He leaned in closer, his breath bouncing back to him from her skin, warm and wet. Vincent’s nose brushed along her, a very wolf-like nuzzle that made her smile against his lips as his mouth found hers once more. He felt her tongue moving against his lips, his tongue and he could feel the pressure building within him. He moved against her and immediately Sam shifted slightly beneath him, her legs coming up around him and holding him against her.
“Vincent…” She was panting, her body squirming beneath him. Vincent nodded, kissing her again gently, then firmly as she guided him inside her.
Jesus, God…thought Vincent, groaning in unison with Sam as they settled together. He brushed her hair back from her forehead, kissing her gently at the corner of her mouth. “Are you alright?”
Sam’s response was physical, scooping her hips toward him in a move that demonstrated very clearly she was not only perfectly alright, but she was very eager to continue.
Vincent moved… each scoop of his own hips precise… deep… measured… thorough.... She was moaning, the soft sound growing more intense as they continued moving together. And it most definitely was together, Vincent noted as he rested his forehead against hers. He slowed his pace a bit, savoring the delicious feeling of the air cooling his skin. They were both sweating, the smell of their scents mingling together in a heady mixture.
Vincent varied his pace slightly and Sam moaned his name in response, pulling him closer to her. Vincent growled, a low sound in his chest, and began to move faster. Their breathing was nearly in sync, and more like gasps now as the two moved as one, coming ever closer to their release.
Sam could feel the tension in Vincent’s body, a tension matching her own. Their eyes met, and Vincent leaned in, resting his forehead against hers again, his voice catching as he whispered to her… It was quick and run together… moanamcara… sounded like Irish or something… but whatever it was, it stirred something in her as he said it. Sam felt herself succumbing to the waves of pleasure beginning to crash through her body, and she cried out as they intensified. The sound of her cry was enough to send Vincent over the edge as well, their synchronized movements becoming slower and more pronounced as they rode the blissful wave.
Vincent relaxed onto her, nuzzling in beside her, his mouth near her ear as he whispered between gasps. “You… all right?”
“Mm-hmm. You?”
“I have… no words…” He grinned, a deep chesty laugh welling up as he nuzzled the spot where her cheek and jaw met her neck. Vincent held her close as he rolled backward and onto his side, pulling her along and tucking her in beside him. Sam snuggled in, relishing the feel of his moist skin, the heat emanating from his body, the heady smell of sweat and pheromones filling the air around them. Vincent’s hand drifted down along her back, his fingertips sliding delicately over her spine until they stopped at the base of her spine. Sam shivered and nestled in closer to his side.
“Are you cold, love?”
Sam shook her head, “Nah... my nerves are just blissing out.”
Vincent chuckled again. He sat up slightly, bringing Sam along as he did so. Sam joined his laughter as they leaned forward together and Vincent struggled to reach for the comforter. It took two lunges before he captured the corner and pulled the downy covering back with them. They fell back on the bed together, both laughing as Vincent tucked the comforter around her, then himself.
Sam sighed contentedly. It was so warm and soft and comfortable, the heat from their bodies warming the blankets and sheets up to a toasty state. She was tired, and not just from their exertions, so it didn’t surprise her at all that her eyes drifted closed moments later, the sound of Vincent’s heartbeat the last thing she heard and felt before her boneless limbs succumbed to sleep.
Chapter 30
Chrystie Street, near Delancey
The Bowery
Daylight streamed through the partially-closed blinds, streaming onto the bed where Sam lay… alone. She stirred slightly, stretching luxuriously in the bed before her eyelids fluttered open. It was quiet… and a bit cold. Sam looked over at the other side of the bed and found it… empty. For a split-second, Sam felt a wave of panic wash over her… then she smelled it, the warm, wonderful scent calling to her from the kitchen…
Breakfast sausage.
Sam jumped out of bed, slipping her robe on and tying it up as she padded to the kitchen. She could pick out more scents as she walked… fresh tomatoes, hash browns, toast, coffee… She peeked around the corner, watching the chef in action. Vincent was steadily stirring in one of the frying pans, the flash of fluffy yellow telling Sam it was scrambled eggs even before she picked out the scent. He was partially dressed, his jeans pulled on, but his chest was bare, tattoos and muscles on full display. Sam felt her stomach knot up, the need for him almost as strong as her need for food. She felt her stomach growl low.
“Hungry, love?” He glanced at her over his shoulder, the movement of his hair revealing the edge of another tattoo on the back of his neck, one Sam hadn’t noticed before. Making a mental note to get a closer look when she could, Sam returned his grin as she nodded.
“Absolutely.” She took a deep breath, enjoying the smells of a big breakfast as she walked into the kitchen, stepping up behind Vincent and slipping her hands around his waist as he cooked. “I had no idea you were so domestic.”
“I’m not. But I am hungry.” Vincent looked back at her again. “When one is hungry, one cooks.” He winked and leaned in to kiss her quickly before returning to his eggs. “The coffee is fresh.”
“Yay!” Sam gave him a final squeeze around the waist, then made a beeline for the coffee pot.
Sam poured a large cup of coffee, enjoying the warmth of the steam on her face as she leaned over to indulge in its delicious smell. Beside her, the toaster popped and Vincent quickly grabbed the slices out and tossed them on a plate, shaking his fingers to cool them as he started buttering the hot toast.
Moments later, coffees poured, food plated up, the two sat down at the kitchen table. Sam dug in right away, getting bites of everything on her plate in quick succession. She was chewing along as she looked up… and found Vincent staring at her, a little smirk taking up residence in the corner of his mouth. “What?”
Vincent grinned broadly and shook his head. “Not a thing, darlin’. Not a thing.” He grabbed his own fork and started in on the eggs. They ate in silence for a few minutes, until Sam came up for air, taking a moment to sip her coffee.
“Vincent, something I’ve wondered…”
Vincent looked at her, his expression curious, and he swallowed what was in his mouth before answering. “What have you wondered?”
“Since you were infected… Was last night, I mean, have you…?” Vincent frowned thoughtfully, clearly trying to understand what she was asking him. Sam sighed and took another sip of coffee before continuing. “Have you really been… alone…for ten years?”
“Oh.” Vincent chuckled, and took a quick sip of his coffee. He shrugged. “It wasn’t really a conscious choice. I moved around a lot, and I didn’t really understand what risks I posed, i
nfectious risks, risk of violence… I was quite… volatile… for a long time.”
“So… this is safe for you.”
“Yes. But not how you mean.” He took another sip of coffee before he continued. “I obviously could never infect you, but it’s… more than that. I mean, the fact that you’re a werewolf as well has nothing to do with my wanting you. I wanted you before you were infected.”
Now it was Sam’s turn to frown. “Before? How is that possible? I was already infected when we met. Granted, it had just happened, but…”
Vincent suddenly looked…nervous. “I saw you… a month before that.” His eyes met hers and held them as he spoke. “I saw you the night you fell from the bridge.”
Sam felt her mouth literally fall open at these words. “You were there?”
Vincent nodded. “I had just gotten to New York, literally straight from the airport. I was smoking a cigarette when a man ran by me…”
“Franco.”
“Yeah. And then moments later… you ran by… All I really got was your scent, I didn’t see your face… but your scent…” Vincent paused, closing his eyes and seeming to relive the moment as he scented her.
“Do I smell the same? Even now?”
Vincent opened his eyes, his gaze soft as he looked at her. “Yes.” He scented her again, and smiled. “And better than that… Because now it’s not just you, it’s us.”
Sam giggled at that, but her smile faded quickly as the import of what he’d said before hit home. Vincent had been there that night, at the bridge when she fell. Sam swallowed hard, then quietly asked, “Were you there…when I fell?”
Vincent’s smile faded as well, and he nodded. “Yes. I saw.” He took a deep breath. “I actually tried to…” He lowered his head, emotion taking him over for a moment. Sam frowned, puzzled… and then realization dawned.
“Peppermint… I remember… You tried to break my fall.”
Vincent sniffed as he chuckled. “I didn’t do a very good job. Your back was broken.”
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