Secrets of a Roughwood (Vincent ValentineXOC) Romance

Chapter 19

**Sex Warning!!**

Authors Notes*

so I've struggled with this chapter, rewriting and editing to death, until finally I just got sick of it and decided to post...so... hope you enjoy *

Reece POV

The silence became thicker with every passing second in the mansion's foyer as I stared at Vincent in disbelief. I must have heard him wrong….

Did….

Did Vincent just tell me to ask him to show me…

What exactly?

…

I blinked as his eyes looked for my reply hidden beneath the mask I pretended to wear.

"...What… What do you mean?"

What did 'intimacy' mean to Vincent?

"Reece…."

His words came out in a whisper and I felt my back lightly hit the wall behind me as he slowly closed the space between us. His mouth was so close to mine I could taste his breath.

Rich, heavy bodied. Delicious with hints of an arboraceous scent.

Like a red, age old, fine wine.

It was intoxicating and I found myself struggling to breath.

"Ask me…I won't touch you until you ask me."

My eyes widened at the word 'touch'. Although I had known all along, I had let fear and doubt guide my actions, but now I knew for certain. Vincent wanted me. And not just to keep him company or help him raise our child, he WANTED me.

But I had to ask him.

I swallowed heavily and once again let fear take over before shutting my eyes to his perfect, beautiful stare.

"I umm… I…"

"I will not take from you without request..."

My eyes shot open at that. Take from me? Dear Gaia, he knew…. He knew that I was as innocent as one could get. My blush fumed my face in mortification and I felt tears prickle my eyes in my vulnerability. Vincent's brow furrowed and his fingertips traced my jaw with a feather light touch. Within the flames of heat and the rapid beat of our hearts, his voice became a deep hum, as gentle and silent as the wind, of reassurance.

A thought occurred to me. Even as ashamed and embarrassed as I was that he knew such a private thing about me, I knew that it made no difference. He knew I was a virgin and he still wanted me. Yuffie was wrong.

"Ask me."

Harsher this time.

Demanding an answer in his barely contained lust.

I struggled to find my voice and answer him.

"Ummmm.. can...will you…"

"Will I ..what?"

"Will you… Vincent, I...can't… I can't say it…." I buried my face in my shaking hands away from the intensity of it all for a few seconds before trying for a final time to voice my emotions, this time locking my eyes with his.

"I'm…. Afraid. Will you help me?...Please show me… I want to know what it feels like…. Vincent, make love to me please."

The last sentence was whispered, but heard all the same and I barely let out a whimper in continuing my plea before his lips crashed into mine.