One moment they were standing in her shop kissing over the counter, the next they were stumbling through the corridor of her apartment building. Kissing between smiles, while pulling and pushing on each other. Katharina was pulling on his shirt, so he followed her to the door, while Pierre pushed her against it, as she had turned around to unlock it, her keys in hand, while Pierre held onto her hips while kissing her neck from behind, his other hand gathering her hair in his fist to guarantee his free accesses to her neck.

Leaning her forehead against the door while enjoying the feeling of Pierre's body on her own, the Frenchman reached around her neck with the hand that had gathered her long golden locks, before using his thumb and pointer to move her head to the side, so he had a free view of the curve of her neck, before kissing her right below her earlobe.

Leaning back against Pierre, Katharina finally unlocked the door with shaky hands, before they stumbled inside together, never losing the touch of each other's hands on their body. Looking over her shoulder, she threw the keys on the cupboard in the wardrobe, before Pierre kicked the door shut behind them and coughed her hand in his before she could hurry on to the bedroom. He had dreamed about this moment for so long, he wanted to savour every moment of it.

Pulling her back, Katharina turned around to face him, a smile on her lips, as he buried his free hand in her hair before kissing her deeply again. The joyous and gentle kisses from before had turned into something different. There was so much desire between the two of them as if they'd found water after stumbling through the desert for forty days, as if they could finally draw a breath into their lungs again after their heads had come through the surface, no longer drowning. The kisses deep and demanding as their tongues danced together.

Pierre didn't care who won, or that one of the framed pictures fell to the floor after he had pressed her against it and neither did Katharina. Moving back for a moment, it made Pierre's heart race how she reached for him, how she followed, before he pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her hair a mess, but there was no point fixing it and they both knew it. Katharina had moved forward, to kiss him again, her hands on his chest, but Pierre pulled his head back.

"Let me look at you." He whispered preachy despite the smile on his lips into the air they shared between them, both drawing in shallowly.

"You can look later as much as you want, bed now!" She demanded causing Pierre to grin, before pulling his own shirt over his head and throwing it over his shoulder carelessly, causing her eyes to get stuck on his chest, her hands finding the muscles there instantly, while Pierre dove down for another kiss.

"Look later." He mumbled against her lips as he noticed that her eyes found his chest and abs now and then again between kisses while he had tried to open their jeans at the same time clumsily.

"It's not my fault. I want to build them from chocolate, so I can bite into it." She muttered before opening her jeans herself.

"I will let you bite me, no need for chocolate." His sudden words caused her to look up, only for Pierre to reach around her neck only to pull her hair ruffly so she was looking up at him. He looked into her witty green eyes for a moment only to reach down around her hip and lift her up as if she weighs nothing at all, causing her to sling her arms around Pierre's neck a squeal of surprise leaving her lips.

Directing him where to go, Pierre was fast to drop her on top of her blanket before climbing over her on all four, only to straddle her hips while opening her jeans. Katharina reached down but Pierre swatted her hand away.

"If you don't behave, I will need to bound you to the bed." He told her, kissing up her belly while he pulled her jeans down, her sneakers and socks with it, leaving her in only her underwear.

"Please do." Katharina moaned, as Pierre came back up and planted a kiss on her breastbone, her hands finding his hair easily, to hold onto him.

"Patience, mon amour." Moving back to kneel on the bed, she followed his movements, never breaking the kiss she had just given him, even as he got up from the bed. She simply crawled towards him on all four before raising herself to kneel on the bed. Kissing, touching while he opened his jeans. Pierre let out a relieved sound as the harsh fabric of the jeans stopped rubbing against his hard cock.

Katharina smirked at him, before reaching down, her tiny and talented hand around his hard and still clothed dick which caused him to moan again. Using the upper hand, she suddenly had, she pulled him to come with her as she moved up on the bed, only for Pierre, to drop his weight on her and bury his face in her neck.

He couldn't come from just that little. They hadn't done anything, but she was so hot, and it had been so long since he wanted a woman as he wanted her if ever, so he did the only thing he could think of, as he calmed down enough to lift himself from her again. Looking down at Katharina, she didn't seem angry or startled, that he had dropped onto her like that, no she simply had buried her hands in his hair and started to suck a hickey into the sensitive skin of his neck.

Sitting back to straddle her around her thins, Pierre let his hands wander over her sensitive skin, before he pushed the fabric of her panties to the side, to push two fingers inside her, smirking at the groan that left her while Pierre was proud of himself for how wet she was for him.

"You're dripping." He muttered proudly before diving down to kiss down from her belly button to the fabric of her panties, causing her to throw a handout, catching in Pierre's hair again while her other hand fisted the sheets. He must be doing something very right, according to her muttering his name as if she was praising him. Something he had nothing against.

"When was the last time?" Pierre muttered unable to leave the jealous tone out of his voice, but what he really wanted to know, how gentle he had to be with her. Under no circumstances did he want to hurt Katharina. Not his Cinderella.

"Yesterday, with my husband." She murmured as Pierre curved his fingers, her back arched back a bit, eyes closed which caused Pierre to stop.

"Oh, Pierre. No." Katharina said while propping herself up on her elbows, the feeling of Pierre's fingers leaving her causing her to make a sound in protest. Bending over to be in front of him, the hand which was buried in his hair moved to cup his cheek before kissing him sweetly.

"No. I was joking. I'm single." She explained, her tease going the wrong way. Never in her life again did she want to see such a shattered expression on the Frenchman's face. It wasn't her intention to hurt him. She just wanted to make him smirk so sexily at her once more.

"No, you are not," Pierre growled, as he reached out his hand and ruffly pushed her to lie down on her back again. His hand around her throat.

"Not any longer." He whispered possessively, next to her ear while leaning over her, before biting her earlobe.

With a swift movement, he unclasped her bra, causing her to move out of the straps and throw it from the bed, Pierre's hand around her throat the whole time as he watched her satisfied with her action.

Pierre moved back to kneel over her again, his lips brushing her body from her chin down her chest, his hand still around her throat as he finally straightened up.

"And eyes are on me, understood?" He told her, his gaze hard on her for a few moments, until he was satisfied before he climbed off of her only to remove his boxershorts finally, causing her to sit up, reaching out to touch his cock, but Pierre was fast to catch her hand and bring it together with her other one before he lifted them over her head, where he held them against the bedframe.

"No, you weren't good. I will have my way with you now and maybe later I will allow you to touch me." He told her causing Katharina to give him a conflicted look. She wanted to touch him so baldly.

"Pierre, come on." She muttered, causing him to smirk, before telling her to behave once more.

Looking around to find something to chain her hands to it. Pierre was fast to find a phone charger which would do for now. Pulling the cable tight around her wrists, Katharina let out a little hiss, causing Pierre to bend down his head to kiss her wrist in apology.

From then on, Pierre took his sweet time torturing her. His fingers on her clit, rubbing and massaging, licking. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower but once she came too close to her release, he stopped and watched as it ebbed away again, listening to the sweet moans and groan she presented him with. Pierre watched her squirm under him shamelessly.

"Pierre." She said in a warning tone. "Fuck me, please I need you." Causing Pierre to grin up at her from where he was lounging between her legs, his lips brushing over the soft skin of her inner thin while he watched her chest rise and her back arch. She was beautiful in every way, a work of art. He never wanted to let her go. Keep her like this forever. Naked, desperate and ready for him.

"Do it or I do it myself." Katharina pressed out between her teeth, her eyes on Pierre as he had ordered her, but her head had rolled onto her left shoulder some time ago, exhausted, on edge and needy all the same.

Leaving his newfound favourite place between her legs, he crawled up her body, stone hard and he was sure she had been giving him blue balls for quite a while now. But Pierre wanted to play with her so badly, it took all of his patience to not make her his, even before they had entered the apartment.

"You will never have to do it yourself," Pierre told her, holding his gaze as he finally pushed in, which caused both of them to moan deeply. Katharina desperately wanted to touch him, to hold onto him, to bury her hands in his hair, but all she could do was hold onto her bedframe, as Pierre fucked her so hard and deep, that he was shoving the bed repeatedly into the wall behind them.

They were kissing again, but it was sloppy until it was just their mouths against each other while they breathed and moaned, eyes closed. Pierre was holding onto her hips, sure that his fingers must leave marks, but he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Katharina." He moaned hoarsely while she pushed her nose to the side of his neck, trying to hold on a little bit longer, but the fight was a lost cause, she was losing and as Pierre moved one hand from her hip to her clit she was tumbling over the edge. Katharina moaned high in her throat, as she grew oversensitive, but she let Pierre take what he needed, clenching around him to make him catch his orgasm as well.

Burring his nose against whatever he could reach of her face Katharina moved her hips even though her own orgasm was about to ebb away, but she wanted Pierre to ride it out, what he did, before collapsing on top of her.

His arms were around her upper back, head resting on her chest as they tried to catch their breath, before he reached up to untie her, causing Katharina to reach around her wrists to rub them gently before Pierre offered his own hand for her to show him her wrist.

"Have I hurt you?" Pierre wanted to know, causing her to shake her head as much as she could with how tired she was, watching Pierre kiss her wrist through tired eyes.

Even a few hours later, after they had showered together Pierre was still awake with Katharina sleeping soundly in his arms as the rain pounded against the closed window. The Frenchman understood her tiredness after the second round and a third in the shower, she was knackered, but he couldn't sleep, not yet, too afraid to lose what he had just got back.

Her head rested on his chest, her arm thrown over his body, holding onto him and their legs intervened. He couldn't stop the smile to bloom on his lips as she let out a tiny content breath. Her plum lips were a shade of rose he had never before seen, her long lashes casting shadows onto her freckled cheeks. Reaching out, Pierre let his fingertips gently brush over the slope over her perfectly shaped nose, before brushing over her forehead only to burry his hand in her hair again, before pulling her even closer.

"Pierre," Katharina mumbled, her eyes closed and her body in perfect stillness. "Go to sleep." She added, causing Pierre to grin at her.

He couldn't believe he had found her. She was here in his arms after so long. He finally got to hold her and give the booklet back. He had pulled it from his pocket after finding his jeans after their second round to officially hand it back. It now rested on the end of the bed on the right side, Katharina's side but she had moved fully over to him, giving the booklet nearly half the bed where it now lay forgotten between puffy white sheets.

The last time he saw before closing his eyes was their necklaces, a silver and a golden chain intervened at their charms. Two crosses. Resting on his chest.