[Warning: Note that this chapter is smut/snu snu. Skip to Chapter 2 for the beginning of the plot]

Katherine was showering and humming to herself when she heard banging on the door. "Lily, I need more time!" she screamed out, not knowing why the other had bothered to pound on the door when she knew that Kitty would be taking some time.

Kitty pouted as she wrapped the towel across her torso and went to the door to tell her off. She slowly creaked the door open and was about to speak when she saw dark eyes staring back at her, dilated and filled with want she had never imagined possible in his eyes for her.

Her hand on the door loosened and the other pushed the door open, entering the bathroom, and tightly closing the door behind him.

"I've been waiting for you," he said in a raspy voice, his eyes scanning over her dripping body.

"Cage," she gasped, not understanding what was happening. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the beautiful man in front of her, hunger deep in her stomach.

He pushed her by the shoulders, holding her flat against the wall within a second, his mouth on hers, stifling her squeal. She shook as his unsteady hands clawed at the towel, peeling it away from her body and throwing it to the other side of the bathroom.

It was evident from his movements that he wanted more. He craved her.

For the first time, she looked at what he was wearing: leather jacket, t-shirt and tightly fitted pants that cupped his ass perfectly. He looked delicious in the outfit. Her mouth became as dry as the Sahara desert as he leaned back down and entangled his hand with her hair and kissed her passionately.

"Let me fuck you," she heard him say. "Please, Katherine." Her name on his lips made her moan in pleasure. Never had she thought that such a day would come when she would hear this man saying her name in such a needy manner.

She surrendered, a pliable ball of need, all rationality and denial leaving her mind.

He was begging her. How could she deny him when he was begging her so?

Her hands travelled down his stomach, reaching the waistband, where she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the pant. She slid the pants a bit, hoping to guide his cock out. Her eyes widened as she saw his girth, winking at her, liquid already leaking from the tip.

She felt the undeniable urge to lean down and take him into her mouth. As if sensing her wishes, he grinned deviously and spoke in a low voice, "I want your pretty mouth wrapped around me."

She circled his girth firmly in her hands and found him following suit, hovering over her hand delicately. She looked up and saw his whole face awash with desire, his eyes boring into hers. He guided her to stroke his cock twice before he commanded, "Open."

She gave a quick lick over the slit at the tip, making a shudder escape him. She then stretched her lip over the head, trying to avoid grazing his skin with her teeth. It was a very difficult task. She proceeded anyway, trying to loosen her jaw, not wanting to scrape him too much. She managed to take a part of him in and almost gagged when she felt his hand at the back of her head, gently caressing it. He pushed at the back of her head, showing little pity. She sucked and twirled her tongue around her girth, trying to make this as pleasurable for him as she could. She scraped her teeth lightly over the vein, making sure to elicit a loud growl of approval.

She removed her mouth slowly, pouting as her jaw ached. "Ow," she mumbled as he chuckled and patted her head affectionately.

"You'll get used to it," he said as he pulled her up and made her face the wall. His hand fisted her hair and pulled her back. "Do you want me?" His eyes were feral. She tried to twist her body to get access to his, but he held her firmly. "Say it."

"Take me," she moaned, feeling his length grinding against her core.

She felt him press his member near her opening. She steadied herself, anticipating the giant intrusion. She felt his finger twirl around the opening slightly, before he pushed the tip in. She shuddered only to feel his hand soothe her tense muscles, going up and down the arch of her back.

He pressed in further, slowly and steadily, until his hips met hers. They let out a shuddering breath, finally connected. Without warning, he started to fuck her, his hands leaving her hair and moving to her hips, grabbing them firmly. He pulled her to him, balancing her whole body on his centre of gravity and slammed into her.

She pressed her hand against the wall, her hands rigid, lest she fall. He continued to pound her, the sound of flesh meeting and slapping loud in the room, accompanied by the animalistic sounds escaping their mouths.

He grunted as he put his hand at the back of her head, pulling her hair forcefully, so she raised her head up. His other hand left her waist and curled around her body, finding her clit and pressing tight circles on it.

As she came around him without warning, she felt his taut muscles rippling under her. He continued to pump his hips into hers forcefully, helping her ride out her orgasm, solely concentrating on chasing his own.

"Katherine?" it was his voice. She plopped to the floor like spaghetti. "Katherine?" she heard again, but this time the voice was different. She startled, looking around, and realized that she had fallen asleep in the bath and imagined movie star Cage Cavanaugh fucking her. She slapped herself once, reminding herself who she was and then got up.

The show was just about to start. Katherine wouldn't have a clue what hit her.