Eric Coulter Imagines

What If: A Terrifying Side of Him (Bonus)

As the intensity of the moment simmered down, Eric's grip on Y/N's waist tightened briefly before he pulled back, his gaze hard and commanding, though the flicker of something darker and more possessive lingered.

"We should leave. Now," Eric muttered, his voice low, edged with command.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, catching her breath but still managing a smirk. "Demanding as ever, I see."

Eric didn't bother with a response, his sharp eyes flicking toward the exit before he grabbed her wrist, not bothering to ask. The way his hand gripped her wrist, firm and possessive, made it clear—he expected her to follow, and Y/N did, her pulse quickening as the tension hung heavy between them.

They moved through the corridors quickly, Eric's stride purposeful, and Y/N had to push back a smile. There was something thrilling about how Eric always seemed in control, but at the same time, she knew she was the only one who could make him break that control. A few Dauntless members looked up as they passed, but none dared question them. They'd seen enough of Eric to know better.

When they reached his quarters, Eric wasted no time shutting the door behind them with a quiet thud. He turned, leaning back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied her, his eyes dark with something dangerous, yet teasing.

"You always this much trouble?" he asked, his voice low, almost playful, though the edge of authority never left his tone.

Y/N smirked, taking a step toward him, her flowy black dress swaying slightly with her movement. "Takes one to know one."

Eric pushed off the door in one smooth movement, crossing the space between them in an instant. His hand slipped back around her waist, fingers brushing the exposed skin at her sides where the dress cut away, deliberate and slow. "I don't mind a little trouble," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N's breath hitched, but she kept her composure, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "You'd better keep up then."

Eric's smirk deepened, his other hand moving to the back of her neck as he pulled her into a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were demanding, his grip firm as if reminding her that, for now, he was the one in control. But Y/N responded with equal fire, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Eric chuckled against her lips, his hand sliding from her waist to her lower back, brushing against the bare skin beneath the fabric of her dress. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, breathless but not backing down. "You talk a lot for someone who thinks he's in charge."

Eric's grin widened, dark and arrogant. "I don't think I'm in charge. I know I am."

He pushed her back against the wall, his lips moving down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Y/N's breath caught as his hands gripped her waist with more force, his touch possessive yet teasing, as if he was testing just how far she'd let him go.

"See," he murmured, his lips brushing the edge of her ear, "I get what I want."

Y/N couldn't suppress the smirk that tugged at her lips. "Maybe I'm just letting you think that."

Eric pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that what you think?"

Without waiting for a reply, he kissed her again, harder this time, his hands moving with a purpose that left no room for question. Y/N's head spun, the heat between them building with every touch, every teasing comment. Eric's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her flush against him as his lips trailed back down to her collarbone.

Y/N's breath quickened, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, feeling the tension in his muscles as he moved. "You're not fooling anyone," she whispered, her voice laced with challenge.

Eric's hands moved lower, teasing the edge of her dress where it exposed her skin, before gripping her hips with a possessive hold. His lips brushed against her ear again, his voice low and rough. "Neither are you."