Dauntless Desires

13

Authors Note
This chapter contains very heavy sexual content and language.
Reader discretion is advised.
I do not own divergent or any of the characters.

Tris fought against her restraints. Helpless. She couldn't get free. She really didn't want to. His words, 'Trust me', rattled around in her head and made her quiver inside. She wasn't sure what a man like him was capable of behind closed doors. She had only seen the man he wanted her to see, cold and unapproachable. Driven and heartless. But, earlier that morning, when they'd had sex, she saw his other side. The passionate, loving Eric, who showed himself in the bliss they brought on when they came together in abandoned lust.

Eric started to move against her, his hands rubbing up her body.

"You are so beautiful, Tris," he breathed.

Tris stopped trying to move. Perhaps this had always been her fantasy. Deep, deep down she'd always imagined being taken and ravished by Eric. All those times she'd despised him, she felt an undeniable attraction for the man that he was, handsome, forbidding and filled with power.

Now, it was out. The secret truth. She really did want him all along. And it had been obvious to the outside world how much she had wanted this.

His roaming hands reached closer to the waistband of her shorts and Tris couldn't keep from squirming waiting in anticipation for what he would do next. He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband and started pulling them down her legs, never taking his eyes off of her.

Now she lay naked beneath him, completely exposed but comfortable with him.

Eric let his hands rub her breasts, his fingers lingering on a nipple and pulling it roughly. Tris whimpered. He paused and looked into her eyes, as if to ask, 'Did you enjoy that'? He tugged again, harder this time. Tris moaned in protest, but she was into this. And she knew he could tell.

"Please," Tris pleaded."

"Please what, Tris? You know what we both want. And you're not going to stop me, are you?" he asked leisurely, though there was a steel edge to his words.

Her head moved in agreement. "Please, Eric. I want you."

He smiled, and then leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. She was filled with tremors. He sucked her hard tip and flicked it with his tongue. He groaned and Tris couldn't breathe from how much the pleasure he made her feel with just his mouth covering her nipple. His hand cupped her sex, and then started to move up and down, pushing past her lips to her very core.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Tris," he whispered low into her breast.

She let a loud moan escape her lips, lust rising up inside her. Eric talking dirty to her like that had the craziest effect on her brain, which already felt ready to implode. She liked how the crude words sounded on his lips, in that deep voice of his. His two fingers pushed into her hot, wet center and began to pump in and out mercilessly. She let out a helpless cry as she got wetter and wetter. His thumb brushed her clit and she bucked her hips towards him for more.

Eric's lips released her nipple and he straightened up to look into her eyes. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth. His hand moved in a blur as he finger fucked her harder until the gushing sounds of her soaked pussy filled the air. He rubbed her clit at the same time and Tris couldn't hold back her moans.