It didn't take much to get Eric going. In fact, it didn't take anything at all. A few grinds against me, sly kisses on the neck and before I knew it, there was a definite tent in his trousers.

He has broken the news that I already knew: perhaps the SP Serum has manipulated me in some way. I am letting Eric do this to me. I am letting the serum get into my bloodstream again and again, but somehow I do not want it to go anywhere else. I want this. I need this.

I watch his brow furrow as he starts to tug off my pants. He has already propped me onto the idle table that has occupied this room. One of his hands supports my back as his other calloused one struggles with the tight fabric I was given. Some veins start rising among his fingers as he clenches his fist.

I look back at his face. He wears the same expression he did when he shot all of those innocent Candors.

Once my pants are off and forgotten, he doesn't bother with my shirt. He simply stares at it, as if wondering what the hell it is doing on my body.

"I'm a virgin," I blurt out. Eric finds his smirk again and trails one hand down my neck.

"I know," he replies. A gasp escapes my lips when he pinches my earlobe with his manly fingers, "I can't promise I will go easy on you, though."

How did I know that he was going to say that? It doesn't take me long to decide that I don't care.

Finally, his lips find mine. My arms are the only thing keeping me in a sitting up position. He kisses with so much force that the brittle bones threaten to snap. The growl in his throat startles me. I always need to remind myself: he is a murderer he is a murderer he is a murderer. He was put into a prison outside of Chicago. He was put into an experimentation prison because he is that bad. No normal killer would have to go here. He did. He is dangerous.

I kiss him back weakly, pending on whether I should grip the back of his head. I do. I grip it with two hands, putting myself into a position where he could easily crush me with his body on the table. I hold onto him but he never moves down. He wants me like this.

His tattooed arms snake around my middle. They are gone before they even settled. Cold air hits my sensitive skin when he yanks off my underwear. I gasp.

"How did Four ever resist you?" his mouth is back to my neck. Sucking, biting a licking. I giggle because it tickles.

My laughter slowly dies out when one of his fingers slides into me. It feels big. And rough. I open my eyes, realizing that he is studying my expression. He looks serious.

I wince when his second finger finds its way into me. That causes him to smile.

"So tight," he whispers.

Eric starts pumping them in and out at a steady pace. After about ten seconds it starts to sting. Evidently, he notices and pulls them out. I nearly ask him what he is going to do now but then all my questions are answered when he lowers his face down to my region. My heartbeat jumps out of my chest for a second.

All my insecurities disappear when he thrusts his tongue into my core shamelessly. I collapse onto the table and arch my back. For some reason I cannot keep my eyes closed. I stare at the ceiling until he grips one of my hips. That is when I glance down and notice how tattooed his skin actually is. Until now I thought that he had more piercings than tattoos.

An involuntary cry runs through me when his mouth starts sucking on my clit. The great thing about this is that he is not gentle at all. The even greater thing is that I like it.

Shots of sparks rush down my stomach. This is a new feeling. It never felt so good in my life. Nothing did.

The hairs on my arms stick up like soldiers. But Eric pulls away before I even have the time to experience this feeling. This thing people get when having sex. I think Christina called it an orgasm.

"Goose bumps," he whispers, pulling me up into a sitting position again. I follow his gaze down to my legs. There are indeed goose bumps. I am not even cold.

He unzips his pants and reaches into his boxers, pulling out an impressive manhood. The tip is slightly pink and glistens with pre-cum that managed to squirt out and coat his head. The shaft is thick. And veins run along it just like they do on his hand. From then onwards, I am unable to see it anymore because he starts to stroke his length up and down.

I gasp when he grabs my hair and makes me look at him.

"You ready for this?"

"I am," but am I?

His pants drop down to his knees when he pulls my ass off the table. I do my best to sit up, but when the edge of the table digs into my tail bone, I allow myself to lay down. Eric picks me back up in a heartbeat. And this time I am completely off the table. With my limbs wrapped around his muscular body, he slides himself in.

At first, I expect the pain to leave me disabled. However, once he moves himself out and pushes back in, everything subsides.

My eyes are levelled with his. I do not hesitate before angling my fingers in his hair. He kisses me again, and this time I feel exactly how painful a stubble like that should be. The sharp hairs scratch along my jawline and down my neck when he kisses me there. I start moaning in pure bliss.

He stays quiet.

Eric's fingers threaten to leave bruises where he is holding me. I feel my core tightening around his member as he continues to move in and out of me.

The metal table finds my skin again but this time, Eric keeps me sat straight as he thrusts. I find myself staring at his chest when I have found my ground. He was using all of his strength to keep his eyes on me a second ago.

Suddenly, his thrusts become more urgent and harsh. Nothing is painful though. Actually, it becomes more amazing.

I feel his warm hands run up my back before the feeling of his nails digging into my skin replaces it.

"Fuck, Tris. I want to keep you," he growls against my ear. What does he mean by that? Keep me?

The pleasure takes over my body and I am too overwhelmed to even evaluate what he was talking about. Something in my lower region explodes. Oh my god. I throw my head forward and bite down on his clothed shoulder. His chuckle vibrates through his body.

"Fuck!" he groans again. I feel his hands explore my body in a short second. From my bra to my shoulders to my legs and then up my hips. I am wearing so many layers still, but I feel so close to him.

Repeated moans echo through the room as he stills inside of me. I lift my head up to look at a smug smile he might be wearing. But he isn't smiling. Instead, his mouth is in a firm line.

And his hand cups my cheek as sure as a lover's.

The end :)