This is a twist on something that could have happened when they were stuck in the safe room. Spoilers book 2! Oh and not for children under the age of 17!

Keira Cass owns everything but I own most of this plot! This is also not an oneshot there is more! So make sure to review! I'll update faster if you do! Now, Read on!

Entrapment

The door sealed and we were left in the dark. Maxon searched the walls finally finding a light switch. He grunted and tried taking off his jacket, having trouble and pain flashed on his face. I helped him remove his jacket and realized it was sticky with blood. I had to get to the source and fix this. I began unbuttoning his shirt but his hands reached up to stop my hands. "What you will see is a secret it WILL NOT leave this room, do you understand?"

"Yes, but what's wrong, why are you bleeding?" my fingers began to undo his shirt again, revealing unmarred skin and tanned abs. his hands reached for mine again but one reached for my chin and pulled me look him in the eyes.

"Promise me, America." I nodded my head and pulled it from his hand, slipping his shirt from his shoulders and slowly peeling it down his back. His breath hitched but he stayed quiet. My hands slid down his arm with a hesitation knowing I was causing him pain, but I enjoyed the sensation of feeling his skin. His hands gripped my arms tightly and I pulled the shirt off his skin. Once it lay on the floor I saw how soaked in blood it truly was and dreaded seeing the wound but I spun Maxon around with a firm grip. On his back were several gashes, some healed and puckered others were pink, but the most noticeable one was the largest of them all and it still dribbled blood down his back. I picked up his shirt and dabbed at it, wishing for some gauze. "There are supplies in the box." I fished through it and found what I needed to tend to his back.

I applied salves and bandages, then wrapped his chest around hoping to hold his skin together. "He was so angry at you."

"Who was angry Maxon, your father? Did the king do this to you?" I stepped around him to look at his face.

"He would have hurt you, why the hell did you do that. He was ready to kill you." He pulled me to his chest and I let my arms get pressed to his chest. He held me tightly to his chest; I didn't move knowing he needed security.

"Maxon, why didn't you just let him take me, I could've handled myself." He tightened his grip air not easily entering my lungs.

"He would have killed you, and simply said you were dismissed, than you would turn up later dead somewhere. I promise you I am nothing like him, I hate him." My eyes watered, never having thought anything like this could happen to a prince.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him as hard as I could letting him know I was here, he held my head and his hands slid their way over my body, learning the curves. I spread my hands on his chest, and let Maxon find comfort. He pulled my entire body flush with his, keeping me tightly against him, and never letting his lips leave mine. "America, you are crazy and stupidly brave girl." He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked forward until my back pressed against a wall, his hands held my upper thighs, and I was pressed onto his enlarged pants. He groaned and I smiled knowing I caused him some pleasure when he had taken such a beating for me. he pushed his hips harder into mine making me groan.

I pulled my lips off his, "This is illegal we can't go any further."

"Do you not want to?" He leaned his forehead against mine and lessened the pressure he created below.

"I do. I really want to but I'm going to be sent away, and I don't want this to affect you."

"I'm going to fight my father I will not send you away." He kissed me not allowing my doubts to linger in my mind. He deepened it quickly and shoved my skirts up. I knew it was illegal, but it was amazing feeling the need Maxon felt for me. His hands now ran on bare skin on my thighs, they moved quickly and hungrily until he growled and set me down on my feet. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, Maxon I want you. I want you to know I love you, and trust you fully. I want you to know that you can trust me." He smiled very wide and reached for the zipper on my dress, I allowed him to unzip the dress and push it over my shoulder and slide down my body, revealing my bare chest. I reached up and crossed my arms, trying to keep him from seeing my small body. He reached over to me and I stepped out of my dress, he shoved it aside giving us better room and he pulled my arms away.

"Please do not fear me, America. I will not hurt you." I had to remind myself that I trusted him and let my arms drop into his open hands. He pulled me close my bare chest pressing against his bandaged one. His fingers traced little designs on my bare back making me shiver. I looked up at Maxon again, "I love you and this takes absolute trust. America, how far do you want to go?"

"As far as you'll let us." I smiled and he held tight finally bending his head down and kissing me hungrily. He picked me up only to lie down on a pile of blankets. He loomed over me, and I searched for my backbone, finally finding it I found the zipper on his pants and slid it down, the button was near impossible. I hadn't realized I was shaking so badly until his hands covered mine and I let him undo the button before shoving at his pants, before successfully sliding both his pants and boxers down. He kicked them off and I felt myself blush with the realization this was really happening.

"I love you, America. My beautiful America." He buried his face in my neck and kissed his way from behind my ear, making me moan at the sensation, and down across my chest, his hand came up and wrapped around my breast, cradling it and flicking the nipple, messaging my breast until I was moaning and writhing beneath Maxon. He smiled and laughed a little, "You really like that."

"Stop teasing." I could feel his erection rubbing on my thighs and felt liquid build down below, wanting him down there.

"I'm not teasing it's just… were virgins aren't we supposed to take our time?" he kissed one of nipples and moved his hands to the next doing the same while his mouth sucked on my nipple. His hand began traveling lower and lower making slow strokes until it slid beneath my underwear and hovered over my core. "Are you sure you want this?" I nodded and his fingers slid their way through my wetness and into me. his fingers slid further in and I arched my back nearly screaming at the sensation. "You can scream if you want the room is sound proof." His finger twitched inside and I felt a second enter in with the first. My pleasure mounting in a loud moan and my arched pressing my chest against his, he kissed me and I kissed him back. He slid another in and I was stretched to an uncomfortable point and squirmed away from his fingers. "Sorry, I was told I was supposed to do that to prepare you. Sorry." He rambled on, I could tell he was nervous but he pulled out his fingers and kissed me harder pulling my underwear off and I kicked them into the pile.

I had yet to look down there at him and glimpsed down quickly, it shocked me how big he was, I wasn't sure he'd ever fit no matter how much he tried to 'Prepare me'. It stood straight and long and it scared me. I bit my lip and looked back up to him. He was watching me closely, "Are you sure? We can stop." I nodded my head still worried, "America, just tell me when you're ready. This will hurt you I'm sorry." I reached between our bodies and grabbed the member that stretched away from his body and towards mine. I wrapped my fingers around it and held it tightly, the intake of breath from Maxon told me he kind of liked it, but I moved it to touch my entrance and took my hand away gripping his arms as tight as I could.

Maxon's eyes said he was reluctant to do it. "Please?" this time he nodded and his hips thrust forward very slightly, just enough for his head to enter. Even that stretching was overwhelming in sensations, mainly uncomfortable but something in it sent thrills through me.

He stared into my eyes and smiled, "I'm sorry." Then he thrust nearly all the way in and I screamed, a ripping sensation ran through me and it hurt, god it hurt. Tears leaked down my cheeks and he kissed them away, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I felt him slide in me and realized he was pulling out. I grabbed his butt and stopped his movement.

"Just let me get used to it." He nodded and slid back in some, that sensation was odd and I wanted to feel it again, I moved my hips and felt him slide in me and I thrust my hips on his erection and Maxon moaned shoving his face roughly into my neck. "Okay." He began to move in and out slowly, Maxon moaned my name and I lay there underneath him letting him do the work at first. Then I figured out the rhythm and started moving my hips. Maxon picked up the pace ramming into me, our bodies smacking together, I couldn't help the screams that erupted from me and he created unimaginable pleasure and the pressure built and built inside me making me thrust harder, and pull Maxon to me harder and grip his arm in a vice grip. He was frantically moaning and saying my name. He looked me dead in the eye and kissed me as hard as he could before thrusting harder than before and warming my insides, but that was forgotten as my vision blacked out and I screamed into Maxon's mouth. He collapsed on top of me, he was heavy but I was too tired to move him. His sweaty forehead laid on mine and he smiled. I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him. He still hadn't pulled out but I didn't care he was mine forever, and I have given him everything I had. I was breathing heavily but content as Maxon held me.

"I love you." His voice was raspy as he got it out between breaths. Rolling onto his side he took away that intimate connection away but rolled me onto my side so that he now had our bodies pressed together. He stretched his arm under my head and let it play in my hair. His other hand held me and kept me safe. I wasn't ashamed of what we just did, I knew it was right.

We lay on the ground for a short period of time before Maxon got up and got dressed, he was solid muscle everywhere I could see, I knew he had abs and I bet his back was toned too but it was still bandaged. The rest of his body was long and lean and I tried not to stare at how different he looked… down there. I did notice his upper thighs were red, like his shirt, than I realize that was from me. I hadn't yet assessed my own body but felt myself to be very sore down there. I looked at the blankets and realized there were spots of blood on it. I looked back up to see Maxon now dressed and he looked to where I was looking and frowned. "America, I'm sorry that I hurt you." He moved quickly to sit in front of me and he held my face in his hands. I was wrapped in a blanket but I didn't care if it fell away and I inched by body to his.

"I regret nothing, Maxon. That was amazing, yes it was painful but I ended up enjoying it. I'm so happy you decided I was the one. I love you, Maxon, please don't regret this." He smiled and held out his hands and I gladly took them. As he pulled me to my feet I grimaced and let him take my weight.

"I hurt you really bad. You can't go to the infirmary, um… maybe one of the maids, no that won't work…." I had to kiss him to shut him up.

"I'm just sore, I'll heal." I let him hold me for another minute before I slipped on my underwear and he helped me into my gown. We cleaned up the room making sure everything was in its place and I scrubbed the blanket hoping it would get out the spot but His hands once again stopped me.

"They'll think it was from my shirt. I promise you it is fine." He pulled me to sit down and I didn't complain, my legs hurt and my nether region hurt worse. I sat on the floor and curled up in Maxon's arms. He rubbed my back and I soon fell asleep.

So, next chapter will be Maxon's pov. Sorry if I made him a little too rambley but he's just been beaten by his father and lost his v-card so yeah I'd be out of character.