BROKEN THROUGH AND THROUGH
CHAPTER FOUR
Take A Hint
Please read the following information so the story and it's progression makes sense.
1. Personally I didn't care much for the 'social experiment' path the original franchise went down. So I'm taking a bit of a different direction from the second film.
2. In this story, I will be using the movie version of Eric, and have given him the surname Coulter. I found this on an Enstars article about his character.
3. The choosing ceremony takes place at aged eighteen. The ages for the main characters are as follows. Eric: 22. Sibella: 19. Four: 22. Tris: 20.
Author's Note: As promised, a new chapter, and it's Sunday! Yay, I didn't do a derp and leave it god knows how many months! Progress. Anyway, as you may have noticed I added a little bit of information at the top of this chapter. I've added it to the first chapter, but I thought I'd pop it on this chapter as I'm only just implementing it now, and it seems unfair to ask you to go back to chapter one just to read three little points. Oh, and be warned sexual content ahead!
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Previously: "Um excuse me Mr. High-and-Mighty, but I will have you know that I-…!" She started, ready to give him the lecture of a lifetime when his lips suddenly smashed against hers once again.
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She was in heaven, paradise, utopia, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, she was there. With each gasp of breath, her hunger for his touch multiplied. Each time his lips connected with her own, she felt like her skin was on fire and he was the only thing that could put it out. The way his hand snaked down her side before settling on her hips, the feeling of his hair between her fingers, God it was bliss on a stick. But like before, it was over before it had barely started. He recoiled from her touch like she had burned him. But she could tell he was just as flustered as she was, the increased rise and fall of his chest, the faint red tint to his skin. But before she could have said anything, demanded to know what the hell his problem was, he suddenly grabbed her arm right where the bullet wound was.
Crying out in pain, Sibella attempted to pull his hand off her tender arm, only to be met with his grip hardening even more. Tears formed in her eyes, but she'd be damned if she let them fall. Instead, she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, fighting back the tears.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sibella demanded, glaring at him with eyes full of venom. If it were possible to kill someone simply with the intensity of one's thoughts, Eric would have been dead a long time ago now. She didn't understand what was happening, one minute he was literally snogging the breath out of her and the next he was inflicting as much pain as humanly possible. Either he got a kick out of watching people suffer, or he was a massive dick. Or both. Regardless, Sibella wasn't about to become a source of his amusement.
"I'll tell you what's wrong with me. Not only am I getting my ass handed to me by my superiors because someone managed to break into Dauntless, not only am I being mocked by my entire faction because an AMITY managed to escape me, but to top it all off, that very same Amity saved my life and put a traitor in the hospital, while my entire team on the other hand, was wiped out. Doesn't seem very fair does it? I will not rest, I will not stop until you feel every bit of shame and humiliation that I do. Because you are nothing, you are worthless." Eric spat, meeting the venom in her eyes with an equal, if not an even a more intense level.
Anger flooded through her system. It was not her fault Dauntless' security was lacking, it was not her fault that his fellow faction members feared him more than respected him, it sure as hell wasn't her fault that there were traitors in his midsts, and it definitely wasn't her fault that those traitors killed his team in cold blood. The fury filling her being made her lose all self control. In the mere blink of an eye, she'd clenched the fist of her free hand and swung as hard as she could, her knuckles colliding right with his left eye. The sudden impact caused him to yell in pain and release her injured arm, stumbling backwards slightly whilst shielding his wounded face from further damage. After collecting himself, he looked back over at Sibella, who was already waiting to meet his glare with her own, clutching her arm against her chest.
"If you even think about touching me again, if I even feel you breathing in my direction, I will come down on you like the ten plagues of Egypt. Piss off Coulter, I won't ask twice." Sibella hissed, a single tear rolling down her cheek despite her efforts to stop herself from crying. Eric paused a moment, it looked as if he was debating whether or not he should continue arguing, before he walked off without a word, bumping into some poor doctor on the way out.
Letting out a shaky breath once Eric was gone, Sibella allowed herself to lean back and relax slightly, clutching her tender arm. She could still feel his fingers pressing down on the freshly sewn up bullet hole, see the anger in his eyes. Maybe she shouldn't join Dauntless? If this was going to be the treatment she was going to receive, would it really be worth it? Sure, she'd feel like she finally belonged somewhere, but she would constantly be miserable thanks to Eric. Was feeling accepted into society worth the emotional and verbal abuse? And it wasn't like he'd be a new cadet like her, he was a leader. Going above him wasn't really an option.
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the pillow. How on earth did she get herself into this mess? Maybe Maple had been right, sneaking into Dauntless had been a clear mistake. Eric now knew her name, her face, and he hated her more than anything else in the world right now. He'd said so himself, he viewed her as a constant reminder of his failures. If she set foot in Dauntless, it was almost guaranteed he wouldn't let her get off easy. Whatever kind of training they had there, she'd probably get double the work handed to her thanks to him, and then some. Running a hand through her hair, she tried to clear her thoughts and rest.
But just as she closed her eyes, she heard a soft knocking on the door. Opening her eyes and looking up slightly, Sibella almost had to do a double take at the man standing at the door. He was only a few details away from being the spitting image of Eric. The man standing before her had the exact same jaw line, cold grey eyes and was almost the same unnaturally tall height. The only real difference was that this man was a bit paler, wasn't as muscular and had a bit more hair on his head, finely combed to the side and a beautiful silver in colour. Also, this man seemed to be comfortable with having a small amount of stubble, while Eric on the other hand had incredibly smooth skin, having no signs he'd ever grown facial hair before.
"Hello Miss Hudson. I'm Doctor Darren Coulter. How are you feeling?" The man asked. He was very softly spoken, the complete polar opposite of Eric in that respect. There was no way they weren't related. But she couldn't just ask this complete stranger if he was related to Eric Coulter. That was way too personal. Then again, he was a doctor. He'd probably heard worse.
"Oh uh, I'm feeling alright, all things considered. Just a bit sore." Sibella shrugged after sitting up once again. All thanks to his son, she wanted to add, but held back knowing it wasn't this guy's fault that Eric was a complete and utter dick. And she had no confirmation they were even related. Still, the resemblance was uncanny. Maybe they were very distant brothers?
"Good. I'll be sure to get you some pain killers to take home with you. I hope you don't mind me being so personal, but I advise you stay away from my son." Darren muttered softly. Looking up at him with wide eyes, shocked and offended at the same time. So he was Eric's Father. Well, that answered that question. But while she wasn't planning to be around Eric if she could help it, Darren didn't have the right to tell her who she could and couldn't be around.
"Um, excuse me but I don't think it's your place to tell me what to do. I appreciate all you've done, fixing me up and all, but that's as much of your help as I need." Sibella spat.
"You miss understand. This is not some parental disapproval, this is me trying to spare you a lot of heartache and trouble. Eric is a dangerous man to be around Miss Hudson, and you seem like a good girl with a bright future ahead of you. Don't let my son ruin that." Darren pleaded before turning around and leaving without another word. Wow, he was definitely Eric's Father. They both liked bossing her around, and storming off for a dramatic exit. Leaning back again, Sibella closed her eyes to try and get the rest she'd been so rudely denied many times prior.
Surely he should be thanking her for saving his son's life? If she hadn't flagged down those vehicles near the fence, then Eric would have probably bled out before they'd found him. But why was he telling her to stay away? What ever gave off the impression that there was something between them? Unless...unless he'd seen them snogging each other senseless. The thought alone was enough to make her turn bright red. Groaning in frustration, Sibella rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, trying to hide her shame and embarrassment.
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A few hours later the doctors cleared her after prescribing her some mild pain killers, recommending she take it easy for the next week or so as not to aggravate the stitches. It was fair enough advise, words she was most likely going to ignore. Sibella had never been one to take it easy. Sitting still was something she struggled doing, not because she became easily bored, she just lived a very active life style so when she was told to rest she just found it tended to make things worse rather than better. The days would drag, as would her mood.
As she left the hospital, she noticed a Dauntless vehicle waiting out front, most likely for Eric. Then again, she had put one of the traitors in the hospital as Eric had rather bluntly explained, maybe it was transport for him? Dauntless tended to deal with traitors in their own twisted way. A sore head from being hit with a branch was going to be the least of the guy's problems. Two Dauntless soldiers who were leaning against the truck turned to look at her when she walked out, grins spreading across their faces. The first was very tall, maybe even taller than Eric. His hair was black with a single red stripe going down from the front to the back. His eyes were a bright green, and he had multiple piercings as well as tattoos across his face. The most prominent seemed to be tattoo going across his jaw and mouth, mimicking that of a skeleton.
The second was roughly the same height as Sibella, but he was even more intimidating than his counterpart. His hair was blonde, shaved down almost down to the skull while his eyes were a piercing bright blue. More muscle than man, his arms were lined with intricate tattoos which seemed to magically emphasise his strength further. But the grins they were wearing didn't give her the impression these men were honourable or gentlemanly in anyway.
"Well fuck me with a chainsaw, this is the Amity that put Ryan in the hospital? She doesn't look like she could hurt a fly, let alone a Dauntless soldier." The black haired man scoffed. Rolling her eyes at them, Sibella attempted to move past, only to have the blonde haired man block her. Glaring up at him, she walked away once more, only to have the second do the same.
"Pretty tough, isn't she Nicholas? I wouldn't mind her getting all freaky on me. Word is Eric's already had his way with you softie." The blonde smirked, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Grabbing his wrist, Sibella twisted it in a harsh and fast manner, causing him to yelp more so in shock than anything else, but she could detect from his eyes it had hurt.
"He wishes. Now get out of my way. I won't be so nice if I have to ask again." Sibella sighed, letting go of the blonde's wrist. She was hoping, praying that they would heed her warning and move. However they seemed to have a different idea. The black haired man, Nicholas, grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, slamming her back against the truck. Hissing in pain, Sibella attempted to lash out and struggle free from his grasp, but this guy was strong. The more she fought to break out of his hold, the tighter his grip grew on her frame.
"Such a foul mouth for an Amity. Aren't you all about peace and harmony, spreading love and all that hippie bullshit? I swear if we didn't have population control you lot would be breading like rabbits. Not an hour ago I caught two of them out in the fields. Still, I must admit I'm not exactly turned off by the Amity girls. You're quite the pretty bunch. You're not all that bad either softie." Nicholas grinned, pushing his knee between Sibella's legs.
"Get your hands off me." Sibella spat, throwing her head forwards against Nicholas' nose. Yelling in pain, he released her from his hold and using that opportunity Sibella kicked him right in the crotch, causing the giant of a man to fall to his knees. That was when the blonde intervened, grabbing her from behind and forcing her back up against the truck. She could feel his breath against her neck, and it was enough to send waves of disgust down her spine.
"I think we need to teach you a little lesson Amity." His voice was practically dripping with sexual tension. But before Sibella could even have thought to yell at him, lash out or hell, come back at him with some kind of witty comment about his awful appearance, his hold on her suddenly vanished and she heard something crash into metal canisters. Turning around, ready to fight whatever she was faced with, Sibella was met with the face of Eric Coulter once again. Looking behind him, she saw that the blonde who had been practically grinding against her arse was now amongst a pile of bins next to the hospital. Had Eric...thrown him?
"Think about where we are. Do you really want to get caught harassing a bystander in public, in front of several witnesses?" Eric snapped, looking at the two with pure rage in his eyes.
"We just figured, since you'd had a piece, she was fair game and all." Nicholas shrugged, slowly trying to push himself onto his feet. During his struggle, Sibella turned to him and kicked him right in the face, watching in pleasure as he fell back, clutching his broken nose. Looking up at Eric, who was grinning knowingly, Sibella stormed off without saying a word. So he'd obviously blabbed to his fellow faction members about kissing her, but had exaggerated what had happened between them. Now they were all thinking the same thing: Amity whore up for grabs. Well she could swear on her own grave that none of them were ever going to get a taste.
"Just to let you know Amity, I'll be making regular visits to your faction these next few weeks. I suggest you're on your best behaviour if you don't want me telling your Mouthpiece that you've not been as peaceful and non violent as you claim to be." Eric called out to her. She could practically feel his smirk burning into the back of her skull, and despite her best efforts to ignore him, Sibella couldn't help but get pissed off by his words. He was only coming to make her life miserable. There was no other reason for it. Sure, maybe had faction relationships to work on, but she was sure anyone could have handled that. He was making personal visits to ensure that he got to torment her any chance he could get. Well two could play at that game. If he wanted to be a complete twat, she'd just return the favour.
Heading back to Amity, Sibella had the intentions of going straight home only to be stopped by Johanna, and her right hand man: Victor. He was a relatively tall man, slender and lacking muscle. His skin was tanned from his time in the fields, littered with freckles as far as the eye could see, his hair was a pale brown and his eyes were a dark clear blue.
Unknown to Johanna, Victor wasn't as Amity as he claimed to be either. In fact, he and Sibella had broken the rules many times together. She knew for a fact he regretted his choice to stay in Amity and wanted nothing more than to leave. He'd often talk to her about how he felt like Erudite was more suited to the person he was. He valued learning, and wanted to help people as a 'real' healer, rather than the approach Amity took. She couldn't really blame him either. When people were sick, most people residing in Amity would turn to herbal solutions rather than taking the short trip to an Erudite hospital. Nine times out of ten, people got even worse after taking herbal solutions. Victor just wanted the same as she did, an escape out of this hell hole. But unlike Victor, Sibella still had a chance to leave, she just didn't know where she'd go.
"Sibella. I'm pleased to see you've returned. The Erudite doctors informed me you were shot after saving a Dauntless Leader." Johanna smiled, though Sibella could feel the judgement and condescending stares behind the mask the older woman wore. Johanna wasn't particularly Amity either. She was very controlling, and always jumping to the wrong conclusions.
"I just wanted to make sure no one got hurt. But one of the traitors tried to kill me, I had no choice but to defend myself." Sibella shrugged, trying to make it sound like she'd been reluctant to bash that dickhead's skull in. Honestly, she'd found it quite thrilling. Not being overly violent, but the adrenaline of fighting for her life, defeating someone and being able to brag about it. But of course she'd never admit that to Johanna. It wouldn't end well at all.
"Yes, I listened to the events that passed directly from the Leader's mouth. It seems that you were a great asset to him at the time. He will be visiting later on this evening, he has to get your statement as to what happened for the record." Johanna stated, sending Sibella a warning glance, silently telling her to make sure it was brief as possible. She hated it when any Dauntless member came to visit, so having a Leader visit was her worst nightmare.
"Of course. I'll be in the fields catching up on my work. Could you tell him to meet me there?" Sibella asked, already forming a plan on how to make Eric eat his words. Nodding at her request, Johanna left to get on with whatever it was the woman did while everyone else worked. Looking at Victor, Sibella smiled sympathetically, knowing he'd probably been running around like a headless chicken because of her. Whenever someone caused trouble, Victor was the one that had to file the appropriate paperwork and sort everything out. Johanna just dished out the orders, and he like an obedient puppy, followed.
"Is it true you put the traitor in the hospital with a branch?" Victor scoffed, an amused smile spreading from cheek to cheek. Thankfully he wasn't nearly as uptight or strict as Johanna.
"It was a big branch." Sibella shrugged, grinning at him before playfully elbowing him in the side. The pair dissolved into laughter before heading out into the fields together. Sibella liked Victor, he was a good friend, and he understood her probably a lot better than anyone else did. Her parents pretended to be supportive of her desire to leave Amity, but she could tell they felt disappointed in her. Her other siblings were very Amity, so much so Sibella couldn't help but wonder sometimes if maybe she'd been adopted, or maybe a Factionless child that had crept into Amity and been taken in by her parents due to their overly compassionate nature. Of course she knew it was highly unlikely, everyone had memories of watching her grow up from birth to where she was now. Johanna, Victor, many members of Amity could recall the day she was born. They'd make the conscious effort to remind her how rainy it was that day.
"Is it also true that Eric Coulter had sex with you?" Victor asked, his voice soft with undertones of concern, once they were out of range of eavesdroppers. Turning back to look at him, Sibella shot him a look that showed she was incredibly disappointed he thought she'd do such a thing.
"He kissed me. A few times. But he's just doing it to be a dick. I broke into Dauntless to crash their party. He caught me, but I managed to get away and in turn, I embarrassed him in front of his entire faction. He also blames me for the deaths of his team. So he's out to get me. He's probably spreading around whatever rumours he can to soil my name by the time I transfer." Sibella sighed, sitting down in a small clearing among the wheat field. Victor sat down besides her after a few moments of silence, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"You know, I am going to miss you when you leave this place. You're the only source of excitement around here." Victor chuckled, ruffling Sibella's hair softly. Swatting him away, she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder. Before long, she could feel the familiar touch of his hand slowly working up her thigh, slipping underneath her skirt to dance over her underwear. She and Victor had an agreement. Neither planned on marriage, neither were looking for love or a relationship, but they were adults with sexual needs. So every now and then they'd meet up in the field, away from prying eyes, to get some form of a release. No strings attached. Simply friends who shagged each other's brains out a few times a week.
Feeling herself being pushed down on the ground, Sibella reached up and pulled Victor's shirt off, revealing a slightly defined torso from his days of heavy lifting in the fields. The muscle in his arms had since disappeared, but the six pack was still there, faded, but visible. Pushing her skirt up to her hips, Victor rested himself between her legs before his hands snaked up underneath her shirt, moving up to her breasts which he tenderly started squeezing. Arching her back under his touch, Sibella was grateful she wasn't involved with Victor. Being friends with benefits, there was no need for her to pretend she was enjoying herself. She'd instructed him, told him what felt good and what didn't. Now he knew exactly what buttons to push and how hard. But that didn't mean he was always amazing. He never really made her cum whilst they were having sex. Foreplay, sure. He could get it done in five minutes. But there was something about the way he moved, he could never hit the right spot.
"Tell me what you want Sib." His voice whispered against her ear, husky and low. Normally Victor was quite a bubbly sounding guy, with a smooth flow to his words. But when he talked dirty, he took on a whole new persona, one that made her weak at the knees. Feeling his hand move down between her legs and pull her knickers to the side, Sibella let out a soft gasp as she felt two of his fingers push inside her, moving in and out at an incredibly fast speed, pushing against her walls with just the right amount of pressure. Letting out soft mewls of pleasure, Sibella reached down and started aimlessly tugging his trousers, trying to guide his throbbing erection where she wanted it to be. And Victor didn't need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye, he'd pulled his fingers out and pushed himself inside her. A loud moan left her mouth, and within moments her mind was starting to become blurry as Victor rapidly thrust inside her. Turning her head to the side, Sibella wrapped her legs around his back, her arms reaching behind her to try and grab onto something to bring her back down to earth. In the process, her shirt snaked up slightly and Victor used this to his advantage, pulling the material off her breasts and brought his mouth down to her nipples, sucking on them almost violently.
"Fuck. Don't stop." She gasped, eyes wide as the waves of pleasure crashed over her being. It was then she heard soft approaching footsteps. Normally she would have pushed Victor off her, told him to put his pants back on and that they'd finish later. But she knew exactly who was approaching, and there was certainly no surprise on her face when Eric slowly appeared out of the wheat stalks. At first his gaze looked from left to right, obviously having heard something coming from the clearing. But when his gaze fell to the floor, his eyes widened slightly upon seeing Sibella in the middle of the most Amity act committable. Her eyes met his, but instead of doing what he probably expected her to, which most likely included dying from embarrassment, she did nothing. She just let Victor carrying on fucking her right there.
It was that exact moment that Victor did something he was rarely able to do, he found the spot. Throwing her head back, Sibella let out a loud moan once more, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as Victor continued to repeatedly hit the spot that drove her closer to her orgasm. She was briefly able to open her eyes long enough to watch Eric bite his lip before retreating back to Amity. Smirking to herself softly, Sibella let her mind go numb as Victor thrust into her again, pushing so hard that she physically had to grab onto him to stop herself from being pushed back against the dirt, which would result in many scratches and cuts on her back.
While she hadn't planned on Victor jumping on her and shagging her senseless, it had worked out quite well. Eric had got an eyeful that he wasn't going to forget for a while. He'd have masturbation material for weeks, but he'd also have to realise she'd beaten him, trumped him at his own game of cat and dog. Turned out this kitty had claws, and she wasn't afraid to use them. Looking up at Victor, Sibella brought his hand down to her clit, silently begging him to bring her to her release. Giving into her request, Victor started to rub the small bead of pleasure, applying enough pressure that it was close to painful, just how she liked it. And that was all it took for her to cry out in pleasure, Victor's hand covering her mouth to stop anyone from coming over, his own release happening moments after her own. Despite Victor's efforts to muffle her pleasure, Sibella was pretty sure Eric had still been close enough to hear it.
"Jesus Sib. How pent up were you?" Victor panted, pulling out of her before pulling his trousers back up. Her response was a content groan as his member slowly pulled out, the stimulation adding a little bit more to her high. But like always, she felt a small remainder of tension, Victor had brought her to a climax sure, but it was nowhere near big enough. After brushing herself down, she and Victor went their separate ways like always. It was only then she'd realised how dark it was getting. Shaking the dirt out of her hair, Sibella started heading back to Amity when a hand snaked around her waist from somewhere within the wheat field, dragging her back and pushing her face first against a tree trunk that had been nearby.
"Victor, seriously, I am not in the mood for round two." Sibella sighed, attempting to turn around, only to be pushed harder against the tree trunk. It was then she could feel something hard pressing against her rear, and strong muscular arms that definitely didn't belong to Victor. Her eyes widened in shock, and she instantly started struggling furiously to get free.
"You are a vile little minx, you know that? Letting me walk in on that little stunt, you planned that didn't you? Well, you shouldn't start what you can't finish, little Amity." Eric's cold voice hissed. But he didn't sound angry, in fact, there was lust lacing his words. He was turned on! But there was no time for her to yell at him to get off, because he spun her around and took her lips once more, pressing himself against her body with such force she struggled to breathe. As much as she would have liked to fight it, her body was melting to his touch. It was like she had no control when it came to him. He was an aphrodisiac her body couldn't fight against. Her hips moved completely on their own. The remaining desire forcing itself to the surface.
"Did farm boy not satisfy you, Amity? Maybe you should rethink your options. I think you'll find Dauntless is a lot more adventurous. We know how to satisfy our women." Eric stated, practically growling at her with pure lust. Her mind went blank, she couldn't think of any words to say, but in all fairness he didn't really give her the opportunity to. His hands went under her skirt and straight between her legs, not wasting any time.
"S-Stop." She wheezed out, no authority in her voice whatsoever. Her brain wanted him to, but her body was so responsive to his touch that it was almost crazy, like he had been made purely to conquer her sexual tension, and hers alone.
"But you're soaking wet, Amity. I've barely touched you, I guess you must really need a good shag. Then again, I'm not surprised that little farm boy isn't meeting your needs. Amity men have no idea how to make a woman want them, how to make them crawl back for more. By the time I'm done with you, you'll still be walking funny when you transfer to Dauntless." Eric purred, his lips moving down her neck to her chest. Meanwhile his fingers had disappeared inside her, moving slowly, put with so much pressure Sibella was struggling to keep herself conformed. She could take him down for this right? She'd told him to stop. Wasn't this considered sexual assault or something? Her brain was struggling to think straight, as it was soon succumbing to the same spell her body was.
"Shut...up..." Sibella panted, desperately trying to push him away by shoving at his shoulders with what little resolve she had left. But it was no use, her limbs were becoming weak and shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing upon her. Of course her body wasn't complaining, it was revelling in the one sided sensations she was receiving. That was the difference between Eric and Victor it seemed. Eric had no problems giving a woman pleasure without getting anything in return. Victor could only to that for a brief amount of time before he wormed his way inside to get his own release. It hadn't been suggested Eric was actually going to sleep with her, all he'd said was when he was done she'd be walking funny.
A gasp left her lips when he suddenly yanked her away from the tree and pushed her onto the ground, kissing her frantically like she was his only source of oxygen, while his hips began violently grinding against hers. At this point she was certain her knickers were soaked. He wasn't even inside her now, not even fingering her, and she was close to an orgasm.
"What makes you tick Amity? What button isn't he pushing right?" Eric whispered, his tongue trailing down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Closing her eyes, Sibella tried to think of something to calm her ovaries, something that would turn her off in a click of the fingers. But it was no use, Eric knew what he was doing, every movement his body made against hers, every touch he administers, seemed to get a heightened response from her.
"This proves nothing. It's a physical reaction! Nothing more! Take a hint Coulter. I'm not interested, so get your hands off me." Sibella snapped, glaring at him, her breathing erratic and heavy, her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust. Her words contradicted her entire body.
"Just remember this Amity, in three minutes I gave you more pleasure than he did in fifteen. If you get tired of school boy fumbling, come find me." Eric smirked, getting off her and disappeared into the night, leaving her hot and heavy, wondering what the fuck happened.
