They reached his apartment in what seemed like record time, Eric easily holding on to Teddy as she clung to him like a toddler. Like the last time, Eric flashed a card at the small box and it beeped green, letting him inside his apartment. As soon as they reached the living room, he set Teddy down. He looked down at her and she peered up at him through dark lashes.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded. He languidly poured himself a glass of amber liquid and settled nicely on the leather sofa as he watched her. First came Teddy's shoes and then the cardigan. Then the leather leggings pooled at her ankles and she carefully stepped out of them, revealing a pair of lace red panties. "Do you always dress up, or is this a special occasion?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" His large gulp told her he liked her answer. Then she slipped her bandeau off and when his calculative expression didn't change, she inadvertently crossed her arms and looked down at her newly painted toes, her chest tightening over something so foreign to her. She felt vulnerable…and absolutely terrified that Eric wouldn't like what he saw.

"No, don't do that. Don't hide from me." She swallowed hard and rested her arms at her sides. At that, Eric finished his drink and he set the glass on the coffee table. He stood up and went before her, silently appraising her. "You're fucking perfect, don't you know that?" His hands were back at her waist, fingers leaving feather-like traces on her skin, and his hot mouth whispering at her neck. "Even with all that shit on your face." The lingering alcohol on his breath only added to his dizzying aroma.

"It-it makes me feel…pretty." She murmured, almost embarrassed that she allowed herself to be swayed by society's standards of beauty. He lifted his head back up, peering down at her with a soft expression that she couldn't read.

"Ok." He allowed. Suddenly, he was crouching before her, hands at her hips, bringing her forward, his nose and lips pressed against her pelvis, breathing in her scent. And then his fingers were playing with the waistband of her panties and he slowly slid them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, he looked back up at her to see him staring down at him, her chest heaving.

Slowly, he stood back up, his fingers leading the way up her smooth body, up her hips, up the curve of her spine, through the valley of her breasts, until they were back at her neck. And then they didn't move as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, as if he were trying to control himself. "I want you to touch yourself." He heard her swallow hard. "Now, now, princess, I know you've done it before. Did you think of me when you finally came?" Her breath hitched and he had to smirk. Before he could stop himself, he kissed her neck, loving how easily she tilted her head, practically submitting to him to give him easier access. One of his hands reached toward the base of her scalp and ran through the silky curls. "You can touch yourself, princess, I'm here now." He placed another kiss to her neck, this time his hand stayed at her nape, keeping her still. When he looked down, he watched as her right hand reached down, playing across her taut belly, reaching further still until she let out a soft sigh as she began playing with her slick folds. "Tell me, princess, how old were you when you first touched yourself?"

"Fi-fifteen." She breathed out.

"And were you pleasantly surprised by your own anatomy?"

"I was…curious." He chuckled.

"Didn't they tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" Her eyes met his and he was pleased to see them so dilated when they met his gaze.

"Good thing I'm not a cat, then." He went to suck on her neck, pleased at the moan she released.

"Hmm, maybe not." He conceded. "But I bet I can make you purr." Finally, his hands reached up to grasp at her breasts, only to have her hiss at the contact. He looked down to see what the issue was, only to see her nipples swelling against shimmering barbells. He'd seen them the moment she'd disrobed, glittering in the dim lights, and he'd been pleasantly surprised. "Are those new?" He growled out, finding that he liked them.

"I needed a-a distraction." She admitted.

"Aw, were you angry at me?" He saw the tick in her jaw and when she didn't answer, he bit into her neck and let his thumb roll over her sensitive nipple, which sent her shivering. "Were you mad that I yelled at you, princess?" His tone demanded an answer.

"You-you were right to do so." She gritted out. "I was out of sorts today, I deserved it."

"No." He disagreed, causing her brows furrowed slightly. "No, you deserved to be reprimanded for being late, that's all." He nibbled at her earlobe, his pierced tongue running up the shell of her ear and an audible sigh left her mouth. "But yelling at you, especially today," he pulled at her nipple again while kissing her shoulder. "God, it's all I can do to keep myself from fucking you in front of everyone." He reached down and took her hand, two fingers coated in her wetness, and brought them to his mouth. He looked at her so sensually as he sucked on her fingers and it sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help her jaw from partially dropping. "But it's ok, princess, I'm going to make it up to you." He moved to stand behind her. His hands were placed at her shoulders and they slowly zig-zagged their way down, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. He caressed her jutted hipbones and the curve of her lower back until he was kneeling in front of her ass. He bit down without warning and she let out a soft shriek. "Bend over for me, princess." She looked unsure as she peered behind at him. "Do as I say, I told you I'd make it up to you." She bent down, using the coffee table as leverage. Eric nudged her legs further apart and slowly licked from her center all the way up, causing her thighs to tremble. "You're fucking drenched." He didn't expect a retort from her, especially once his mouth was sealed at her core. His arms were wrapped around her thighs, keeping her stable as he sucked and licked at her with an almost artistic practice.

"Fuck." She groaned out as her hips started bucking against his face. He stopped abruptly, smirked at her soft whining and stood up. He pulled her close, her back flush against his torso, with one hand at her throat, moving her so he could suck and nibble at her neck while his other hand replaced his mouth, languidly playing with the sensitive nub that sent her thighs trembling again.

"Tell me, princess, when you were back in Erudite, how many boys did you let touch you?" She choked out a response and he removed his fingers, causing her body to tense up. "How many?"

"Six." He replaced his fingers, slower this time, and he watched how one of her hands pulled at her newly pierced nipple and felt the other against his hand at her throat tighten.

"Looks like the princess isn't afraid to get a bit dirty." He purred against her throat.

"It-it was for research." She squirmed against his fingers, hoping for more pressure, but he wasn't going to let her have it just yet. "I…equated the factors of age, height, weight and miniscule personality traits to see…to see how-how enjoyable it would be." His fingers were still moving painfully slow. "And I-I attributed s-sobriety and-." She squirmed once more, but Eric held her still. "And then alcohol content and if-if emotions were…a factor." She bit her lip hard, hating the lack of control she had.

"Oh, I bet having those boys touch you was everything you ever wanted, wasn't it?" There was a cruel undertone to his voice and his fingers were suddenly hard on her clit, causing her to cry out.

"No-no-no-no-no!" She squirmed against him, but once again, he held her still.

"No? Do you need me to stop?" He removed his hand once more, earning a whimper.

"Don't stop." She gritted out, leaning back against his chest, her thick hair sending a wave of coconut and perfume across his senses. "Please, don't stop." If it was even possible, his fingers resumed even slower. "I know what you want to hear." Her voice was dry and she had to swallow several times before speaking again. "You want me to tell you that those boys were nothing. That they didn't know how to touch me, or how to please me like this, and that they couldn't get me to come for them. That they were experiments…How I wasn't theirs." As she spoke, his fingers began to move faster and faster until her last words were lost in moans.

"What I want to hear is you screaming my name. Now, come on, princess, I've got you," he murmured in her ear. As her hips bucked, her ass created friction against his member and it was almost painful how tight his pants were at this point. "I've got you, I've got you, now come for me." His bite on her neck sent her spiraling.

"Fuck! Eric!" Teddy finally cried out, her body stiffening against his. She would have sagged to the floor in pleasure had he not grasped her to him. He removed his fingers from her clit so he could taste her and he hummed in delight. Her thighs were still quivering as he moved away from her, coming round to face her. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a pink blush running up her chest that he found utterly adorable.

"You're fucking perfect, Teddy." Her eyes were still dilated with pleasure and lust and the way she looked up at him had him knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He had to have her now. He chucked off his boots and pulled off his shirt to see that Teddy had gotten much closer.

Her green eyes roamed the expanse of his chest and down his abdominals. It was as if she had no control of her hands as they moved along the divots of his muscles and seemed astonished at how they tightened under her touch. She didn't recognize her hands shaking over her hesitancy to touch him so gently. He was always so rough with her and she wanted to cling to him, and claw at the skin that was so surprisingly soft. But she was curious. She'd never seen a man like Eric before, he seemed to have been chiseled by the Gods themselves.

She did the same as he had, taking her time in observing him. When she walked behind him, outlining the curve of his waist, she slowly traced all his freckles together, as though they were constellations. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist; her fingers pulling at his belt buckle caught his immediate attention. She nimbly unzipped his pants and wasted no time in pulling them down, sending her hand down over the cloth of his briefs as he kicked out of his pants. The motion of her hand massaging him caused his breath to hitch and his hips to involuntarily buck. She felt him grow harder and had to admit, was already impressed with his girth. As his erection grew in one, his abs clenched under the delicate touches of her other hand. She wanted to make him come just as hard as she had, but it seemed he had other ideas as he pulled her back in front of him.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that." Teddy took great delight in how breathless he was.

"Good."

"Cheeky little minx." He pulled her wrists and raised them over her head as he backed her over to a wall where he began sucking on her neck, finding a sweet spot just under her ear. Then he nibbled at her earlobe and peppered kisses along her jawline until he was at her mouth. Teddy didn't expect him to kiss her, feeling it would be far too intimate. But he surprised her when his thumb brushed her lower lip, pulling down on it just barely. And then his mouth was on hers. Her breath caught when his tongue came into the mix, and he devoured her like a man starved of the taste of her and she surprised him when she bit down on his lower lip and pulled. She'd never been kissed like that before; she'd no idea how delicious it could be. His dark gaze lingered on her for a long moment, his grey eyes now a blazing obsidian as he pulled her toward him, hands on her thighs as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her hands tangled into his hair as their mouths sealed together in a heated kiss. She could feel his erection at her thigh, and she rolled her hips against him, earning a guttural moan. She did it once, then twice, more and felt heat pool in her belly.

They made it to the bedroom just in time. Eric laid Teddy underneath him and took a step back, kneeling between her legs. She leaned up, resting on her forearms as he slipped out of his boxers and observed her, taking note of the bites along her neck and her swollen lips. Her curls were a tangled mess and the flush hadn't left her cheeks. And the way she eyed him created a fiery intensity to flood his stomach. When she reached for him, their mouths met again and her hand reached down to stroke him. He hissed at the contact and then flipped them both so she was on top. She stroked him for just few moments longer, her thumb teasing his weeping tip, before pushing herself up to her knees, guiding Eric's cock to her entrance and slowly sliding down.

"Eric." She hummed his name as she arched back, the tips of her long hair tickling Eric's bare thighs. Then she hunched forward, her nails running along his chest as her muscles contracted to his girth. His throat had gone dry at the feel of her and when she started rolling her hips so tauntingly slow, he thought he might die of pleasure. He reached up to tweak at her pierced nipples, but she slapped his hands away. "Don't touch." Her command sent him reeling and he bucked his hips up in to her and she abruptly stopped, canting her hips up to where he was barely inside of her, to which he released a grunt of displeasure. "Stop squirming." With that, he leaned back down, jaw clenched and eyes shut tight as she rode him. "No, none of that, look at me." She grasped his chin and forced him to meet her dark gaze. She kissed him hard as the pleasure continued to ripple through her body. He wanted to fist her hair again, but she seemed able to sense that. "No touching." She whispered once more.

"Fuck, princess!" He grunted out, clutching the sheets tightly as she rode him harder. He could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed and lips parted that he had finally found her sweet spot. He wondered if she'd even known that existed.

"That's…not…my…name." She moaned out. Her thighs were clenched against his hips, her own hips jerking wildly as she arched forward, nails digging in to his shoulders. "Eric!" He knew what she wanted. So he quickly reversed their position again, pounding in to her over and over as she held him close, legs wrapped tight around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust and her nails clawed at his back as he sucked and bit at her nipples. Her soft shrieks filled the room every time he hit that sweet spot and he couldn't control his own moans as pleasure pooled in his belly.

"Say you're mine." He commanded.

"You're mine." She whimpered, tears of pleasure spilling down the side of her face.

"Say. You're. Mine." He grunted out with each thrust.

"Eric!" Pleasure overcame her as she cried out, she was positive there were stars dancing behind her eyes. "I'm yours! I'm yours! God, I'm fucking yours!" Her nails dug into his back as he bit down on her neck. Her words sent him into a spiral of his own pleasure and their hips slowed as their orgasms faded down. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air as they caught their breath.

And then Eric was massaging her thighs, as they were still taut around his waist, the heels of her feet digging almost painfully into his thighs. She finally relaxed and he pulled out of her, earning another whimper. Eric fell onto his back, still panting, an arm going over his eyes. Teddy chanced a glance at him and then sat up, swinging her sore legs over the bed.

"And just where are you going?" His tenor was almost playful.

"To clean myself up." Her voice seemed small and so far away as she headed to the bathroom to pee and wipe off her sticky legs. Her thighs trembled with each movement and when she came back to the bedroom, Eric was fast asleep. His body was utterly relaxed and his lips parted slightly as he snored softly. The only evidence of their escapade was his semi-hard cock. A part of Teddy wanted to curl up next to him, having already felt his warmth one way, maybe actually sleeping with this bear of a man would keep her warm through the night.

But the logical side of Teddy kept her standing at the foot of the bed. The rational thoughts of Eric as her mentor, Eric as possessive and jealous, those thoughts kept her from crawling into bed. She thought about how he'd gotten from her what he'd wanted, because, despite his vow that she was his, she knew how men were, from old books and the mouths of women throughout Erudite and even Dauntless. She knew she was being smart as she dressed in a quiet rush, as she left Eric's apartment and laid in her cold bed, she knew she was right for leaving. Because then her mentor wouldn't be embarrassed about kicking her out of bed in the morning, that way she wouldn't feel the cold sting of rejection and things could go back to normal.

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