A/N: Thank you all for being part of this by reading, following, sharing and commenting. You guys are the best.

A special thanks to my beta, It'sHardIKnow, because without you this wouldn't be half as good. *hugs and kisses*

I don't know if you have seen the new Theo James movie, How It Ends, but I recommend you try it. Won't give away anything, I suggest you check out the trailer. I was, honestly, pleasantly surprised by the quality of the movie, not just because Theo starred in it *swoon* but the story is also captivating and thrilled me.

That's it. Happy reading, initiates!

Chapter 31

Tobias

I know what she needs. It's the same thing that I always need when nightmares plague me. I can feel it in her embrace, in her kisses, in the heat radiating off of her.

The first time that this happened, I was terrified – of myself. It awoke a side in me I didn't know even existed. That night wasn't about making love; it wasn't even sex. It was primal, demanding, and possessive. I claimed her, owned her, ravaged her, and all she did was spur me on. I was so scared that I would hurt her in my frenzy, and that she would be repulsed by the animal I was turning into but she reassured me. She wanted it; she felt it too. She gave herself willingly over and over again. Even the next morning while I bowed my head in shame, she stood before me, completely bare, her pale skin almost surreal in the morning light. There were bite marks all over her body, scratches and bruises, and I hated myself for it. But she came closer to me, reached for my hands, and lifted them to her lips. She kissed each palm, before placing them on the small bump of her pregnant belly. She told me she wanted to let go so when she did, she experienced the love I felt for her in a new way that, despite my anguish, didn't frighten her. She wanted it, she craved it, and she wanted to give it to me. I felt it too. That night, I don't know what it was that shifted between us, but that night I saw a side to her that was so beautiful, so heavenly I just needed to have it, to be part of it.

She was never scared of me, not that night or any other night I took her possessively. Even in the insanity of my lovemaking, I always made sure she was feeling nothing but pleasure. I made sure I wouldn't hurt her, and I made her swear to me to stop me if I ever did. She never did. She never had to. I would have thrown myself into the Chasm before hurting her. We soon realized that the parts within us who made love so savagely only came out when we needed some sort of reassurance. It wasn't the fact that Marcus starred in our nightmares, it was more the desire and need to know the other one was still there, was still as committed as they were the day we left Abnegation behind forever. It is in moments like this, when we completely surrender to the other, that we both see the depth of our love and devotion for each other.

When Marcus told me that I was to marry Beatrice Prior I didn't know what to think of it, other than pity the poor girl for the fate she had in his house. Little did I know, my father had actually gifted me with the love of my life, my better half, the one person I would gladly die for and kill for, and the mother of my child - and hopefully more children in the future. He gave me heaven, when all he ever taught me was hell. It was his own vanity that led to the discovery of who I truly am. And it is all thanks to her, my Tris. I know what she needs. It's what we both need. And I will give it to her.

I hold her flush against me, my entire body fully awake and aroused, vibrating in anticipation. I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth like countless times before, tasting and demanding to allow further intrusion. One hand is in her hair, holding her head still, so she can't escape, not that she ever would, while the other caresses up and down her side, touching her almost brutally. I know she can take it. She is my woman, and I know what she wants. She won't break, no matter how hard I push her. She won't run, no matter how aggressive we will become. She won't stop until we are both spent and I have spilled my need for her deep inside her core.

She breaks the kiss and tilts her head to the side, enough for me to latch onto her neck. Her lips kiss my arm in the awkward angle it lies beneath her head, sucking lightly, leaving marks on my flesh. Her right hand lies softly on my chest, right above my heart, while the other threaded through my locks, now longer than they used to be in Abnegation.

She moans into my ear as I suck and bite her sweet flesh. The scent of her arousal is invading my nostrils, driving me insane with want. I am so hard for her, I am in actual pain. But I need to prolong this for as long as I can.

I feel her grinding against me, eliciting deep, guttural groans from me as her heated center edges so close to my cock. All I want is to drive it into her, pound her mercilessly, pushing her over the edge, and come deep inside her. In moments like this, I imagine that the world fades, and all that remains is her and I. In moments like this, I imagine that I am just a man and she is just a woman, and we fulfill an ancient act of mating. Yes, I know it is so much more than that, but when my mind is so blurred with the love, lust, passion, and devotion I feel for her, all the emotions running deep into my very soul, I can only see her as my mate - perfect; beautiful; mine.

My mouth travels along her collarbone, licking, biting, and kissing, down to her chest. It is still covered, and I curse the fabric covering her, hiding her from my caresses. I pull away just slightly, and I have no idea if it was her who undressed first or if it was me. Did I rip the clothes off of both of us or was it her? I don't know and I don't care. Our bodies collide, almost painfully, but in sync. We are pressed together so tightly that you can no longer tell where I end and she begins.

I lay her down on our bed, our mouths never leaving the other's. We kiss, my tongue pushing into her mouth, dancing with hers. I want to do so many things to her, I want to do them all at once. I wish I had more hands, more mouths… I wish I could worship her better than I am right now. I want to take my time to touch every inch of her body whilst the burning fire inside of me threatens to consume me and her both. It's a strange feeling that I cannot describe, but still crave it nonetheless. Her thighs part and grant me unrestricted access to her soaked pussy. A part of me wants to dive down, lavish her, lap up her juices, feast on her, but another part of me, the animal part, wants to drive my cock deep inside her until it hits her womb. A very selfish part of me, an irrational beast, wishes she wasn't protected, wishes that the seed that I am about to spill inside of her will lead to the creation of another child, our child. The thought of impregnating her drives me mad with lust, and I push her even more into the mattress of our conjugal bed.

"Tobias, I need you," she whimpers as I rub myself against her, almost erupting as I feel her softness.

I look into her eyes, just for a moment, enough to see the love and want in her own eyes, and that's all I need.

"You know you only have to say a word, and I will stop," I remind her softly, my voice shaking, my whole body trembling with excitement. She nods her head, and pulls my head back down. She kisses my lips, but doesn't deepen it, as she pulls away and whispers in my ear.

"I will never ask you to stop. I trust you. I want you to take me, and I want to give myself to you, the same way you give yourself to me."

Damn! I never thought I could get any harder than I already am. I kiss her cheek, staring at her beautiful eyes, and align myself with her. We've done this so many times I could do this blindfolded, but I love to watch her fall apart as I first enter her.

I hold myself up on my left arm, reaching between us, purposefully touch her sensitive clit, eliciting a groan from her, as I take myself into my hand, and rub the head against her moisture. Coating it generously, I finally push a little into her, just enough to be locked in, and look up at her. She smiles lovingly at me, and that's all I can take. I push myself hard inside her, making her call out my name. I feel her tighten around me, constricting me painfully as an incredible heat envelops me. She came. She almost always does when we are both so worked up, and I take her hard. We both love it. And I would lie if I'd say it isn't a fantastic ego boost, knowing that I can satisfy my woman with just one thrust. But we're not done yet. I am not done with her yet.

I wait a few moments for her to calm down, but not enough to let her relax into slumber. I watch her face carefully. Her features are forever imprinted in my mind and heart, as I slowly pull back out. Her eyebrows furrow, not in pain or frustration, but in a mix of anticipation and annoyance that we aren't fucking already. I almost laugh remembering the one time that I held back during one of these insane sessions, and she yelled at me to stop being a gentle lover and to fuck her pussy already before she dries out. Ha, as if that could ever happen. In that particular moment, I gave into my own lust and urges, and pounded into her so hard I was afraid that she might break. She didn't – she never will. It was only afterwards, when we were lying in bed that, we both burst out laughing at the craziness that always seems to overcome us in these moments.

I drive back home, hitting the sweet spot I know will drive her insane. I know her body better than I know my own. And yet, there are times when she surprises me. I feel her arms encircle me, her fingernails scratching the skin on my back, leaving marks of her own lustful possessiveness. I thrust deep and hard into her, increasing my speed several times, as I feel her hips buck upwards meeting me halfway. We've always been a team, no matter the situation.

I feel her orgasm approaching, and know mine isn't far behind, but I need more time. I pull out of her abruptly, causing her to groan. I don't give her time to say anything, and flip her over. She knows the drill. We sometimes go like this for hours, switching from one position to the other and, just as we near our peak, one of us pulls back to prolong the experience. It is frustrating as fuck, but, damn, when we finally reach it, it really is something else – and definitely worth the self-inflicted torture.

Her head is down on my pillow, her ass up in the air. I kneel behind her, grabbing her hips. I don't wait another second, and drive my rock-hard cock into her over and over again. She starts panting heavily, having a hard time to catch her breath. I wish I could touch her more, play with her beautiful breasts, suck on those perky nipples. I still remember the taste of her breast milk, and the thought alone makes my cock throb. Damn! I know we said we would wait for a while longer, but I think I'm gonna put a baby in her before initiation is over. She is always beautiful, but when she was pregnant, I don't really know why, there was a glow to her that just beckoned me to love her more.

The smacking sound of flesh against flesh combined with the squashy noise of her arousal and the grunts and groans we both let out, is a symphony of our lovemaking.

"Oh, baby, you are so tight," I moan. She groans in response when I smack her ass. It's not hard, but I know it turns her on. I feel her clench down on my shaft, and I bite my lip to stop the loud groan to escape my throat.

This is insane! I am on fire! I need her, I need her so much. I feel myself slip from whatever it is that makes me human, and turn into a ruthless beast. I pound harder than before, faster than before, anddeeper than before. Tris moans and growls, biting the pillow to stop herself from crying out. I hold onto her hips as if they were my lifeline, my anchor to reality as I take my woman savagely, passionately. She is mine, and I am hers, and it has been this way all along.

"Fuck, babe!" she groans out. "I'm almost there."

I feel myself nearing my climax, and reach around her lithe frame to find her clit. I pound her constantly, as I find what I am looking for and rub it in circles. I feel her tightening around my girth, and when I think I can't take it anymore, Tris comes hard on my cock, crying out my name, burying her face in our sheets, as I feel myself spill inside her, shooting ropes of my seed deep within her, coating her insides, claiming her, marking her. I call out her name, unable to keep my voice down, before I collapse on top of her.

I black out for a moment, because I barely register how Tris wiggles her way out from underneath me. She turns around, pulling my head over her chest, our bodies drenched in sweat and our combined juices. We are both panting, but with wide smiles on our faces. I want to caress and kiss her, but my body feels numb.

"Wow!" she exclaims in a whisper.

"Wow!" I copy her, my voice husky.

"I hope we didn't wake Rose," she states after a long moment of silence. I strain my ears to listen for a sign of our daughter being awake, but, thankfully, the apartment is filled with silence. I know we should get up, and take a shower, but I am too content to do that.

"We need to shower," Tris speaks again, staring at me. I pout, and she laughs, "you know, you could take me against the tile wall in the shower," she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows. In an instant, I jump up, causing her to giggle, as I round the bed, and pick her up. I throw her over my shoulder, and hurry into our en-suite. I am still holding her, head upside down, as I turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature before I step inside.

We have our round two in there, followed by round three back in the bedroom, with Tris on top this time. How I'm ever going to survive the sex withdrawal is beyond my comprehension.

It is almost seven a.m. when we finally take a real shower, cleaning each other of the sweat and bodily fluids of the night of love and passion we just shared. As much as I love making love to my wife in the shower, I also love these moments when we just clean each other. I wash her hair, and she washes my back in return. It's not always sexual, in fact, while very sensual, most times we are in the shower, it's loving, caring. We would usually discuss our plans for the day or I would ask for her opinion on a problem I can't solve. We are very young, and when we make love it's invigorating, but when we are so domestic it feels as if we've been together our whole lives.

"Can you check on Rose while I dry my hair?" she asks, as she steps out, and puts her bathrobe on.

"Sure." I kiss her cheek, as I quickly dry off, and walk into our bedroom. I put on some briefs, and open the window to freshen up the room. I pull off the sweaty sheets, and put them in the hamper to wash later.

I walk into my daughter's room, and find her already awake, and playing with her stuffed unicorn, telling the imaginary being some story.

"Daddy," she squeaks with a smile when she sees me.

"Good morning, my sunshine," I tell her, and pick her up. She giggles happily, as I blow some raspberries on her tummy, before I hold her close to my chest, adoring the smell that is uniquely my baby. "Are you excited to see your friends in daycare?" I ask. I look at her and she nods her little head, puckering her lips. I chuckle. She wants me to give her a kiss. She did that a lot before she started talking. I hold her up, and kiss her cheek, making her giggle, and push my face away from hers. I look at her confused, and wonder why she did it.

"It's the stubble," my wife tells me, as I turn toward her voice. She is still in her bathrobe, but her hair is braided. "It tickles me, too," she adds with a chuckle, as she reaches out her arms to greet our girl.

"Mommy," Rose squeals, excited. Tris pulls her out of my arms, and snuggles with her before kissing her cheek. I run my hand over my face as I watch my girls smiling happily at each other, wondering if I should shave.

"Don't you dare!" Tris warns. I look at her confused, and she steps closer. She snakes her free arm around my neck, and pulls my head down to hers. Our lips connect in a sweet, loving kiss, before we get interrupted by our toddler.

"Kiss, kiss!" Rose says excited.

"Don't shave. I love the scruff. I don't know, makes you more handsome," Tris mumbles with a blush. I give her a crooked smile, and kiss the top of her head.

"I'll keep it then, even if I tickle my girls when I kiss them," I tease, and as if on cue, both of them giggle.

I take Rose from her mother, and tell Tris to get ready. We need to eat breakfast, and then she and those who are to go to the Hub will meet at the entrance to the Pire. The Choosing Ceremony is to start at noon, and we don't want her to be late. This will be a very long day and an even longer initiation, I think to myself.

A/N: What did you think of the steamy part of this chapter?

Soon, Tris will face her past. Will she be able to conquer her fears and come out victorious or will the trauma she endured in the Eaton household overwhelm her?

I'd love to hear your opinions on it.

Love, CloakSeeker.