FEARLESS

CHASM

"No". Emery hissed back. She shivered as his scent filled her nose, his minty breath with a dash of liquor , his cologne, his natural smell.

She fluttered her eyes away from his lips, turning her head a little before he caught it.

"Don't turn away from me", his touch was like fire on her cheek. She wanted to scream and shout at him, even hit him. But something stopped her. She didn't want to kiss him in that moment, but deep down she didn't want to hurt him either. Something was stopping her from doing both.

Emery turned her head the other way slowly, his hand slowly began running down to her neck as his lips collided with her cheek firmly. He licked a stripe up her cheek and then kissed her skin passionately, with an urgency and bubbling anger. He inhaled her as if she was smoke, wanting to touch and posses every part of her.

"I need to go", she said quietly but firmly.

"No", he said into her skin shaking his head. "No you don't". His grip tightening.

"Eric", she said with a little more urgency, shoving him off of her. "I need to go".

He flashed his teeth at her as he chuckled, looking down at the floor before returning his gaze to her. "Fine", he hissed. Shrugging his shoulders he moved to the side, seemingly to let her pass.

Emery swallowed as she took a step, however, within a second however his arm had coiled around her thigh and lifted her up. She screamed as he threw her over his shoulder, his hand running up the back of her leg, striding toward his bed.

"Eric!" She puffed out as he slammed her into the mattress. Quickly, he straddled himself on top of her, knees on either side of her waist.

"What?" He asked.

"Get off me".

"You're staying here tonight, that was the rule".

"Fuck you im not staying here!" She defended, trying to wriggle out from under him. Her efforts were misplaced however, Eric had her completely trapped. Her breathing got heavy as a glint twinkled in his eye. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to, he just slowly lowered his head; finally connecting his lips with her skin.

She didn't want it to but a small sigh of relief escaped her when he did, like she had missed the feeling of his lips on her.

Eric continued to place wet kisses along her chest, moving up to her neck and jawline, each one getting more possessive, dominating, passionate. And with each one she felt herself sink further and further into the bed, a pulse growing between her legs.

He got to her jawline before he pressed himself into her, she bit her lip feeling him through his trousers. The bulk of him massaging himself against her clit that hid underneath her clothes. Without thinking her hands latched onto his hair.

She had never felt this way. Abnegation isn't exactly matchmaker central. She had never been with anyone before, or even touched herself.

With this admission, his hands connected with her tits, fondling and squeezing them with such urgency. His fingers, which were usually rough and harsh, began to slowly and gently creep under her shirt and bra; glazing over the erect nipples underneath.

The feeling was strange and wonderful. It was like an itch building up from somewhere she couldn't pin point. An amazing itch, a pleasurable one she didn't want to go away; but she had to make something clear.

"Eric", she said, catching his face and moving his gaze to her own. "I'll sleep here, but that's all I'm doing. Sleep".

Eric narrowed his eyes, kissing his teeth before nodding, rolling off of her. He let out an uncomfortable sigh as he readjusted his trousers, his erection still pushing against his jeans. His jaw clenched as he ran his fingers through his hair.