Chapter 34 - All For You.

— Tris

"Happy five years, Beatrice," he sits down next to me in the bed, running his hand over my loose hair.

I smile, "Thank you for bringing me back to you."

"It was my pleasure." He leans over me, trapping me between his arms. His lips meet mine and all I feel is hunger.

I'm safe with him.
I always know that I am, and I always will be.

In the heat of the moment, we separate. His weight lifts off me and I feel empty as a deep ache, a desire grows low in my stomach.

I want more.

"I have a question."

"Tobias..." I whine, my fingers of one hand on his lips, the other under his shirt, moving it upwards.

"I just have to know, before signing the big scary papers tomorrow to be tied to you forever and ever..."

I chuckle
I can't believe tomorrow I will be his wife.

"Beatrice Prior, I wish I had a third of the strength that you do. How did you do it? Stay strong all the years? When you were sixteen you wanted to give up, why did you keep fighting?" His voice is husky, and it turns me on. I can tell he is serious in his question though.

I am his, and he is mine.

"Tobias," my eyes meet his. He is propped up on his one elbow facing me. I move my fingertips from his lips to the side of his cheek.

"I did it all for you. I tried knowing that if I lived I would be with you, that if I had given up, I would never get to a point where I was here, in your arms, loving you."

There's silence for a moment and I notice his eyes grow moist.

"Say it again," he says, barely whispering.

"All for you."

His whole life he has felt like no one cared about him.
My whole life I have fought to be with him.
Now, we are together, and nothing is in the way.

I press my lips to his, surprised by my own strength and desire.

Years ago I was petrified of this moment.
Hell, just a few months ago I would wake up in shock he was still alongside me.

I've never wanted him like this.
Now, I can't think about not having him.

Anxiety gets filled by passion, and I feel as if I am beaming.

"I want you," I pull away from the kiss for mere seconds.

I know now that he would never hurt me.
I had forgotten it for a long time, way too long.

"Are you sure?" He separates us for slightly longer than last time, his eyes searching mine for doubt.

I kiss him harder, stronger.

My sixth fear was the least of my worries.
I had bigger problems in my life before now, bigger fears.

This fear, it is invisible.
It no longer has a need to exist.

His shirt already left his body before we made it to the bed. He is cautious with me, as if I will shatter if he touches me.

"Tobias," I am surprised by the confidence in my voice. "I want this. I want you."

He rolls on top of me, my head trapped by his arm as his one hand makes it's way under my shirt.

"Tell me if I make you uncomfortable—"

"Tobias, I'm not scared. Take me, dammit."

My shirt rises over my head and we separate momentarily for me to slip it off of my head. My lips find his once again as I begin to pull at his pajama pants.

Kicking them from his ankles, he moves his lips from my lips to my neck, his tongue lightly leaving a trail as he moves towards my chest.

Looking up at me momentarily, he slides his hand behind my back and finds my bra clasp.

"Tobias..." I whine as he takes my one breast in his hand, kneading lightly.

I want more.

He begins peppering kisses around the other breast, avoiding the sensitive nub in the center, the place I want him most.

I can not control the moan that escapes me when his hand on my left breast runs over my sensitive nipple. He chuckles, pleased by my reaction when he rolls the nub gently between two fingers.

"I want to make you feel good," he says I'm almost a growl before his mouth finds my right nipple, causing me to gasp and grip his hair.

I find myself reaching at his boxers, but my arms are too short and he is too far away for me to successfully pull them off.

I pull him back to my face, his tongue gliding along my lower lip as he gropes my ass, pushing at the hem of my pajama pants.

"Take them off," I manage to say between kisses.

Without breaking our kiss, my pants and underwear become lost and I'm suddenly aware of his hand on my bare lower hip.

I'm naked in front of the man I love.
I trust him.

I begin pulling at his boxers again, for he is closer to me than where he was before at his location in my chest.

He assists me with one hand, pulling the undergarments off of his ass and kicking them with his feet off of his body.

"I love you, so much, Tris," he says as he kisses me all over my face. His hand trails up my bare thigh and I shiver in anticipation.

I finally get a good look at his solid member standing out straight.

I smirk.
I did that.

I find myself mentally worry about his size and how he could possibly fit inside my small self.

Women do this every day, Tris.
It's natural.
And you have a solid pain tolerance, so you'll be fine.
It's Tobias.

I find myself reaching out to him, my fingers ghosting over his sack near his groin. Just a slight touch of my fingertips is all it takes for him to groan animalistic, a small amount of fluid releasing at his tip.

I smirk again.
That was me.

I love how such a small touch creates such an arousal in him.

However, I can't say that he doesn't do the same for me.

His fingers find his way to my center and I feel myself pulsating in arousal and anxiety.

"You're so wet, Tris," his finger runs up my folds and I feel myself loose control under his touch.

I carefully move my left leg out of his way, wanting to avoid any injury and granting him more space between my legs.
Who knows what could happen between the two of us.

"Tobias," I feel urgent. His one digit is still roaming the space between my legs, my moisture spreading.

I'm shocked by how instinctual him and I have become. The touching, the kissing, the sensitivity; neither of us has done it to any one else before.

He runs his finger over my sensitive nub and I gasp for air. The mix of the pressure of his finger and the lubrication from my center creates a sensation I have never felt before.

I want him to fill me.

I want him to fill me now.

"Tobias." I reach for him again, successfully running my thumb over his wetted tip.

"Tris, are you sure?" His eyes search mine, his one hand pushing some hair out of my face.

"Are you?" I ask him back skeptically, my hand still on his member, I flex my fingers slightly, creating more fluid to rise on the tip.

This isn't just my decision.
It's his too.

I shift my butt over so we are more centered on the bed, spreading my legs enough for him to nestle himself comfortably between them.

I've never felt this much arousal, this much passion, this much anticipation ever in my life.

Almost experimentally, he runs his tip along my folds, both of us moaning at the contact.

He looks up at me one more time and I nod, my heart racing.

At first the pressure is small, and I feel his fingers guiding his member inside of me.

I moan, smiling.

This isn't bad.

But there is more of him.
Much more of him.

I still feel his hand near my folds as his hips move upwards slowly.

Okay, that's a little uncomfortable.

My hand goes between my spread legs near his, cupping his hand.

He pulls out slightly, almost in a panic, and I gasp.

"No," I snap directly and he stops moving.

His eyes are locked on mine and I think he is more worried than I am.

"Tobias, just do it."

"I don't want to hurt you."

He removes his hand from his member and I feel where we meet.
I also feel how much of him is still left outside of me.

"I want you inside of me, Tobias. Push into me, please."

I move my hand from where we meet to his shoulder, my not moist hand cupping his face and pressing my lips to mine.

"It's going to hurt, but that's okay. Tobias, I want you so badly, I don't care about whatever pain."

I feel his hand at my entrance again, his tip digging into my flesh.

"Tris, you're so tight," he talks dirty to me, his voice deep with arousal.

The pressure gets less and less bearable the further that he pushes inside of me. I clench my jaw and inhale, swearing when he stops moving again.

It hurts.

"Tris, I'm hurting you," he worries.

I feel his hand leave his member and move to my breast, trying to ease my comfort.

Curiously, I reach down and feel where we collide.

He's barely moved.

"Tobias, take me. Don't prolong it, please. Pain comes before pleasure and I want to have sex with you—"

And he does it.
Before I even finish my sentence I gasp, my grip tightening on his shoulder as he takes my virginity.

"I love you, I'm sorry, I love you," He peppers kisses all over my face as I feel a single tear slip behind my ear.

"Thank you," I whisper, glad he found the guts to just take me and stop worrying about it so much.

My whole body is throbbing as I stretch to accommodate him.

Women do this every day, Tris.
This is normal.
I reassure myself.

I reach my hand between us again, the pain dulling and all I find is a small amount of his member and his sack outside of me.

Testing it out, I move my hips slightly.

"Are you okay?" His hands caress my face.

I nod and beg him to move inside of me, the pain turning to arousal as my walls lightly pulse around him from the intrusion.

At an antagonizing rate, he slowly separates us, his hips moving back and away from mine.

The pain is still there, and I wince when he begins to press our hips back together.

He's massive.

"I love you," he says over and over again pressing miscellaneous kisses over my neck and chest.

His hand finds its way between us, but he does not adjust his member like he was before.

He runs his thumb along my sensitive bundle of nerves and I gasp.

Shocks of pleasure make me moan as the pain becomes an afterthought.

How is he so good at this?

"Faster," I moan lightly, moving my hips to meet his. His thumb does not leave my clit, his other hand finding my hair and running his fingers through it.

He increases his speed lightly, his hips moving back and forth.

Both of his hands return to my waist, steadying myself as he pulls out more before pushing himself back inside of me.

"Is this okay?" His eyes search mine but he does not mess up the rhythm he has created.

"Yes— oh, Tobias!" I grip his brown locks when his one hand returns to my clitoris, his hips increasing a rate of movement once again.

"I love you, baby," his voice is husky, and I can't find the words to respond to him.

I want to tell him that I love him too, that I cannot wait to be married to him, and how I'm glad I trust him.

He smirks when looking at my face and I find myself gasping.

"I think you're close, love, aren't you?" His voice adds to my arousal.

"Yes—" I gasp, my walls feeling every inch of his pulsating member as he continues to impale me.

"Come for me, Tris," he increases his pressure on my nub, rubbing in small circles while his thrusts become more lazy and out of control.

He's close too.

"Tobias!" I screech, my mouth falling open as I feel a release in my lower abdomen. Shockwaves send through my body as I feel numb, my whole world going numb with pleasure.

I feel him swell inside of me as my walls clench during my orgasm. He groans, thrusting harder than ever a few times, the pain he causes me in those few seconds causes me to ignite again, my walls clenching on him as my body tingles again.

"Beatrice—" he gasps as a second orgasm takes over my body, his thrusts slowing as he releases his seed into me.

He thrusts a few more time, his hips meeting mine with a distinct sound, allowing both of us to ride out our highs.

I'm still pulling around his cock as he presses a kiss to my temple, my body unfamiliar with the sensations it has coursing through it.

"I love you," he says, pulling out of me almost all the way before pressing all the way into me again.

My senses go haywire as another orgasm rips through me with the single motion he makes.

It's like I can't stop.

With him still inside of me, I feel my walls clench around him. Automatically I throw my head back and close my eyes, strong pulsation intensifying as he takes my right nipple into his mouth, his thumb drawing small circles around my clit still.

All I feel is him.
His fingers.
His breaths.
His movements.
And all it does is intensity my pleasure as I come down from another high.

"That was amazing," he gasps.

Still catching my breath, I smile at him, his lips lightly grazing mine.

"I love you," I finally am able to find my words. He slowly pulls out of me and I whine, feeling suddenly empty.

He rolls off of his position hovering over me and I turn to face him on his side of the bed. I move over to him, my head lying on his bare, sweaty chest.

I hear his strong heart racing, and I press a light kiss to his chiseled breast. His arms wrap around my naked form and I close my eyes, my body still trying to comprehend everything that we just did.

"I love you," his voice is a ghost on my neck, his arms draped around my bare body.

I'm exhausted, but I've never felt more alive.

Being with Tobias in such a way I had never been before.

We are unbreakable.

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This chapter continues in Chapter 34 of All for You.

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So, that happened.

Yeah.

Thanks for reading!

All the love,
Kat