❝Help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
 My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god❞

Chapter Three: 
Dangling the Bait
(cont'd)

Every cell in my body screamed at me to stop. To stop kissing him, touching him, craving him...but my sense of resistance had died the moment he'd pressed his lips against mine in that damn car. I fumbled with the key to my hotel room, awkwardly backhanding it into the key hole all the while occupied in filling myself up in his poisonous kisses.

"Fuck this," he growled impatiently, separating his lips from mine only momentarily to open the goddamn door. We stumbled back into the dark room, not bothering to turn the lights on. Once again, he sealed his mouth over mine and I moaned into his kiss.

Fuck self-resistance. Fuck abstinence. This was to die for.

I was still shocked by how soft his lips were. He was masterful, demanding, yet gentle in the way he teased my mouth open, his tongue dipping inside to dare a taste. I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the toned muscle concealed beneath the layers of the suit. The universe wasn't really cursing me, no. It was rewarding me. I tugged at his shirt, attempting to unbutton it but patience was not his virtue. He just tore it off, as simple as that.

I wanted to take a good minute to marvel at the wide expanse of muscle in front of me. To touch every inch of his chest, and feel the sculpture of perfection beneath my fingertips. But he had other plans.

His hands moved down my back to my ass, cupping the globes in his hand before turning me around and pressing himself closer into me. I smiled, feeling that I wasn't the only one wanting this so bad. Without thinking, I ground myself against him and he let out a groan that bordered on filthy. One hand snaked in front and between my legs, prying my thighs apart, the other got to work on unzipping my dress.

"You know," I sighed, closing my eyes as he sucked on the nape of my neck, one long finger trailing down my back as the zip went further down, "you still haven't told me your first name."

He stilled. "It's Hans," he rasped, unmoving. "Hans Castellan."

"Hans Castellan..." I repeated, his name flowing off my tongue like a melody. I thought I felt him tense behind me but whatever it was was gone the moment I turned to face him. I trained my eyes on his face, taking note of the pools of desire in his eyes as I stepped back. With my hands, I slipped the ruined dress off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor, a puddle at my feet.

I watched him soak me in, his eyes raking from top to bottom, stopping at the swell of my confined breasts before meeting my eyes again. I watched a man look at me in a way I hadn't allowed for anyone to in years. And I watched as he took a step forward, his frame towering over my own before he touched me again, sending me into oblivion.

It burned. Every part of me. From the heat spreading from my toes to the knots unfurling in my stomach, to the very center of my core...everywhere he touched me lit fire. We fell back into the bed and his hands shot out to grip my wrists, pinning them above my head.

"Stay," he ordered.

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes fluttering shut. Hard kisses and nips along my collarbone, followed by the heat of his palm above my covered breasts, groping and tugging at the nubs. Hans made a quick job of undressing me from that point, his hands skimming along my skin to unhook and slip off the last of my underwear. My hands were fisting the sheets by the time he was crouched on the ground. I watched him through hooded eyes as he spread my legs apart and kept them there, his hands hooking below my thighs.

His eyes lingered on the sight before him, lips pulling into a satisfied smile but his eyes told a different story. I had deprived myself of the emotion that was on his face; unbound carnal lust.

"Stay," Hans repeated, his voice that of a losing man.

I felt his hot breath against my inner thighs as his head moved closer. A soft kiss here, a tender lick there...that was as far as he could go before losing all restraint.

My fingers clawed into the sheet with the first touch. The fire within me flared into an inferno as Hans fits his open mouth against me, causing my hips to buck out of control and demand more already. His hands steadied me firmly, pushing me back down into the mattress as I whimpered in desire.

"Easy," he hummed, the vibrations having all kinds of effects. His fingers dug into the skin of my waist, making sure I wouldn't struggle against him this time but oh, how I wanted to. Hans huffed and draped his tongue over my slit, teasing the opening before retreating. Again, and again, he played, all the while going further each time until all I could make out was the pulse between my legs and the daring mouth of the man to incite it.

He sucked, nipped, and tongued his way into me. My hands journeyed to his hair and he didn't stop me as I tugged and pulled at the strands, frantic. The combination of his stubble grazing my inner skin and the tongue that fucked into me is what set me off. Heat pounded through my core before bursting, like hot lava on ice, and consuming everything in its path.

I shook, clawed at the sheets and cried out as waves of pleasure wracked my body. All through out, his mouth did not stop, continuing its ministrations with the addition of his long, experienced fingers, until there was a second...third...a fourth time. By the time he was sated, I had lost it all.

"Was that good for you?"

Is that even a question?

I could all but nod my head, my muscles having turned into nothing. Hans rose to his feet at the edge of the bed, his eyes glazing over the prize of a symphony he'd just produced. The moonlight had the most enchanting effect on his eyes. It was his most noticeable feature and as the seconds wore on, I realized that they had this mystifying quality. Unlike before, the silver rays streaming into the room made his formerly glacial, blue eyes look almost darker; similar to the depths of an ocean bed. The flecks of his gold in his other green eyes shone brighter, aflame, as he moved closer to the bed, his hands unfastening his belt buckle.

"Does your father have heterochromia too?"

The question slipped out before I could stop it and as expected, the smirk slid off his face. Hans stared at me blankly, like I'd just uttered the stupidest thing aloud. His hands stilled on his belt, eyebrow raising.

"We're about to have sex and you're asking me about my dad?"

My post-orgasmic mind has the tendency to wander places, okay?

Biting down on my lip, I propped myself up on the bed by my elbows, my black hair fanning over my shoulders as I did so, and gave him a shameless shrug.

"Well, yeah."

He snorted, getting back to work on his belt.

"You sure are something, Tris Henderson."

I wasn't sure how to take that. I wasn't given much time to decide, really, as he dropped his pants, and with it, his briefs. It was too much, too fast because right before me stood my mortal enemy, Hans Castellan, in all his glory. He captured my reaction with a boyish grin as my eyes widened to the size of saucers. I tried not to look at it, really I did.

"Like what you see?" Fucking tease.

I cleared my throat and met his gaze, trying to contain the blush rising in my cheeks.

"I can work with that."

Work with that? He was going to destroy me.

I didn't phrase my concerns out loud as he climbed on top of me, the mattress sinking beneath his added weight. Hans caged me in underneath him, one knee propped on either side of my waist. He tore apart the condom wrapper with his teeth and pulled it on in seconds, all the while, eyes never leaving mine, trapping me in their two separate worlds of ice and fire.

My lips parted when he bent down to suck on my neck, at the spot he'd identified as sensitive. A hand kneaded my breast, another snaking in between my legs and dipping inside the velvet heat. I let out a traitorous moan, my eyes closing as the familiar tingles started all over again.

Having sworn off sex, I hadn't been left with much alternatives except for my hands to pleasure me all these years but there was something different in being touched by a man who knew his way around the bed. His fingers were rough but stroked me like he was playing a violin, inciting music from my lips. But I craved more. The growing wetness was a testimony to that.

"Hans."

My hands on his back redirected themselves to his face, forcing him to stop suckling at my clavicles and look at me.

"Fuck me."

His eyes widened, ever so slightly at my words.

"Now."

I didn't need to ask twice. I spread my legs for him and without further preamble, Hans entered me.

My eyes drew shut at the prickle of pain that shot through as my body welcomed all of him. He stilled for a while, slightly gyrating his hips against mine in circular motions before steadying his breath. I opened my eyes to see him watching me, surprised at the concern knitting his dark brows. He was restraining himself. What was he waiting for?

I nodded my head, ever so slightly to let him know it was okay. Pulling out of me to the tip, Hans thrust in again. The friction was deliciously painful. It was like losing my virginity all over again.

"Fuck, you're so tight. How are you this tight?" he grunted, the voice of a madman teetering on the edge of never.

I bit down on my lip to stop from crying out. Hans saw this and stilled momentarily, hooking his hands between my thighs and forcing them around him. Our eyes remained locked together as he withdrew and rammed in, forcing a near gasp out of my lips. He did it again, harder, and harder, and harder still until everything muted out into white noise.

The bed rammed against the wall as he grew furious with his thrusts. Pain gave way to pleasure, the thickness of him inside me appreciable as soon, I was standing at the precipice. My hands knotted in his hair as I moaned like a whore in a voice I couldn't place as my own.

"Yes, right there, Hans. Ahh - fuck!"

My cries encouraged him as he growled, his mouth ravaging my breasts as he continued to pound into me, hitting all the right spots. I was positive I would feel him inside of me for days after this.

And just like before, I fell apart again, this time with him inside me.

The tell tale burn of an invisible flame spread through, starting at the center of my body till it had all but devoured. My body arched off the bed into his as with one final animal thrust, Hans emptied himself inside me.

I closed my eyes, mouth parting as my cries ricocheted off the walls into nothingness. Hans shuddered above me, his hips still moving in quick, empty thrusts as the after shock of the orgasm had us both reeling. I felt him roll off of me, our ragged breaths clouding up the space between us.

I wish I could say that was it. That that was as ugly as it had gotten before I'd gotten dressed, packed my bags and left him in bed with nothing but the memory of a one-time fling. It would have been the right thing to do but something told me, that nothing about this was ugly. The feel of his hips snug against mine as he had moved inside of me had felt anything but wrong. And that's why, when he turned and kissed me again, I didn't stop him. When he touched me again, I let him. As the minutes turned into hours of unadulterated pleasure, I couldn't keep count of how many times he made me come. I didn't want to.

He built me up piece by piece only to tear me down again and start it all over, delivering me euphoria.

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Song: Closer by Nine Inch Nails (BOOM: title reference)

Dedicated to riaajames for being super supportive of my smexiness and never doubting my writing. I love you babe <3

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