Page 84 of Their Blood Rite

Archie lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist as he pins me to the wall.

Then he kisses me, claiming my mouth with skill and hunger. His hand glides into my hair and grips it at the roots, tugging hard as he keeps me close.

His other hand grabs at my backside, digging into my flesh hard before he lowers me a little.

Low enough so his hard cock can rest at my entrance.

‘Wait,’ I pant, utterly breathless but so fucking turned on I’m struggling to get my thoughts in order. ‘Wait…’

‘You want me to stop?’ he asks, his heavy breaths landing on my lips as he looks up at me. ‘Say the word. I’ll stop. No questions. No anger. It’s completely up to you, Pixie.’

‘I’ve never…I mean…’

‘I know you’re a virgin. If you want me to stop, I will. Your first time is important.’

The strange thing is he’s being serious. He’s taking me seriously, and I know he would put me down and carry on as if nothing happened if I said stop.

But that’s not what’s holding me back.

‘I don’t exactly… know… I mean… I just…’

His brow remains raised.

‘I just had my tongue in your vagina. I think we can skip being delicate. Spit it out, Pix. What’s on your mind?’

‘I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,’ I whisper, feeling my face burn hot. ‘It feels nice now. But when it goes further, females always scream.’

Images of Thalia and the other girls come to mind.

‘Will it hurt?’ I ask.

‘It fucking better if I’m your first. Not exactly small here,’ he laughs gently.

His fingers tease my opening, slowly trailing back and forth as he looks up at me.

My head falls back, and his mouth teases my nipple. He sucks and nips, making it pert and full of nerves.

‘But it will only hurt for a second, and then you’ll be begging for more,’ he says, easing his fingers inside me. ‘I like to be in control, so just do as I say. If you need me to slow, say so. If you need me to stop, I will. Listen to your body, and if it’s telling you something I should know, then fucking say so. Shame, embarrassment and sparing my feelings have no place in fucking. I want to make you scream in pleasure. Not scream in pain or terror. I don’t get off on making girls cry. I get off on hearing them moan.’

I look down at him, my fingers gripping the mess of wet hair atop his head.

‘You’ll make my first time memorable?’

‘I’ll make your first time fucking unforgettable in all the best ways, Pixie.’

I reach down and take him in my hand.

My eyes widen as I feel the sheer size of him.

‘Oh. I like that look on your face,’ he smirks. ‘Shock. A little bit of fear. It suits you. Now. Move your hand back and forth,’ he urges. ‘Stroke me.’

When I go to look down, he slams me into the wall.

‘Eyes on me, my little blood whore. Now do as you’re told and stroke my fucking cock.’

I slowly start pumping him as his tip rests at my opening.

His head falls back, and his mouth falls open.

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