I cut him off with my wide eyes. Wide and questioning as my nails dig in his scalp.
I don’t ask the question – the question that’s suddenly blaring in my head – but he hears it anyway and it hollows out his stomach on a large exhale.
Stupid Salem.
What’s wrong with me tonight? This is the second time I’ve fucked up.
“It’s okay. You don’t –”
But it’s his turn to cut me off with a curt answer. “She wasn’t.”
Meaning my sister wasn’t a virgin back when they got together, and for some reason I bring my thighs around his waist and squeeze him closer. My arms around his neck do the same.
Squeeze and hug.
His response is to stare at me for a harsh second as his cock becomes heavier, more swollen between our bodies, more ready to hurt me like he’s never hurt anyone before.
“I want you to hold on to me,” he orders.
I squeeze him with my limbs again. “Okay.”
“Hold on tight, understand? Dig your nails in if you have to,” he instructs and I nod, my heart filling up with so much love for him. “And if it hurts too much, tell me to stop.”
I bite my lip, trying to keep the smile – despite the stupid moment a second ago – at bay. “Arrow?”
“What?”
I lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thanks for teaching me.”
His eyes move over my face, all lustful and hot. “Pain in my ass.”
Then he lifts himself up and positions his cock at my entrance. I suck in a breath and hold onto him like he told me. We stare at each other for a second before he twists his hips and enters me in one go.
Heat and stinging pain explode in my belly but instead of crying, I smile.
I smile even though I feel myself bleeding.
Even though I feel his big, fat cock throbbing inside of me, trying to stretch my body more than it’s ever been stretched before.
Because he’s inside of me.
My Arrow is inside my body and nothing will curb my happiness.
No amount of pain or burn will make my smile go away even as a tear rolls down from the corner of my eye.
Arrow sees it though and gets worried.
His sweaty forehead crinkles with a frown and he comes down at me. He gathers me in his arms and licks my tears away.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby. It’ll go away, I promise,” he whispers, all gently and tenderly.
Lovingly.
My smile at the ceiling becomes even brighter then.
At the way he then proceeds to rub his cheek against mine as if in affection.
I smile at the way he keeps shushing me, running his rough palms up and down the sides of my body, trying to loosen up the tension in me. At the way he blows hot breath on the side of my neck and my shoulders.
