Page 46 of Pit

“Axel is sending you—”

“Please,” I say firmly, cutting off his words. “For one night, I want to be normal.”

He drops down beside me and lays his arm over his eyes. “You’re making this impossible,” he mutters.

I see my opportunity and climb over him. He removes his arm and his eyes shoot open, but I’ve already lined his cock at my entrance. “Te,” he shouts out as I sink down onto him.

Pain rips through me, and I cry out, digging my nails into his chest and squeezing my eyes closed. I’m frozen, too scaredto move in case the burning pain rips through me again. As it subsides, I relax slightly, risking a look at Pit. He’s staring wide-eyed. “It’s done now,” I mutter, feeling stupid.

“Get off,” he says quietly.

I swallow hard, placing my hands flat on his chest and slowly pushing myself up. The pain isn’t as bad, but I wince as it stings. Sitting beside him, I stare at the floor and wait for his rejection. Instead, his fingers gently run down my spine. “That’s not how your first time should be,” he mutters.

“It’s what I want.”

“Is it?” he asks, sitting up. “Earlier, you said you hated me.”

“It’s like a compulsion,” I mutter. “I hate you, but I can’t stop wanting you.”

“It’s not real,” he says. “You said it yourself—you’re not here because you want to be.”

“If you left the door wide open right now,” I say, glancing at him, “I wouldn’t leave.”

“It’s not locked,” he points out.

“And I’m still here.”

“Then go, Te. Let me go to sleep, and then run out of here.”

“And go where?” I cry, standing. I glance down at the blood on his semi-erect shaft and gasp. “Oh god, did I do that?” I look down between my legs and see smeared blood between my thighs. I instantly panic, holding my hands over my mouth as my breathing comes in rapid bursts.

Pit stands, gripping my wrists and crouching slightly to look me in the eye. “Te, I’m not hurt. Neither of us are. That happens on the first time.”

“I know that,” I cry, “but there’s so much.”

He smiles, pulling me to him and wrapping his arms around me. “It’s normal.”

I look up, and he’s staring down at me, still smiling. “We need clothes,” he mutters, his smile fading. His laboured breathingmatches mine, and his eyes darken. “Before we do something we regret.” And then he slams his mouth against mine, kissing me hungrily. I daren’t move or speak in case I spook him, so I allow his hands to roam my body as he claims my mouth.

He guides me backwards until my legs hit against the bed, and then we lower, me on my back and him braced over me. My legs fall open, and his cock rubs against me. I cup his face, grazing my nails over his neck and down his back. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine, peering down between us. “Fuck it,” he mutters, almost to himself.

I feel pressure as he presses the head of his cock to my opening, and in one swift move, he’s inside me, filling me up again. I close my eyes, gasping in surprise. “Relax,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I try, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. “I’m going to move,” he tells me. “I promise it gets better.” I give a stiff nod, and he smiles.

Placing a hand under my neck and using the other to tease my nipple, he begins to slide from me. He takes his time, gauging my reaction, and with each wince, he pauses, waiting for me to relax again before moving.

He lowers his mouth to my erect nipple and takes it in, swirling his tongue around it. I relax some more, enjoying the way he teases me. When he slides back inside me, it’s not so sore.

After a few more times, he groans, resting his forehead against mine again. “I’m gonna pull out and put a condom on. I need to be inside you when I come.”

He leans over to the bedside cabinet and retrieves a condom, kneeling up and ripping it open. I watch as he sheathes his erection, ignoring the blood.

When he settles back between my legs, he takes each of my hands and pins them beside my head, lacing our fingers together. “You good?” he asks, staring at me intently.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He smiles. “I’m sorry for what’s about to happen.”

I frown, but before I can ask, he pushes into me, and I cry out. This time, he doesn’t take his time. He slams into me and withdraws equally as quick, repeating it over and over. At first, it’s uncomfortable, but the faster he moves, the nicer it feels, like a scratch finally being itched.

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