Archie's hands slid down the sides of the girl's hips, pulling her small frame close to him –– although his mind was shouting no, his heart wandered all around the place, definitely pushing him to do the wrong thing! He knew she hated him with a burning passion, but the urge to have her in all ways he possibly could was so strong. And there he was, pressing his lips against the skin on her neck, leaving soft, wet kisses, occasionally leaving a nibble. "Sh, I know you want me just as much as I want you," he muttered hoarsely against her neck –– knowing her hate for him would probably grow stronger now.













