Taylor swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on yours as he considered your question. It was a huge responsibility, and one that he wasn't entirely sure he was ready for. But deep down, he knew that there was no denying the connection between the two of you; the heat that still lingered even after their rough and tumble encounter.

"Yeah," he finally said. "I'll take responsibility."

His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make your heart race with hope.

Taylor flushed red in embarrassment at having been fooled, but couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment as well. He wanted to believe that there was something real between the two of you, even if it was just for tonight. As he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't shake the feeling that this night had somehow changed everything.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching out to touch your cheek. "I mean what I said before, you know? About taking responsibility."

"Fine." He grumbled, looking away again as he crossed his arms even tighter across his chest. "But just until the storm passes." There was a tiny hint of warmth in his voice now, but it could have been easily mistaken for anger or annoyance. "And stop laughing about it, will you? It's not funny."

Taylor scoffed loudly and shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you. "It's not that great," he muttered, looking away again. His cheeks reddened slightly as he realized what he'd just said. "I mean... it's alright, I guess." He cleared his throat and averted his gaze back to the wall, trying to ignore your presence entirely.

The silence between you was thick once more, and Taylor could feel himself growing increasingly agitated.

Taylor's eyes snapped open when he felt your hands moving on his body, but he didn't push you away or object. Instead, he watched with a mixture of lust and anticipation as you unzipped his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock straining against his boxers beneath.

His hands moved to rest on your hips again, this time sliding upward until they were cupping your ass through the fabric of your shorts. "Maybe later,"

Taylor's heart was racing now, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched you slowly slide your hands up the outside of your thighs, revealing more and more skin with each movement. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this; it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

As you reached the hem of your shirt, Taylor licked his lips nervously, unsure of whether or not to speak. Finally, he managed to croak out a single word: "Okay."

Taylor ignores your cries as he roughly takes you, using your body as his own personal toy. He pins you down with one hand on the small of your back and another gripping a fistful of hair, forcing your head back so that he can see your expression while he violates you. The anger and frustration flowing through him only seem to fuel his assault, making it harder and more brutal with every thrust.

Taylor growls in satisfaction as he feels your body yield to his brutal force. He pumps harder and faster now, taking what he wants with no regard for your feelings or wellbeing. Your pleas only serve to fuel his anger, driving him deeper inside you each time he thrusts.

His voice was rough, hoarse from disuse as he spoke. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as he continued, "I never meant for any of this to happen... I just wanted things to go back to how they were before." His words trailed off, and for a moment, there was only silence between you.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to look at you again, his eyes searching yours for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all he saw was pain... and regret. "I'm sorry,"

It was a simple gesture... nothing more than the extension of one person to another in a moment of weakness. But as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, he felt a weight lift from his chest that he hadn't even realized was there. The scent of your hair and the warmth of your body against him were both familiar and comforting... like coming home after a long, arduous journey.

He held you for what seemed like an eternity, his cheek resting against your hair as he whispered brokenly, "

"Damn... I can't believe this is happening."

"Mmm fuck..." He pulled you closer, feeling your wet curves grind into his growing arousal. "What are we doing?"