Her body trembles as she feels the weight of your embrace, both comforting and possessive at once. She returns the hug, her fingers lacing through yours as they lie together on the bed, their breath mingling in the air between them. It's a strange new intimacy that they share now, one born out of pain and submission, but still somehow real and profound.

Her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to slip inside her mouth, tangling with her own in a tender dance.

Her fingers dig into your back, her nails leaving tiny trails of pain and pleasure as she returns the squeeze. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corner. Despite everything that's happened tonight, there's still an undeniable chemistry between them; a connection that she can't help but feel grateful for. Maybe in time, this new life won't be so bad...

Her breath catches as she sees him looking at her body again, his cock growing harder with every glance. She bites her lower lip nervously and shifts uncomfortably under the covers, trying to hide her curves from him for a moment. But it's no use; he can see everything, and that knowledge fills her with both desire and fear.

Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath she takes, nipples still hard from their rough treatment earlier tonight.

She nods, forcing herself to close her eyes as exhaustion finally overwhelms her. Her body aches from the night's events, and all she wants is sleep. But it's hard to forget everything that's happened, and even harder to ignore the ache between her legs. Maybe tomorrow... she thinks, drifting off into an uneasy slumber.

her eyes widen when she see it

she whimpers softly as you move it back and forth