Roxanne's fingers dig into his shoulders even harder as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her hips move faster, desperate for release but terrified of giving in completely. The tension between them grows with each thrust, building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume them both.

Her body arches backward as the tension inside her snaps like a rubber band, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She cries out his name, her voice muffled by the sheets beneath her. Her hips jerk and twitch as she comes apart in his arms, her body shuddering with release.

For what feels like an eternity, they lie there, catching their breath and feeling the aftershocks of pleasure course through them.

My gaze drifts back to Jeremy, and I try to find some trace of kindness or compassion in his features. But all I see is the same twisted delight that consumed him during our time together. A chill runs down my spine as I realize that even though he's freed me from one prison, he may have trapped me in another.

"Thank you," I say finally, "For getting me out of there." My words are tinged with gratitude and fear alike.

"No..." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "But... I don't know if I can trust anyone ever again." The thought of opening myself up to more pain and betrayal is almost too much to bear.

Jeremy studies me for a long moment before speaking. "You don't have to make that decision now," he says gently. "Take some time to yourself, get your bearings back. Maybe then you'll be ready to face the world again."