She nods slowly and begins to rub her clit again, hard and fast. Her hips buck against his hand, urging him onward as she feels the familiar tightness building within her once more. "Come here," she whispers, beckoning him closer with one hand while continuing to pleasure herself with the other. "Drink my nectar." Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body tense with need and anticipation.

Her eyes meet his as he kneels before her, watching him intently as he opens his mouth. She moans softly and arches her back, guiding the flow of warm liquid to his eager lips. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as she feels herself letting go completely.

"Yes," she gasps, "that's it..."

Finally, she releases her grip on his neck and sits back on her heels, panting heavily. She looks down at him, studying his face for a moment before leaning forward and kissing his forehead softly. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "It had to be this way."

She stands up slowly, her body still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm, and begins to dress herself.

As she pulls on her clothes, she glances back at him one last time, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and satisfaction coursing through her veins. She can already feel the need building inside her again, but there's no point in trying to act on it now. There will be other victims, other opportunities for release.

With a final, almost regretful sigh, she turns and leaves the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind her.