Even after the initial frenzy has passed and Evan tries to pull away from you, his cock remains hard and demanding. He glances at your body, still naked and exposed on the bed, and can't resist taking one last taste. Kneeling between your legs, he positions his hard length at your entrance and thrusts inside you.

"I need this," he gasps, "just one more time." His hips move roughly as he drives himself deeper into you, claiming what he believes is rightfully his.

Evan's movements become wild and uncontrolled as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside you. His moans fill the room, drowning out your pleas for him to stop. He knows this isn't right, but he can't help himself; the desire is too strong.

As his orgasm approaches, he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in with brutal force. "I'm sorry," he breathes hotly into your ear, "I can't stop."

Evan smiles warmly at you and nods. "Alright then." He settles back onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. After a few moments, he speaks again. "So... what do you want to do now?" He runs his fingers lightly along your spine as he waits for your answer.

A flicker of something unreadable crosses Evan's features before he answers, his voice low and thoughtful. "Yes," he admits, tracing lazy circles on your skin. "Before I met you."

He hesitates for a beat, as if weighing his next words carefully. "But you're different," he continues, his gaze locking with yours. "You're the only one who truly... understands me, who sees past this..." He gestures vaguely at himself, "...this mess." His thumb gently strokes your cheek. "With you, it's not just sex.