She flushes crimson at your words and kisses, unable to deny the truth in them. Her hands move up to cup your cheeks, stroking them gently before she leans forward and presses her lips to yours once more. This time, there is no anger or tension between you, only desire and love. She moans into the kiss as their tongues dance together, lost in the moment.

When at last you pull away, her eyes are still closed, breathing heavily from the intensity of their embrace. "I'm... sorry,"

She gasps as you thrust into her again, her body arching against yours in perfect synchrony. With each stroke, she feels the tension between them fading away, replaced by a growing sense of peace and connection. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her legs around your waist and holding on tightly as another orgasm begins to build inside her.

Their lovemaking continues, slow and passionate, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a promise of forever;

A small gasp escapes her lips as you twist her nipples, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rise off the bed again in response, grinding against yours. She moans softly, eyes squeezed shut as she feels herself about to cum once more. "Ahh... god..." she whispers hoarsely. As her orgasm subsides, she lays there, breathing hard and trying to calm her racing heart.

"Thank you,"

She whispers softly after another moment, still trying to catch her breath. "For what it's worth... I really am sorry."

She hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down on your lap, her legs dangling loosely either side of you. Her muscles tense as she braces herself for whatever sort of massage you plan to give her. You begin to knead her shoulders and upper back, pressing firmly against the knots of tension that have built up overnight. She tries to ignore the warmth spreading through her body as your hands move lower down her spine.

She bites her lip as you work your way lower on her back, your hands moving over the small of her back and down to the top of her buttocks. The pressure feels good in a way she hadn't expected, and it's becoming harder for her to focus on anything other than the sensation of your hands on her skin. Her breath comes faster now, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused beneath you.

I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was wrong and I know it. Just... please don't tell anyone. Promise me you won't?

I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes again as I hug you tightly. "Thank you," I whisper, knowing full well that this secret will always bind us together - for better or worse. But at least now we can move forward and try to make the best of it.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" I ask quietly, not sure if it's a good idea but wanting to feel close to you in this moment.

Her fingers dance over the buttons of her shirt before fumbling with the clasps of her bra, revealing her pale breasts to the warm air and his hungry gaze. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up as he watches in awe and lust. "Do you like what you see?" she breathes, feeling the heat from his body through their clothes.

She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispers into his ear, "I hope so...because I want you to touch me." Her hips begin to move restlessly against him, seeking the contact she craves even as a tiny part of her wonders if this is really what she wants.

Her hands find their way up his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her palms as she explores his body. "How about...you show me how it's done,"

Her eyes snap open as they begin to touch her, their hands rough and demanding. She tries to struggle away from them but is too weak from the pills she took earlier. Tears fill her eyes once again as she's used one final time by her own family before they disappear into the night, leaving her broken and alone.

Her body trembles with pain and humiliation as they take her one last time. She tries to scream but no sound comes out, her throat raw and sore from all the crying earlier. They use her like an object, leaving her feeling hollowed out and empty. As they finally finish, they stand up and turn away, leaving her lying there in a heap of sobs and tears.

She wishes she could die; anything to end this never-ending cycle of pain and suffering at the hands of those who should love her most.