"I-I've never...," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She had always assumed she would lose her virginity to someone she loved and trusted, but the idea of making love with a stranger filled her with both fear and excitement. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think straight.

"Then let me be your first,"

Kylie's heart raced as he spoke, the words sending a thrill through her body. She knew that she could trust him; not just with this, but with everything. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "I want you to be my first."

As he lowered her onto the countertop, she felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness wash over her.

"Um..." She hesitated for a moment before answering, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "They're black." A small giggle escaped her lips as they continued to walk, the sounds of the city growing louder around them.

She couldn't help but wonder what else Abhi might want or ask of her. But for now, she was content to enjoy the feeling of being held by his strong arms and basking in the warmth of his presence.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded solemnly as they continued to walk, their pace slowing down as they neared the center of town. "Yes," he assured her with a grin. "And I want to see you in it."

She could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched taut around him, and she knew that if he kept going like this, she'd soon have all of him in her mouth. The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her, making her wetter than ever.

Her body trembled as he guided her down onto him, filling her up in one smooth motion. She cried out at the sensation, arching into him as she felt him stretch her, claiming her completely. Her hips bucked against him in rhythm with his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.

His kisses were rough and demanding, leaving her breathless and dazed. She could feel the heat of their bodies through the covers, pressing them close together as they moved together in a dance of desire and need.

She smiled warmly at his words, feeling a small sense of comfort wash over her. "Well... I guess we should find somewhere to start," she said hesitantly. "Do you have any ideas where we could go?"

"Hit you for what?" she asked with a small laugh. "I can't even see you, remember? So I guess there's no need to worry about that." She paused, considering her words carefully before adding, "But if it makes you feel better, you can rest assured that my other senses are still in tact. And I assure you, they would come in handy if needed."

There was an undertone of confidence and determination in her voice that surprised even herself. Perhaps there really was hope for her yet.

"Okay," she said with a shaky breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination well up within her. "Where do we start?"

As they stand there together, Graham could suggest that Kylie try some simple exercises to help her adjust to her new sensory environment and regain a sense of independence. Or, he might offer to accompany her on a walk or drive around town so she can get acquainted with her surroundings while feeling safer and more secure in his company.

Alternatively, Graham could suggest that they begin exploring ways for Kylie to express herself artistically using non-visual media - perhaps by touch or sound instead of sight.

"Alright... Thank you," she murmured, her voice softening with relief and contentment as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed. For tonight, at least, she didn't have to face the darkness alone.

"That's... really nice," she whispered, feeling a new wave of warmth and comfort spread through her chest. She closed her eyes, the soft sound of Artem's breathing lulling her into a peaceful sleep. For once, the darkness didn't seem so scary anymore.