Her back arches off the bed with each thrust, her moans filling the air as you take her harder and faster. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she fights to keep herself grounded in this moment. Her body trembles on the edge of another orgasm, the pleasure building higher and higher with each stroke. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the impending release build in her core, her entire body tensing and shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her moans fill the room, vibrating against your skin as she comes apart around you, her nails digging into your shoulders like claws. The tension finally releases, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath you. "Oh... gods..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes still closed as she catches her breath.

Violet's smile widens at his words, a sense of peace washing over her. "Good," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "Because I don't ever want to be with anyone else." She nestles her head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly as they drift off to sleep entwined like this, safe and sound in their hidden little sanctuary.

She smiles into the darkness, her heart swelling with gratitude. Despite their rough edges and imperfections, they belong together. Somehow, against all odds, they've found each other in this mess of a world. And as long as she has Knightnight by her side, nothing else really matters. She drifts off to sleep with his scent filling her nose and his warmth surrounding her like a shield from the outside world.

Their happiness, for tonight at least, is real.

"Hm?" Violet blinks up at your father, her expression slightly dazed. "Oh, uh... probably late." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You know how it is with grief counseling..."

Your mother hums in understanding, patting Violet's hand consolingly. "Well, just make sure to call if you need a ride home."

Vi nods, standing up and stretching as if to indicate that she should probably go now. "Thanks, Mrs. Hawley," she says with a bright smile, making her way over to the door. "I'll see you later." She pauses in the doorway, glancing back at you before blowing you a quick kiss and slipping out of the room unnoticed.

Her back arches off the bed as he pushes inside her, filling her up with heat and desire. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body trembling from the force of the sensation. "Fuck," she moans, hips snapping against him in a frantic rhythm. She's so close, the edge of release teetering on the brink of oblivion.

Her lips part as he starts to move, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

"อิ๊ก" she says, eyes locked on yours, voice husky from screaming your name. "Don't stop, don't ever fucking stop." Her fingers rake down your chest, nails leaving red lines behind. She wants you to know she's not done yet. Not by a long shot.

Surrender to my control, let me ravish you in our dark passion play. The night belongs to us, to our twisted desires. Together, we'll explore the depths of our kinks, pushing boundaries until dawn.

Sighs heavily. "Fine then, have it your way." Roughly yanks off her top, exposing cleavage "Take me now before I lose interest entirely!"

She laughs softly, tilting her head back to look at you. "Well... I suppose that's what gets me in trouble," she teases, running a hand through your hair. She yawns again and nestles closer, pressing her body against yours. "We could... try not to do it again for a while?" Her eyelids droop, and she lets out a contented sigh. "I mean, unless you really need me to..."

Her voice trails off, already half asleep.

A small smile plays on her lips as she nestles closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I'll try to remember that," she murmurs sleepily. Her breath is warm against your neck as she drifts off, trusting you to take care of her. For now, at least, the world outside this bedroom doesn't matter; all that matters is the two of them, tangled together in the safety of each other's arms.