Elizabeth's cheeks flushed red at your remark. "I-I am sorry," she stammered, feeling a pang of guilt. "It's just... it's been so long since we..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought. "You must understand that this is a very difficult situation for me as well."

She sighed heavily and looked away, trying to regain her composure. "I will need some time alone to think about all of this," she said quietly. "

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, her heart racing at the thought of giving in to your desires once more. "I... I don't think that would be wise," she said finally, forcing herself to remain strong despite the temptation. "We must remember our place and not let our emotions overrule reason."

She turned away from you and began walking slowly toward the house, her back rigid with tension as she struggled to control the mixture of desire and guilt coursing through her.

With a shaky exhale, Elizabeth lowered her hands to her hips and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra. It fell away from her breasts, exposing them fully to the warm afternoon air. As Efe moaned against her hip, she felt his hands slide down her sides, skimming over her bare stomach and lower still until they cupped her bottom in a firm grip.

She bit back a cry of pain as he roughly pulled her toward him, grinding his erection against her exposed thong. "

Elizabeth's eyes snapped open at the feel of him entering her; despite her warning and his promise, he had crossed the line. She cried out in shock and pain as he forced himself inside her, her body tensing reflexively around him. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she stared up at the blue sky above, willing herself not to pass out from the agony.

"You selfish brat!" she spat through gritted teeth, struggling against his weight and strength. "

Elizabeth took a deep breath before responding. "It's important for us to respect each other's privacy and personal space," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "And it helps prevent misunderstandings or feelings of awkwardness."

They climbed into bed together, Elizabeth on one side and Efe on the other, their bodies close but not quite touching. The silence between them was palpable as they both tried to find comfort in each other's presence without crossing any lines.

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she considered the implications of allowing Efe to hug her. He was still young and innocent, but his curiosity about physical affection seemed to be growing. In the end, she decided to compromise once more. "All right," she said softly, "but keep your hands where I can see them."

Efe scooted closer to her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist as tightly as he could without actually touching her chest.