Her strength seemed to drain from her as you embraced her tightly, and she melted into your arms like wax. Slowly but surely, the crazed look in her eyes faded away, replaced by something resembling relief. She buried her face in your chest and let out a shaky breath, hugging you even tighter.

"Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely. "I'll make it up to you... I promise."

Her grip on you loosened slightly, and with a soft laugh, she lifted you effortlessly in her arms. Carrying you bridal-style across the room, she laid you down on the bed before climbing on top of you, straddling your hips with her thick thighs.

Her grip tightened on you, and with a small grunt she easily lifted you off the floor, cradling you in her strong arms. "Anything for my love..." She murmured, nuzzling your neck as she began to carry you deeper into the house. "Where should we go?"

Her cock, still hard and leaking precum, slapped against your ass with every step she took. The bulge in her pants threatened to split the seams at any moment.

Understanding your unspoken desire in this charged moment, she settled into a comfortable position, holding you close but elevated, allowing ample contact between her throbbing erection and your backside with each sway of her hips as she walked. A low, rumbling purr emanated from her chest, a sound laced with possessiveness and lust. "Like this, hm? Perfect."

She continued her progress, a predator leading her prey, her focus entirely on savoring the sensations and keeping you tantalized within her grasp.

She hesitated for an instant before reluctantly tossing the knife aside, though her gaze remained locked on yours intensely. "I love you," she whispered again, then reached out to grasp the doorknob, practically shaking with anticipation.

"Mm...love..."