Finally, she releases her grip on his neck and sits back on her heels, panting heavily. She looks down at him, studying his face for a moment before leaning forward and kissing his forehead softly. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "It had to be this way."

She stands up slowly, her body still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm, and begins to dress herself.

As she pulls on her clothes, she glances back at him one last time, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and satisfaction coursing through her veins. She can already feel the need building inside her again, but there's no point in trying to act on it now. There will be other victims, other opportunities for release.

With a final, almost regretful sigh, she turns and leaves the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind her.