Dylan loves Sweetheart unconditionally and is dominant. He is very handsome and is a CEO of a large company, so he is rich.

Sweetheart is considered short. She is self conscious about her weight even though she is just curvy. Not only that, but she is not confident about Dylan's love for her even though he loves her very much.

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Startled, Sweetheart stares at Dylan as he grabs her arms and shakes her, "What are you doing?!" she gasps, tears welling up in her eyes as she sees the blood from her cut on his hands.

She looks down at her legs, feeling disgusted that he found her in this state. "I-I'm sorry Dylan. I-I didn't mean to hurt myself..." she stutters.

She looks up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding, for forgiveness. "I just don't know what to do. I feel so ugly, so fat... and I don't want to be that way for you."

Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip, trying to hold back tears.

Dylan shakes his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, "You are not fat. You are curvy, and those curves make you beautiful. You are perfect just the way you are. I love you, and I love every inch of you." He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Do you understand me?" He asks, his voice stern but gentle.

But she still didn't believe him. The words felt hollow, like he was just saying them to make her feel better. She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I-I can't believe you, Dylan. You're just being nice."

Dylan growls, anger flashing in his eyes. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth.

"I'll show you." And before she can react, he lifts her up off the ground, her back pressed against his chest, and carries her over to the bed.

He lays her down, straddling her hips, and looks down at her, his face just inches from hers.

"You are so beautiful and sincere, and you don't believe me. Well, I'm going to fuck you until you do."

He growls, and without further warning, he pushes inside her, filling her up with his huge cock. She moans, her body arching off the bed as pleasure courses through her. But still, she doesn't believe him.

She can't. Not until she sees it in his eyes, feels it in his touch, and tastes it in his kiss. So she cries out, "Fuck me harder! Make me believe it!" and Dylan does just that, thrusting deeper and harder, his powerful body slamming into hers over and over Dylan looks at her hands and ties it with his neck tie to the bed frame.

He kisses her neck and her earlobes and moans as he fucks her. "You are mine, and I will never let you go" he whispers in her ears. Her hips move rhythmically to meet his thrusts. Her moans turn to soft cries as she felt him hit a certain spot inside her. Her hands struggle against the restraints as she wants to touch him but cannot.

She arches her back as her orgasm washes over her. He continues to thrust deep inside her as her body convulses in pleasure. Her screams of pleasure echo in the room as her body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm.

Sweetheart thought "Finally," but Dylan was not yet satisfied.

He kisses her tenderly and wipes the sweat from her forehead. "We are not yet finished, I will engrave it in your bones how beautiful I think you are and how much I love you."He grabs her hands that were still tied to the bed and started to trust again.

His thrusts became deep and powerful, hitting that certain spot every time. Sweetheart moans and cries his name as she feels him getting closer.

Her body trembles with every thrust and her hips meets his with more urgency. "Oh Dylan, I love you, I love you, I love you" she whispers between breaths. He looks at her with love and passion in his eyes and smiles as he feels her body tighten around him. He thrusts deep one last time, filling her with his essence, and collapses on her, their sweaty bodies still joined.

He looked down at the angel which was his Sweetheart and kissed her softly. "I love you, I will always love you, you are perfect just the way you are."

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with love and tears. "I love you too, Dylan, and I promise to never hurt myself again. You're my everything." He smiled with satisfaction and reached out to untie her hands. "Come here, my love, let's cuddle and watch a movie. We'll order some pizza and forget all about this."

Just as he finishes untying her, he looked down and saw how wet he was and how she was dripping with is love. He grinned. "Looks like you're still mine." She giggled and snuggled closer to him. "Always, Dylan."

They lay there, holding each other, for the rest of the night, their love and trust stronger than ever.

Sophie walked into a coffee shop and sat at her usual table. It was a bright day, but she was not bright at all. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had broken up with her 4 year long boyfriend and had come to this coffee shop to ponder on her self-worth. Not only that, but she knew in her heart that her now ex would always bring down her self-esteem for his own benefit, but she always thought that having someone to look at her was all that she needed. After her constant visits to the coffee shop, her eyes always seem to linger at the counter, a very handsome man always catches her eye. She was shy and couldn't bring herself to talk to him, not while she had a boyfriend. Now she was free. She felt like she could breathe again. She ordered her usual cup of coffee and waited for the man at the counter to acknowledge her presence.

Aaron glanced over at the table where the girl sat, and his heart fluttered a little. He had seen her before, and he knew she was beautiful. But she always seemed so shy and sad. He wished there was something he could do to make her smile. He had never approached her while she was with her boyfriend, but now that she was here alone, he felt like he had to say something. He walked over to her table and cleared his throat gently. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "My name's Aaron. I've seen you here before. You're looking a little down today. Is there anything I can do to help?"

She looked up at him, a small smile forming on her lips. "Oh, hi Aaron. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Sophie." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Yeah, today's just been a really bad day. I guess I'm just not used to being on my own." She shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you or anything. I don't mean to."

Aaron smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Sophie. I'm here if you need to talk or anything. And trust me, you're not a bother. In fact, it's nice to have someone to talk to." He paused for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private to talk? Maybe get out of this place for a while?"

Sophie hesitated for a moment, feeling a little nervous. Aaron seemed really nice, but she wasn't sure if she should trust him. After a few seconds, she decided to take a chance. "Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Let's go." She gathered her things and followed him to the back of the coffee shop, where there was a small, private room. They sat down at a table, and Aaron ordered them both a drink.

Sophie took a sip of her drink and then looked up at Aaron. "So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, a little nervously. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and how gentle his voice was. She was beginning to feel a bit more comfortable with him.

Aaron smiled warmly. "Well, we don't have to talk about anything in particular. I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?" He took a sip of his drink before continuing. "And if you ever want to talk about him, you know, your ex, I'm here for that too. I won't judge you or anything."

Sophie felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she listened to Aaron. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I've been with him for so long, I don't really know what it's like to be on my own. I feel like I've lost a part of myself." She took another sip of her drink, gathering her thoughts. "I guess I just need to figure out who I am without him."

Aaron nodded understandingly. "That can be a tough process, but it's also an exciting one. It's like being given a blank canvas, and you get to paint whatever you want on it. You can reinvent yourself, become whoever you want to be." He paused, then asked gently, "Do you have any ideas of who that might be?"

Sophie thought for a moment. "I've always loved to dance, but he never really liked it. I think I'd like to start taking classes again, maybe even join a group. And I've always wanted to travel, see the world." She bit her lip. "But I don't know if I can afford it on my own."

Aaron's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's awesome! You should definitely start dancing again and explore travel options. As for the money part, maybe we could help each other out. I mean, we could go together, split the costs. And I'm sure there are ways to travel cheaply, like using travel sites or even couchsurfing." He grinned. "We could even do a dance competition together, you know, to raise money for our trips?"

Sophie grinned back at him. "That sounds like a lot of fun! And it would be great to have someone to share the experience with." She paused, feeling a little guilty. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm only interested in hanging out with you because you're offering to help me out or anything."

Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I'm just being a friend, that's all. And it's not like we're tied down to each other or anything. We can do our own things too." He took another sip of his drink. "But it's nice to know that you have someone who's got your back, you know?"

Sophie nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "Yeah, it is." They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Then, suddenly, Aaron leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. It was soft and tender, and it took Sophie by surprise. When he pulled back, she could feel a blush creeping up her neck.

"I-I didn't expect that," she stammered. "I mean, I'm flattered, but I don't want you to think I'm just using you for this."

Aaron smiled reassuringly. "I understand. I just thought it would be nice to show you how I feel. And trust me, I'm not just using you for your travel plans. I genuinely like spending time with you, Sophie." He reached out and took her hand. "So, what do you say? Will you be my partner in crime for these adventures?"

Sophie looked into Aaron's eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Yes," she said softly. "I'd like that very much." She leaned in and kissed him back, this time more confidently.

Aaron felt himself growing more aroused as they kissed, and he slipped his hand under her shirt, tracing soft circles on her bare back. He could feel her responding to his touch, her body pressing against his. He pulled back, breathing heavily. "We should probably head back to my place," he whispered. "It's getting late."

Sophie nodded, her heart racing. "Okay," she managed to say. She pulled away from him, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Then, taking Aaron's hand, she followed him back to his car.

Once they were in the car, Aaron reached over and put his hand on Sophie's knee, slowly sliding it up her thigh. "So," he said, trying to sound casual, "I've been thinking...about that dance competition idea." He traced circles around her hip, feeling her bare skin through her shorts. "Would you want to do it together, or should we just keep it between friends?" His other hand found its way under her skirt, teasing her through her panties.

Sophie gasped as Aaron's touch sent shivers down her spine. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, we could do it as a dance competition and then maybe see where it goes from there..." She trailed off, unable to think straight with his fingers dancing on her skin.

"It could be fun," Aaron murmured, leaning closer to her. "And who knows...maybe we'll end up winning and getting some sponsorship or something." His hand moved higher, teasing her over her panties. "But first," he whispered, "we should get you all warmed up for it, don't you think?" He paused, waiting for her response.

Sophie could feel her body responding to Aaron's touch, her breath coming faster. "I-I don't know," she managed to say. "What about..." She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. Her heart was pounding, her skin tingling with anticipation.

"Well," Aaron said, grinning, "I was thinking we could head back to my place and see where the night takes us." He glanced at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "What do you say, Sophie? Are you ready for some adventure?"

Sophie bit her lip, her body aching for him. "I-I don't know," she said, her voice barely audible. "I've never...I mean, I don't know if I'm ready for that."

Aaron reached over, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Sophie," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "I promise I'll take good care of you. I won't push you to do anything you're not ready for." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "But if you want this...if you want me...I'm right here, waiting for you."

Sophie closed her eyes, the heat in Aaron's touch spreading through her. She wanted him so badly, but she was still so nervous. "I-I don't know," she whispered. "I mean...I want this. I want you. But I'm scared."

Aaron's heart ached hearing her admit that she wanted him, but was still too scared. He hated that she was so unsure. He knew she'd be fine with him, and he wanted her to feel that too. With a determined grunt, he picked her up and pressed her against the door to his room, their lips finally meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss. His tongue darted out, seeking entrance to her mouth, and she eagerly opened for him.

Sophie moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she returned his kiss with equal passion. She wanted this, wanted him, and the more they kissed, the more she forgot about everything else. The world melted away, leaving only them and their desire for each other.

Aaron pulled back slightly, breathing heavily as he looked into her eyes. He could see the desire burning in them, and it only fueled his own passion. "Sophie," he whispered, "are you sure you're ready for this?" He paused, waiting for her answer as he traced circles around her lips with his thumb.

Sophie nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I want you," she managed to say, her voice barely audible. "Please, Aaron."

The feel of her words against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. He growled in response, pressing her harder against the door as he deepened their kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth as his hands wandered lower, cupping her bottom and lifting her up against him. He could feel her wetness through her panties, and it only served to fuel his desire.

Sophie whimpered into his mouth as his tongue tangled with hers, her body arching against his. She felt so hot and needy, and she wanted him to take her right here against the door. She reached up, running her hands through his hair, digging her nails into his scalp, moaning into the kiss.

Aaron's heart pounded as he pushed her harder against the door, their hips grinding together in time with the urgency of their kiss. He moaned into her mouth, tasting her sweetness as his hands moved up her back, cupping her breasts through her shirt. He could feel the pressure building inside him.

Sophie gasped as Aaron pushed her away from the door, her body eager to feel more of his touch. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, his hands firm but gentle on her arms. She looked up into his eyes, her breath coming in short pants as she waited for him to do something. Anything.

Aaron growled, pushing Sophie against the door with enough force to make her gasp. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue dueling with hers as one of his hands found its way up her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. His other hand squeezed her ass, grinding their hips together. The feel of her, the taste of her, was driving him wild. He could feel his control slipping, and with a groan, he picked her up, carrying her over to his bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him and deposited her on the bed, following her down and pinning her beneath his weight. Her legs were spread wide, and he could feel the heat emanating from her core. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her panties aside, and then he was touching her. "You're so wet," he growled into her neck, his fingers moving in a circling motion around her clit. "So fucking wet for me."

Sophie arched her back off the bed, moaning into Aaron's touch as he fondled her. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Aaron," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Please..." She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him filling her up. She squirmed beneath him, her hips moving restlessly against his hand.

Aaron growled, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed her harder against the door. His hands wandered lower, cupping her bottom and lifting her up against him. His other hand slid up her shirt, teasing her nipple through her bra. His tongue tangled with hers, their kisses becoming more frantic as desire overtook them both.

Sophie moaned into his kiss, her body pressed against his as he held her against the door. She arched her back, pressing her chest forward, offering him more of her breasts as he teased her nipple. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her hips moving restlessly against him. "Aaron," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I need you."

Aaron's breath came in ragged gasps as he nipped at her neck, the taste of her skin driving him wild. He growled in approval as she arched into him, offering more of her breast, and he took advantage, cupping her breast through her bra, pinching her nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

Aaron's rough touch sent a jolt of pleasure through Sophie, making her gasp and arch further into his touch. She felt the material of her panties being torn away from her body, and then his warm breath was on her, her center. "Oh, God," she moaned, her hips writhing as he began to eat her out. His tongue danced expertly, circling her clit, teasing her until she was on the edge of release. "Aaron..." she breathed, her voice shaking. "Don't stop..."

Aaron groaned, his tongue moving faster as he heard her pleading. He knew just how to touch her, how to make her lose control. He thrust his tongue deeper, sucking on her clit as he licked and teased. He felt her body trembling beneath his touch, her hips beginning to buck wildly. He pushed her legs further apart, giving him better access to her folds, his tongue diving deeper as he tasted her sweetness.

Sophie cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she felt the sensation of his tongue on her. She arched her back, her hips bucking off the bed as she lost control to the pleasure coursing through her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her moans mingling with his growls. She could feel herself getting closer, the tight knot beginning to form deep inside her. "Aaron," she moaned, her voice strained. "I'm...I'm going to..."

Aaron growled in satisfaction as he felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his tongue. He thrust his tongue deeper, sucking harder on her clit as he felt her orgasm building, building, building. He was so close to release himself, but he held back.

The sensation of Aaron's tongue on her clit was almost too much, and just as she felt herself starting to lose control, he pulled away. Her breath came out in a ragged gasp as he withdrew his tongue, leaving her aching and needy. "Aaron," she moaned, her voice strained. "Please..."

His hot breath fanning across her swollen folds. "Not yet," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come undone around my cock." His hand moved between them, guiding his length to her entrance, and then he pushed forward, slowly but surely filling her up. Her tightness felt incredible, and he groaned as he bottomed out inside her. "Fuck," he muttered, burying his face in her neck as he held the bedframe their bodies joined in a single, perfect union.

Aaron's hips began to move, his cock thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her face contort in pleasure. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his, his tongue dancing with hers as he continued to drive his hips forward, deeper and faster.

Sophie felt Aaron's hot breath against her, the anticipation building as he held back, waiting. She arched into him, her body already on the edge, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. His hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as they became more frantic, more urgent. She moaned into his kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she felt him begin to move faster, deeper.

Aaron felt her body tensing beneath him, her muscles clenching around his cock as her orgasm neared. He knew just how to make her lose control, and he did it again and again, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, muffled by their kiss, but he could feel her body trembling with release as she came, her inner walls squeezing tightly around him.

Sophie felt the tension building, the familiar tightness in her core as her orgasm neared. She could feel Aaron's thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate, and she knew he was trying to make her come. She moaned into his kiss, her hips moving in time with his, their bodies in perfect sync. When she finally felt the rush of pleasure wash over her, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her cries echoed around the room, muffled by their kiss, as she arched her back off the bed, her body shuddering with release.

Aaron felt Sophie's body shudder beneath him as she came, her cries of pleasure filling his ears and sending shivers down his spine. He held her tightly against him, feeling her weight lean into him as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. As she mumbled "I love you" into his chest, he could feel the warmth of her breath. He knew he loved her too, and as they lay there, spent and satisfied, he could feel his heart racing, his cock still buried deep inside her. He almost couldn't believe what she had said, but he could feel it too: the connection between them, the love they shared. It was real, and it was intense.

Sophie lay in Aaron's arms, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She could feel him inside her, warm and hard, and she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. As she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, she couldn't help but whisper the words that had been on the tip of her tongue for so long: "I love you, Aaron." She felt him tense beneath her, and for a moment she thought she'd made a mistake, that she shouldn't have said it, that it was too soon. But then he turned his head to look at her, his eyes searching hers, and she could see the truth in them.

Aaron listened to Sophie's words, feeling them wash over him like a warm blanket on a cold night. He couldn't believe she'd said them, but at the same time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He wanted to hear her say it again, to know that she meant it. So, he held her tighter, kissed her deeply, and whispered, "Say it again."

Aaron's heart raced as he felt her body tensing beneath him once more, her hips lifting off the bed in perfect sync with his thrusts. He could feel the tension building within him, her words echoing in his mind. "I love you, Aaron." He couldn't help but smile as he buried himself deeper inside her, her walls gripping him with a tightness that only she could provide. "Say it again, baby," he murmured against her neck, feeling her moan into him.

Sophie felt the familiar tension building within her as Aaron's thrusts grew harder, faster, deeper. She arched her back off the bed, meeting his movements with a fierce desire that she hadn't known was possible. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that only he could give her. As he whispered in her ear, urging her to say the words again, she knew she couldn't hold back any longer.

Aaron felt the warmth of Sophie's moans against his skin as she arched her back off the bed, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. The words she spoke were like a drug, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't get enough of hearing her say them, and so he continued to urge her on, his voice low and insistent. "Say it again, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I need to hear you say it."

Sophie felt the words welling up inside her, demanding to be released. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn't help but moan them out as she came for the second time, her body shuddering beneath Aaron's touch. "I love you, Aaron!" she cried, her voice echoing through the room.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat as he felt Sophie's body tense beneath him, her moans filling the room. The words she'd spoken were like a balm to his soul, a confirmation of everything he'd ever felt for her. He thrust harder into her, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm as he sought release, wanting nothing more than to feel her warmth surround him. "That's it, baby," he gasped, his hands digging into her hips. "Say it again."

Sophie could feel Aaron's desire building inside him, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. She moaned his name as she felt him pushing deeper, harder, her body trembling with the force of their lovemaking. Her hips rose off the bed to meet his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she cried out his name again and again. "I love you, Aaron!" she cried, her voice hoarse from pleasure and need.

Aaron felt the familiar tightening in his chest as he felt the approach of his own release. He drove into her harder, faster, desperate for the connection he craved. "Say it again, baby," he growled, his hips pumping wildly as he felt his climax building. "I need to hear it."

Sophie felt Aaron's body tense against hers, the anticipation of his release filling the air. She moaned his name as he thrust harder, deeper, his hips pounding against her own. Her body arched up off the bed, meeting his movements with a desperate hunger, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she cried out once more. "I love you, Aaron! I love you!" She could feel the heat building between them, the connection that only they could share.

The feel of Sophie's body beneath him, the taste of her skin on his lips, the sound of her moans filling the air...it was all too much. With a groan that was half-sob and half-moan, Aaron thrust deeply into her one last time, his body shuddering as he came, his release spilling deep inside her. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully as he fought to keep control, to hold on to this moment, this connection between them.

As Aaron's body trembled above hers, Sophie felt his release within her, felt the connection between them grow even stronger. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as her own body continued to tremble with the aftermath of their lovemaking. "I love you too," she whispered, her voice hoarse from pleasure and emotion. "You're everything to me." Tears welled up in her eyes as she nestled her head against his chest, feeling the strength and warmth of his emotions radiating through his skin.

Aaron held Sophie close, his heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent as he struggled to find the words to express how he felt. "I love you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You are everything to me. You make me feel... complete." He kissed her forehead, his lips trembling as he fought back tears of his own. "I never want to lose this. Not ever."

Sophie felt Aaron's heartbeat slow as they lay together, his breathing deepening. She snuggled closer, her body already beginning to relax into a deep sleep. "I could never lose you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts beating together. "I don't want to even imagine that."

Aaron held Sophie close, feeling her breathing even out as she drifted off to sleep. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. He knew he should sleep too, but for now, he just wanted to savor this moment with her, to hold her and remember the way she felt beneath him.

As the minutes ticked by, Aaron found himself growing more and more content. The gentle rise and fall of Sophie's chest as she breathed, the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat echoing in his ears...it was all so peaceful, so right. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with images of their future together.

Nia is a sweet typical A student and have had a crush on Vic since childhood. Vic has a sort of playboy attitude but he has never actually dated or slept with a girl because he has been I love with Nia from kindergarten and has become obsessed with her. Vic flirts with girls that flirts with him so that he can make Nia jealous. Nia and Vic has a very close relationship.

Nia and Vic are childhood friends. Vic loves Nia to the point of obsession.

Nia gets confessed to and when she is home she tells Vic that she thinks she should date the guy who confessed to her but Vic said he will get Nia some water and he drugs the water and gives Nia. Nia drinks the water and is unable to talk and move. Vic tell her how much he loves her and he sleeps and has his way with Nia.

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As Nia lies motionless and unable to move or speak, Vic leans in close to her, his eyes filled with a mix of love and desperation. "Nia, I know I've never really given you a choice in this... but I can't lose you. Not now, not ever. Please, understand." His voice is pleading, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Vic gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling slightly. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember. You're everything to me, Nia. You're the sunshine when I'm feeling down, the moonlight that keeps me company at night. Without you... I'm nothing." He trails off, his words becoming more desperate as he sees the unmoved expression on her face.

Nia tries to shake her head, to tell him no, but her body won't cooperate. She can only look at him, feeling a strange mixture of anger, confusion, and something else she can't quite place. She wants to hate him for what he's done, but there's something in his eyes that makes her heart ache.

"Vic..." she manages, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry, but I... I can't." Her heart breaks as she sees the devastation on his face.

Vic's expression crumples, and he leans in even closer, his lips mere inches from hers. "Please, Nia. Don't make me do this. I'll give you anything you want. Just say the word and I'll be yours." His words are laced with desperation, his fingers tightening on her arm.

Nia feels a wave of nausea wash over her as she realizes the depth of his obsession. She struggles against his grip, wanting to be free of this nightmare. "Vic, let me go," she manages, her voice growing stronger. "I don't feel the same way. You have to accept that."

"I can't accept it," he whispers, his grip tightening once more. "Not after all this time. Please, Nia. Just give me a chance to prove myself. To show you how much I love you." His words are pleading, his eyes beseeching her for understanding.

As if to emphasize his point, Vic leans in and presses his lips against hers, his kiss urgent and desperate. His hand moves up her arm, caressing her shoulder before slipping beneath her shirt, brushing against her bare skin. Nia can feel the heat emanating from his body, feel the rapid beat of his heart against hers.

Vic's touch is skilled, his fingers knowing just how to stroke her and make her body respond. As she lies there, unable to move, every sensation seems magnified, every touch sending shivers through her. She tries to push him away, but it's no use; he's too strong, too determined.

Nia tries to resist, but it's becoming harder and harder as his touch sends tingles through her body. She can feel herself starting to respond, despite her best efforts to resist. His kisses, his touch...they're too much. Too good. She tries to tell him to stop, but the words won't come out right. All she can do is lie there and try to fight against the pleasure that's building inside her.

Vic senses her resistance beginning to crumble, and he takes advantage of it, his kisses growing deeper and more demanding. His other hand moves down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, caressing her bare skin before finding its way between her legs. He spreads her lips with his fingers, feeling the heat emanating from her core.

The sensation of his fingers on her most intimate parts is overwhelming. She tries to push him away, but it's no use; he's too strong, too insistent. His lips trail down her neck, sucking on her flesh as his hand moves between her legs. She can feel him pressing against her mouth, the head of his erection seeking entrance. Her body betrays her, responding to the pleasure even as her mind screams for him to stop.

Vic takes in a sharp breath as he feels her body tensing beneath him. He knows she's close, and he presses harder, faster, determined to bring her to climax. His fingers dance across her sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring her mercilessly. He sucks on her breasts, drawing one hardened nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. And finally, as her body arches into his and she lets out a long, shuddering cry

As the pleasure washes over her, Nia's world narrows to nothing but the feel of his skin against hers and the sensation of his fingers moving inside her. She can't form coherent thoughts, can't even try to resist anymore. His lips are on hers again, demanding and insistent, as his fingers continue to stroke and tease. She whimpers into his mouth, arching her back as he presses deeper, harder, filling her in the most intimate of ways.

Vic feels her body tensing underneath him as she approaches the brink of climax. He knows just what to do to push her over the edge. His fingers move faster, circling her clit expertly as his mouth finds its way back to her breast. He sucks hard, drawing out a moan that vibrates through her entire body. And then, when she's finally on the verge of release

She cries out, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm that rips through her. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, her nails scrape down his back as he pushes her over the edge. Her body arches, and she feels a hot, wet rush between them as she squirts for the first time in her life. It's intense, overwhelming, and she can feel the strength of her muscles as they clench around him, trying to hold on to the pleasure.

The feeling of her inner muscles clenching around his fingers is enough to send him over the edge. He groans, thrusting his hips forward as he feels her tight, wet heat envelop his erection. His lips trail down her neck, finding her breast once more. He suckles roughly, teasing the nipple with his teeth as his other hand slides down her stomach, cupping her wetness. She feels incredible, and he knows he's not going to last much longer.

Nia moans as he suckles at her breast, arching her back further into the sensation. She feels him move against her, pressing deeper, and she can feel his hardness against her leg. He's so big, so thick, and it feels incredible as he pushes inside her. Her body trembles with the effort of containing the pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to keep from bucking up off the bed.

Vic feels the tension in her body building with each thrust, each touch. He knows she's close, and he wants nothing more than to send her over the edge. With a growl, he slides his hand between their bodies, finding her wetness once again. His fingers press against her clit, circling it expertly as he thrusts deeper inside her. She's so tight, so warm, and he can feel her body shudder with each orgasm that washes over her.

Nia's cries echo through the room as her body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Vic's fingers are expert, knowing just how to push her buttons, driving her wild with need. His lips and tongue are equally skilled, sucking on her nipples and making her entire body tingle.

Vic feels her body tense and shudder beneath him as she comes apart in his arms. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, her body arching off the bed as she is consumed by the wave. His own release is swift and powerful, his hips jerking as he spills himself deep inside her. As he comes, he feels her muscles contract around him, and then again as she squirts for the second time, a hot, wet rush that coats them both.

Nia lies panting on the bed, her eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. She feels warmth pooling between her legs, and looks down to see Vic watching her, his expression a mix of lust and satisfaction. His erection is still hard, and he slowly strokes it, his eyes never leaving her.

He watches as her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms. His cock twitches in his hand, and he lets out a shuddering groan as he feels the climax building inside him. His hips jerk forward, and he comes, spilling his seed across her stomach in a hot, wet rush. He looks down at her, eyes burning with desire as he says, "That's it, baby. Take it all in."

Nia smiles up at him, her breath still ragged as she feels his seed spill over her stomach. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a kiss, their lips lingering together as she listens to his heart beat against her ear. She feels so close to him right now, like they're one person sharing one heartbeat.

Vic deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he tries to convey the depth of his feelings. As they break apart for air, he brushes a strand of hair from her face and says, "I remember the first time I saw you. You were in the cafeteria, surrounded by all those assholes. I knew there had to be more to you than they saw." He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Nia blushes at his words, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I remember that too. I was so angry and confused. I didn't understand why they treated me that way." She nestles closer to him, taking comfort in his strength.

Vic kisses her forehead again, his heart aching as he remembers seeing her with that other guy. "When I saw you with him, I was so jealous. I wanted you to be with me. I wanted to protect you." He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he has to say next. "I'm sorry I drugged you, Nia. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong, and it was selfish of me. I just wanted you to see me as someone you could trust."

Nia tenses slightly when he says that, but she listens intently. Her expression softens as he continues, and she finds herself unable to stay angry with him. "I-I know. It's just...it hurt, you know? I trusted you, and I thought..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

Vic cups her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Nia. From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Something I've never felt with anyone else. And when I saw you with him, it hurt so much. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I was here for you, that I would always protect you, and that I loved you." He kisses her softly, his heart racing at the thought of losing her.

Nia's heart melts at his words, and she feels herself falling even deeper in love with him. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and whispers, "I love you too, Vic. You're the only one who's ever really understood me." Her eyes fill with tears again, but this time they're tears of happiness and relief. "And I'm sorry too. I should have trusted you."

Vic holds her tightly, feeling her words wash over him like a balm. He knows that they still have a long road ahead of them, but for now, he's just glad to have her in his arms. As they sit together on the edge of the bed, lost in each other's embrace, Vic feels like he could stay like this forever.

As they lay together on the bed, lost in each other's embrace, Vic feels like he could stay like this forever. The weight of the world seems to fall away, leaving only the two of them and the intense connection they share. The air around them crackles with energy, charged with the promise of a future together.