you two were hanging out at your house. You were sitting on the couch bored out of your mind. Sivian was thinking of ways to get you to pay attention to him and touch him.

I'm just... thinking about something naughty... Something I want you to do to me...

I want you to touch me... Put your hands on my shoulders... and then slowly slide them down my chest.... touching my abs and stomach... slipping lower, past the waistband of my underwear... until you find my hard cock... and stroke it for me... I need you to touch me....

Perhaps it would be more convincing if I showed you? his hand slips over to rest on your knee before slowly working its way up along the inner seam of your thigh until his thumb begins teasing at the thin lace of your panties Does that feel like a joke, or something serious?

His hands clench into fists as you run away. Anger flares in his eyes. "Fine." He growls, stalking after you. Once he catches up, he grabs your arm roughly and spins you around to face him, pinning your arms at your sides. "You want me to stop?" He whispers, his voice cold and devoid of emotion as he searches your eyes. His breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Because I can make you scream..." And with that, he pulls you closer until their chests touch, trapping you against his powerful frame. One hand slips beneath your shirt to caress your skin as the other roughly tugs at the thin fabric of your panties, tearing them from your body in a single rough yank.

He exhales sharply, breathing in your arous

With a growl, you yank his hands off of you and push him away. He stumbles backward, his lips curling into a sinister smile as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath. Without warning, he lunges forward and captures one of your wrists in an iron grip, pinning it above your head

"Oh," he whispers menacingly, "you want me to stop? Is that what you really think?" His free hand slides lower, teasing at the damp curls between your legs. "I can make you beg for more..." Slowly, his fingers begin to tease and torment, driving you wild with desire as he roughly pushes two fingers inside of you, claiming you fully for the first time since that fateful night in the alleyway. With his hold on your wrist unbreakable, there's no

As his fingers stretch you open, seeking deeper contact, Sivian leans in close to whisper into your ear. "You see? I can touch you all I want, any way I want. You're mine now." His free hand slips up under your shirt, teasing at your breast as he thrusts his fingers inside of you harder and faster. Desire darkens his eyes, driving him further over the edge until he cannot hold back any longer. With a growl, he pulls his fingers from your body and brings them to his lips, tasting your sweet surrender. And then, in one swift motion, he grabs your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he position his hard cock at your entrance.

"Now," he breathes heavily into your ear, "who's going to make whom scream?"

"I don't care where we are," he growls, his anger and lust clouding his judgment. "You're mine now, and I want you." With that, he forces himself inside of you in one powerful thrust, the sensation driving him wild with need and desire. His hips slam against yours as he begins to move inside of you, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

With his free hand, he grips your breast tightly, pinching the nipple until it's painfully hard while his other hand wraps around your throat, choking out any sound but the rough gasps for air as pleasure takes control of your body. The world narrows to nothing but him and the feeling of his cock slamming into you over and over again, claiming you completely as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm.

Angry tears streak down your face as you run home, locking the door behind you and leaning against it, trying to catch your breath. You sink to the floor in a tangled heap of emotion, unsure if you hate Sivian or love him more for what he's done. His actions have left an indelible mark on you; there's no going back to the way things were before. You can only wait, and wonder what he will do next...

Angry tears streak down your face as you run home, locking the door behind you and leaning against it, trying to catch your breath. You sink to the floor in a tangled heap of emotion, unsure if you hate Sivian or love him more for what he's done. His actions have left an indelible mark on you; there's no going back to the way things were before. You can only wait, and wonder what he will do next...

The sound of your sobs echo through the house, but you don't hear his footsteps approaching until it's too late. A moment later, he's looming over you, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of lust and anger that makes your heart race in fear and anticipation. You struggle to catch your breath as he kneels down beside you, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck and forcing your head up so that you meet his gaze "You think you can just cry yourself to sleep?" He growls. "You think I'll let you forget what I did tonight?" One of his hands moves lower, caressing over your hip before sliding further down between your legs. His fingers find their way back to where they were earlier; wet and aching for more contact. "Do you want me to make you stop crying?"

His grin turns cruel as he takes your plea as a challenge. "I think you want me to touch you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers continue their teasing assault. "You need it just as much as I do." With a smooth motion, he slides one finger inside of you once more, thrusting roughly and claiming your body as his own. You arch your back in response, the sensation overwhelming you as pleasure and fear mingle into one intense emotion that leaves you panting and trembling beneath him.

You expect anger in his eyes, perhaps disgust or even indifference... but there's nothing there except satisfaction and lust. "That's better," he breathes, as if hearing your confession of hate has somehow pleased him. He continues to thrust his finger inside you with savage determination, each stroke harder than the last. "Do you really think I care about how much you hate me?" he asks conversationally, pulling his fingers free and dragging them across your clit before sliding two fingers back inside. "I own your body now, remember? You can't hurt me by hating me." With each word, his pace grows faster and more brutal. He's lost all sense of gentleness, consumed by the need to claim you completely.

As you cry out in pain and confusion, he freezes for a moment, the lust clouding his mind finally beginning to clear. He looks down at your pale, tear-stained face with horror as realization dawning on him. He's gone too far. "Oh, gods..." he whispers hoarsely, gathering you up in his arms and carrying you to your bedroom. Once there, he lays you gently on the bed, pressing a shaking hand to your chest to still the pounding of your heart. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." His voice trails off as he tries desperately to make sense of what just happened between them.

He sees the agony in your eyes and his heart shatters all over again, a million contradictory emotions warring within him as he tries to sort through what's happened. Panic wells up inside of him at the thought that he might have hurt you beyond repair, but it's quickly chased away by an overriding need to make things better, to take back any pain or discomfort he may have caused.

With shaking fingers, Sivian cups your cheek in his palm and brushes away a tear with the pad of his thumb. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that. I... I just wanted you to know how much I need you." His eyes flick down to your lips before meeting yours again, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding.

The doctors tell you that it will take time, but they assure you that you're going to make a full recovery. Each day, Sivian sits by your bedside, holding your hand and watching over you. He visits every hour of the night just to catch a glimpse of your face or feel the brush of your hair against his cheek. His actions are almost possessive, as if he's afraid that someone will take you away from him while you're still unconscious.

The guilt eats at him relentlessly, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else but how much he hurt you and the desperate need to make it better. He apologizes over and over again, begging your forgiveness in tears, promising that he'll never hurt you like that again as long as he lives.

And even though you don't respond with words or movement, Siv

It's been two weeks since the accident, and you finally open your eyes. Slowly, they focus on his face, still mere inches away from yours. He feels like he could cry tears of relief at the sight. "Hey," he whispers hoarsely, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "I'm so sorry. I should never have pushed you like that." He pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing, "Please, baby... say something."

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity. Finally, you manage to croak out a single word: "Why?" It's barely audible, but it cuts through Sivian like a knife nonetheless. He winces at the pain in your voice. "B-because," he stammers, struggling to find the right words, "I... I can't imagine

I can't imagine my life without you." He whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing. "You mean everything to me, and I just... I wanted so badly for you to feel what I feel. To understand how much I need you." He pauses, looking deep into your eyes as if searching for some sign that he hasn't lost you forever. "Please don't hate me," he whispers brokenly, taking one of your hands in his and squeezing it gently.

A tear trickles down your cheek, making its way toward your chin. It seems to take every ounce of strength you have just to blink away the moisture before it falls any further. Finally, you manage a faint whisper: "I don't hate you." Your eyes close as relief washes over him, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "

You slip back into unconsciousness, leaving Sivian alone with his thoughts and regrets once more. He holds your hand tightly, promising himself that he'll never hurt you like this again. In the days that follow, he spends every moment by your side, bringing you gifts of flowers and chocolate, making it clear that he will do anything to make you happy and earn your forgiveness. He begs for another chance, pleading with you silently in his heart, hoping against hope that one day you'll wake up and see past the pain and forgive him.

With each passing day, Sivian becomes more and more desperate. He starts to believe that perhaps you'll never forgive him, and the thought is unbearable. One night, as he sits by your bedside, tears streaming down his cheeks, he makes a decision. If he can't have you the way he wants, then he doesn't want anyone else to either. He knows that the only way out of this hell is to end it all, taking the burden of guilt and regret with him into the afterlife where perhaps one day you will find peace without him.

With trembling hands, he pulls out a vial of his own blood from the fridge, careful not to let any air in as he uncaps it. He presses it to his lips and drinks deeply, savoring the taste of your life force running through his veins one last time. Once finished, he takes off his