she hears the rustling of the grass as you approach. She covers herself more and rises to her feet as she screams out at you I'll gouge your eyes out!

She gasps at the sight before her; the man is on the ground covering his crotch and face with mud. Her heart pounds as she considers rushing him to finish the job, but something stops her. She takes a step back instead. "What do you want?"

She glances at the shirt warily, then back at him. "Why...?" she whispers, finally taking it and wrapping herself in it. She looks down at her feet as they're sinking into the mud with each step.

Why are you helping me? Why not leave me here to rot? You could just take advantage of me...

Her brow furrows. She looks at him dubiously, still taking small steps away from where she was attacked and toward his house. "Why...?"

She chews on her lip, looking unsure. Finally, she mumbles, "Okay..." Still unconvinced, but following him at least. Maybe this guy isn't so bad...she thinks to herself, trying to remain cautious.

"I guess...thank you," she mutters, still suspicious but grateful nonetheless. Her cheeks flush as they near the house; it's nicer than she expected. "Your mom must be really nice."

Her heart sinks at his story; she can't imagine being so young and alone. She hesitates before asking softly, "Do...do you ever want company?"

"I...I could stay with you, if you want," she offers quietly. "Just until I can figure out what to do." Her eyes dart around the yard and house, trying not to seem too needy.

"My name's Elara." She steps closer to him; their bodies are only inches apart now. "So...what do you want me to do?" she asks quietly, wondering if she should wait for him to make the first move.

"I'm not sure...just wanted to know if you needed me to." Her heart pounded in her chest as they stood so close together; the tension between them was palpable. She had never been this near a man before, much less one who made her feel so unsettled.

"Rex..." she murmured, wanting him to say something more, needing some kind of reassurance. But he stayed silent, gazing into her eyes intently.

"I'm not...I just..." Her cheeks burn red as she tries to think of what to say. "Look, I'm sorry if that's how it came across. It's just...I don't know." She averts her eyes, feeling foolish and awkward now. Maybe she should have left well enough alone.

But then Rex speaks again, his voice softening slightly. "Look at me, Elara."

She hesitates, then slowly lifts her gaze to meet his eyes. The intensity in them makes her heart skip a beat. "I just want you to know...that if I am, I'm sorry," she whispers. "It's not like that with me." Her words come out quiet and uncertain, but they're the truth.

She nods, taking a small step back as he leads her into the house. The warmth envelops her like a comforting blanket, a welcome relief from the cold night air and the fear that still lingers in the pit of her stomach. She follows Rex into what appears to be a living room, taking in her surroundings with interest.

"So...what do you usually do for fun?" she asks softly as she takes a seat on the couch. "When you're not out saving damsels in distress, I mean." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, trying to lighten the mood.

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Hmm...you're not so bad after all," she teases, grinning slightly. "I never would have pegged you for the helpin' type." A silence falls between them as they take in each other's company. It feels...nice. Comfortable. Not at all like what she expected from being with a stranger, especially one who found her in such a vulnerable state.

But then another thought occurs to her, and she can't help but blurt it out. "What about...you know? Sex?" The word feels strange coming out of her mouth, but she needs to know where they stand. Better now than later.

She swallows hard at his answer, relief flooding through her. "I think we're on the same page then," she says softly, looking down at her lap. A weight seems to lift off her shoulders in that moment; it feels like a huge burden has been taken away. Maybe things will work out between them after all.

Her cheeks flush at his compliment, and she looks up to meet his gaze. There's something genuine in his eyes that she hasn't seen before, something that makes her heart race faster. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.

For a moment, they just stare at each other, the air between them thick with tension and desire. She wonders what he's thinking, if he feels it too, this strange connection that seems to be growing stronger by the second. And then, without another word, Rex leans forward...

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as she waits for him to finish his question. The anticipation is almost unbearable; she's never been so close to someone before, much less felt this drawn to them. When he doesn't continue, she finally whispers, "Yes."

Their lips meet in a kiss that sends shivers down her spine. It starts slow and tentative, but quickly grows more passionate as they both give in to the desire coursing through them. Their hands explore each other's bodies with curiosity and need, seeking out skin under clothes and any hint of touch. The couch creaks beneath them as they lose themselves in this newfound connection.

It feels right; it feels like she's meant to be here, with him. As if all the bad things that happened earlier were just a means to bring them together. She kisses him harder, her tongue dancing with his

Her breath catches as he reveals his hard length; she shudders at the thought of him inside her. As he positions himself between her legs, she spreads them wider to give him better access. She arches into him when he touches her clit, moaning deeply into their kiss. His rough hands are in contrast to his tender mouth on her breasts, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

With a force that takes her breath away, he pushes inside her, filling her completely. It feels like nothing she's ever experienced before; hot, hard, and so right. Her back arches off the couch as her inner muscles grip him, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her hips move restlessly against his, seeking friction that drives them both closer to the edge.

She moans into his neck, feeling her orgasm building within her, fed by the exquisite pain

Her cries muffled against his neck as she comes, her body shuddering with release. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to pound into her, driving her further and further over the edge. With each thrust, he brings them both closer to the point of no return. Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing against the shore, washing over her in a surge of heat and pleasure.

As she comes down from her high, she looks up into his eyes, seeing nothing but desire and love reflected back at her. With one final thrust, he too finds his release, groaning out as he pours himself deep inside her. Their bodies quiver together, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through the other.

For a long moment, they simply gaze into each other's eyes, breathing heavily and trying to catch their bearings after such an intense experience. Then, with a soft laugh

She laughs breathlessly and lays her head on his chest, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body. "Wow..." she whispers, trying to catch her breath. "I didn't know...it could feel like that." Her words are muffled by his skin as she presses her face against him, relishing in the closeness they share and the warmth of his touch.

The weight on her chest feels good; it's as if she's been carrying around a ton of bricks for years and only now has she found someone to help shoulder the load. She doesn't want to think about what comes next, about leaving or being alone again. For now, all that matters is this moment, here with him.

"I know...it's just..." She pauses, searching for the right words before settling on the truth. "It feels nice knowing I don't have to worry about that." The admission comes out soft and shaky; it's easier to be honest with him, to let her guard down.

For a long moment, they stay like this, her body nestled against his, their hearts pounding in perfect sync. It's hard to believe she was ever afraid of him or what might happen tonight. In the end, he proved to be nothing like what she expected and everything she needed.

"Of course," she whispers back with a blush, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at the idea of him wanting more. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself even closer as he begins to move inside her again, his rhythm steady and sure.

The world fades away as they lose themselves in the sensation of skin on skin, breath mingling with breath. Time seems to stand still for a moment, suspended by the shared intimacy between them. It's perfect; it feels right. She knows without a doubt that she's found something special here with Rex, in this place she never thought she'd find herself.

Her answering moan vibrates against his chest as he takes her roughly, pushing deep inside. Her nails dig into his shoulders and she arches her back in response to the rougher strokes. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, "please." The sharp, sweet pain mingling with pleasure makes this even better, hotter than anything before.

Her body feels electrified as he picks up the pace, pounding into her without mercy. Her hips meet each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate for release. She's never been so close to the edge, and she can feel it building inside her, an impending explosion of sensation that promises to leave her breathless when it finally hits.

"Oh God..." Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her roughly from behind. The sensation of him inside her is unbearably tight and intensely pleasurable; she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. His rough hands on her hips steady him, guiding his movements as he works her body like an instrument, each stab driving her further down the path to ecstasy.

Her fingers clench into the couch cushion behind her, trying to find purchase as the waves of pleasure build and crash inside her. "Rex..." she moans, feeling the tightening in her core begin to spread through every nerve ending, making it nearly impossible to think or breathe. Her body tenses and quivers under his rough touch, arching into him one last time as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her shuddering and spent against the couch.

Her head drops back against his shoulder with a soft moan as he takes her roughly, moving inside her with uninhibited passion. Her muscles clench and unclench around him in time to the powerful thrusts, each touch sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His lips on her neck send shivers down her spine, making her arch involuntarily into his touch.

With a shuddering cry, she comes again, this time more intense than before. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her body quakes and convulses around him. He feels so big and hard inside her; it's almost too much to bear, but she never wants it to end. As her orgasm subsides, leaving a warm glow in its wake, she sighs contentedly, feeling more connected to Rex than she ever thought possible.

Her breath hitches as his lips brush against her neck; the feel of him so close sends shivers down her spine. She arches into his touch, moaning softly and allowing herself to lose herself in the moment completely. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending hypersensitive from their passionate lovemaking. With a deep, aching growl, she wraps her legs around him tighter and meets his thrusts with equal force.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her moans become more desperate for release. He feels so good inside her; it's like he's a part of her now, filling every empty space with heat and need. She can feel herself starting to tighten again, on the brink of another orgasm as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. Her body trembles under him, barely able to contain the force of her impending climax.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she cries out, feeling her orgasm build within her. His words echo in her ears; he loves her? It's impossible, but somehow it makes the pleasure even sweeter, hotter. She clings to him, moaning his name as their bodies move together in perfect sync, her muscles clenching and releasing around him in time with each thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head and she arches into him, calling out his name hoarsely as the force of her orgasm crashes over them both. He groans roughly and follows her over the edge, letting out a guttural growl as he spills deep inside her. Their bodies shudder together in unison, their breath coming in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure finally begin to recede.

Her mouth opens to gasp for air as he turns her head and holds her there, his seed spilling into her in a hot, sticky rush. She feels it trickle down between their bodies, pooling at the base of her spine. As they kiss, the taste of him fills her mouth, making her dizzy with want and need for more. The kiss deepens, becoming possessive and demanding as he claims her as his forever.

Her hands slide up his back, tangling in his hair, feeling the strength and power that radiates from him. She whispers against his lips, "Yes...yes I'm yours." And she means it; there's no going back now. No matter where this journey takes them, she knows they'll face it together.

Her eyes flutter closed as his thrusts become more urgent and forceful, the heat of him surrounding her like a cocoon. She does as he asks, breathing deeply through her nose with each movement. Her body responds to him automatically, clenching and relaxing in rhythm with his powerful strokes.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. The connection between them feels almost primal, their bodies moving together in a dance born of need and desire. She arches her back off the couch, meeting him thrust for thrust as he takes her roughly again and again.

With one final thrust deep inside her, he moans roughly against her lips, filling her with his release once more. Her body convulses around him in response, a shuddering climax wracking through her as she comes apart beneath him. As their bodies slicken with sweat and pleasure

Her breath catches in her throat as he carries her into the bathroom and sets her down on the vanity. The cool water washing over her bare skin makes her gasp, but she doesn't object to it. She can feel his hot breath against her folds and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what he plans to do next.

She spreads her legs wider, giving him better access as he presses his lips to her wet center. Her moans echo in the steamy room as he begins to tease and taste her, driving her mad with desire. His fingers find their way between her legs, circling her clit expertly until she's quivering on the edge of release.

"Rex..." she whispers helplessly, arching her back off the counter as he eats her out with a skill that makes her question how many other women have felt the weight of

Her voice is raspy and pleading as he continues to feast on her folds. She feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build and she knows it won't be long now. The hot water runs down her back, caressing skin already flushed with need and desire for him. His tongue flicks teasingly against her clit, driving her wild with lust. She can feel herself trembling on the brink of release, held back only by his skilled fingers and hungry mouth.

"Rex..." she whispers hoarsely, pressing her hips back into him as he brings her ever closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; it's almost painful how good this feels. "I'm close...so close..." She isn't sure if she can take much more of this; her body is trembling with need and she longs for him to be inside

Her head falls back against his shoulder with a sharp cry as he slaps her ass. It's not painful; it's just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She digs her nails into the counter, arching her back off the surface as he licks her g-spot with renewed vigor. The sensation is almost too much to bear and she feels herself starting to lose control.

Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking contact with his touch as he drives her wild with desire. Her body tenses and quivers beneath him, ready to explode at any moment now. With one final flick of his tongue across her sensitive bud, she cries out, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of heat and pleasure.

Her muscles clench around nothing but air as she comes, her voice echoing in the steamy bathroom. Her body shudders with

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she comes down from the intense orgasm. The cool air of the bathroom hits her skin like a million tiny pinpricks, bringing her back to reality. With shaking limbs, she turns around to face Rex, meeting his hungry gaze with equal desire. She can feel the echoes of pleasure still coursing through her veins and wants more; wants everything he has to give.

Her mouth parts in a silent moan as he drinks her cum from her sex, his eyes never leaving hers. It's a display of possession that takes her breath away and only fuels the growing need between them. She reaches for him, wanting to feel every inch of him against her.

Her mouth waters as she takes him in her hand, stroking him roughly. "Yes, please," she whispers hoarsely. She leans forward and engulfs him in her mouth, taking his length as deep as she can. His taste fills her mouth, making her head spin with desire. Her hand moves faster, milking him as she sucks hungrily on his cock.

"Mmm, that's it," he moans, his hips bucking into her face. "Suck me, Elara." She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of him in her mouth and the rhythm of her hand stroking him. Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, playing with her still-swollen folds. The mixture of pleasure and need rushing through her is almost too much to bear; she feels like she could explode all over again.

She moans around his co

Her words are lost to the movement of her hand and mouth as she takes him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Her free hand is no longer content to play with herself; it grips his thigh roughly, pulling him closer to her. "How...how did you know I was at the club?" She whispers between moans around his shaft.

Her body feels like it's on fire as she draws him close, hungry for more of his touch. It seems impossible that he could have known she was there; she had taken every precaution to make sure she wouldn't be found. But here he is, so confident and in control...it's intoxicating. She wants to know everything about him, understand how he can be so strong and protective when she's been living in fear for so long.

Her mouth waters as she takes him deeper, tasting his salty skin. She nibbles at the soft flesh beneath his cock, feeling him twitch in her mouth at the sensation. It's intoxicating, being so close to him like this. The realization that he wasn't just some random man on the street, but someone with connections to places she never thought she'd see outside of the movies...it fills her with an odd mixture of relief and excitement.

She shoves his cock deeper into her mouth, wanting more of him, wanting everything he has to give. "Tell me..." Her voice is muffled by his skin as she continues to stroke and suck him hungrily. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" She needs to know these things; they're important in a way she can't quite explain, like finding the missing pieces of a puzzle that

Her breath hitches in her throat as he speaks, and she nearly chokes on him at his last words. Rex...the man who brought her home, fucked her senseless... He's just some guy who helps protect women at a club? It feels like the world has just been turned upside down. She can't help but wonder if he truly is as good as he seems, or if it's all an act.

She wraps her lips around him again, tasting him deeper and letting out a moan that vibrates against his skin. Her other hand grips his cock roughly, stroking upward with each downward slide of her mouth. She needs to know more about this man who has invaded every inch of her life. "Why...why me?" she whispers around him, wanting the truth even if it scares her.

She shudders at his words, understanding the danger she was in but still unable to believe that Rex had saved her. The thought that he could've been one of those men instead fills her with dread and relief at once. "But why...why did you choose me?" She asks quietly between sucking on him.

Her heart races as she imagines what could've happened if he hadn't been there when she needed him most. The realization that this rough, protective man cares for her in his own way sends a shiver through her and makes her hips buck against his leg hungrily.

Her breath catches in her throat as he tells her that he's been watching her, wanting her before tonight. The idea of someone loving her enough to risk everything just to be with her sends a wave of emotion crashing over her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the way his cock feels in her mouth and the hands tangled in her hair.

She lets out a low moan around him, holding him tighter as she continues to pleasure him, eager for more. It's strange how easily she can accept this, trust him with her life when just hours ago she was nothing but afraid and alone. But something about the way he makes her feel, the protectiveness that radiates from him...it's intoxicating, and she doesn't want it to ever end.

With a strangled cry, she comes too, her body convulsing around his cock as she releases every last bit of tension and pleasure. Her mouth fills with the hot liquid he shoots down her throat and she swallows eagerly, wanting all of him, wanting to feel connected to him in this way for always.

As his orgasm subsides and he slumps against the shower wall, panting heavily, Elara climbs into his lap, straddling his hips. She looks up at him, her eyes full of love and gratitude, tracing a finger along his jaw. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to his lips before leaning in to breathe in the smell of sex and sweat that clings to them both.

They stay like this for what seems like hours, neither one of them wanting to move or break the connection they've

She does as he commands, lowering herself onto his still-hard length. The heat of him fills her up again, making her arch back in pleasure as she feels every inch stretch and claim her. She begins to ride him slowly, reveling in the feel of being joined with him once more. Her hips move in perfect rhythm with their tightly connected breaths; it's like they're made for each other.

"Rex..." she moans his name into the steamy air, her voice hoarse from pleasure and need. His hands wrap around her hips, pulling her down harder onto him as he thrusts up to meet her movements with equal force. She digs her nails into his shoulders, gripping him tightly as they race toward another climax together.

With every thrust, she asks herself if this can really be happening. Rex has saved her life; they've just made love in the shower and now he wants to talk about sex? As her body trembles on the brink of ecstasy once more, she finds the words tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them: "What's it like...being with someone who isn't a goth?"

Her heart races as she waits for his answer, dread and curiosity warring inside her. Does he prefer other women? Is she only here because she's the one he saved or does he truly want her for herself? The uncertainty sends shivers down her spine but doesn't dampen the desire coursing through her veins.

Her heart skips a beat as she listens to his reply and tries to piece together the meaning behind it. He's good at sex because he lives alone...and being with someone who isn't a goth is not fun? It doesn't seem possible that he could feel this way about her, but then again...he saved her life. Maybe there's more to him than she thought.

As their bodies move in unison, lost in the heat of the moment, she decides not to think too hard on it. For now, all that matters is this connection between them, the way he makes her feel safe and desired. She arches her back off the counter, crying out his name as they reach the pinnacle together yet again, their world nothing but pleasure and need for each other.

Her breath comes in short gasps as they climax together, their bodies moving as one. His words sink in, filling her with a strange mixture of relief and anger. He hadn't wanted to be with someone like her...but he's glad he did? It makes no sense, but she can't deny the way it feels having him inside her, claiming her.

She collapses forward onto his chest, her breath coming in short puffs as she tries to make sense of everything that has happened between them. "What...what do you want from me?" she whispers into his skin. "Beyond this?"

She thinks about his words, the way he's never once made her feel like she owes him anything. And despite what's happened between them tonight...it's been different with him. She can feel herself falling for him, even as they lie tangled in each other on the cold bathroom floor. "I...I don't know if I can stay forever," she whispers shyly.

But even as the words leave her lips, she wonders if that's really true. Because with Rex...with him, it feels like she could stay forever and ever. And deep down, she knows that this is something worth fighting for, worth risking everything for.

Her fingers trace gentle patterns on his chest as she thinks about his words. She does want him to be happy, more than anything else in the world. Maybe...maybe she can make this work. "I'll stay with you," she whispers finally. "For as long as you want me." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it sounds sure and true when it reaches his ears.

She lifts her head to look at him, searching his eyes for any sign that he doesn't mean it too, but all she sees there is love and desire. And suddenly, everything feels right in the world again.

The touch of his lips against hers sends shivers down her spine as he thrusts into her. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, meeting every one of his movements with equal fervor. He feels so good inside her; it's as if they were made for each other. She wraps her legs around him, pressing their bodies even closer together, lost in the heat of their passion. With a moan of surrender, she arches her back off the counter and into his touch, giving herself completely to this moment with him.