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Sean closed his eyes, his body trapped in a complex web of sensations and conflicted emotions.

"ahngh.. mmh.. ahh.. haahh.. yess... ahh.. so good.."

Layla's moans filled the room, each sound a reminder of the situation he found himself in. His body responded to hers, even as his heart and mind fought against the situation.

She leaned down and bitted on his ear and whispered with her sultry voice.

"You're... So... Damn.. good..ahh.. I missed you so much" her voice laced with drunkenness.

Sean groaned, the mix of her biting on his ear and the words she whispered sent a shiver down his spine. Despite the conflicting feelings, his body seemed to respond eagerly.

"ngh.. Layla.. ah.. you.. you're drunk-" he tried to protest again but was cut off with her own moans and the grinding.

"shh.. shut..ahh.. shut up... just feel me... haaa.. feel me-" she managed to say between moans as she slammed herself down.

Sean's breaths were getting heavier, each gasp and sound leaving his lips an equal mix of pleasure and pain. He couldn't concentrate, his mind in a frenzy, overwhelmed by sensations. The room felt like it was spinning, and he couldn't seem to sort his thoughts, caught in the middle of a haze of pleasure and discomfort.

As Layla kept up her pace, moving with increased urgency, Sean fought to keep his composure. The sensations were intense, but so was his fatigue and the pain from the belt around his wrists. He wanted to protest, but his voice came out weak and hoarse.

"Lay.. Layla.. please.." he gasped.

His words appeared to fall on deaf ears, or at least, Layla was too lost in her own pleasure and intoxication to fully comprehend them. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her hips moved in a frenzied, almost desperate pace, seeking satisfaction and release.

Despite the pleasure that was rapidly building up, an urgent concern started to rise in the back of his mind. He knew he was on the verge of something he wasn't ready yet, and it made him almost panicked to reach it in this messy situation.

"please.. slow down...ngghh... Layla."

"ahngh... ahh.. good.. ngghh.. mmnhff.. haah.. haah.. yeah.."

Layla didn't seem to hear him or at least willfully ignored him in her drunkenness, continuing in her frenzied pace. Her body seemed determined to reach that release.

Sean's breath got more and more labored, his voice grew slightly hoarse. His body was responding fiercely to Layla, but his mind was still grasping at some last bit of rationality.

"Layla... nnghhh.... haah... I..I can't...!"

But his words were lost in pants and gasps, his body bucking slightly under hers in response. The pleasure was intense, mixed with a sense of urgency in his weakening body. He shut his eyes tightly, his head spinning from the overload of sensations.

"Please... ahh... ah.. Layla... ngghh.. I.. need.. ahh-ahh.. to pull.. out.." he tried to gasp the words, managing to open his eyes as he looked up at her.

"Hahh.. cum inside! nggh.. ahngh... Hurry! Ahngh.. I'm so close.." Layla demanded between her moans.

Sean groaned, the demand sending a tremor down his spine. The words were like a trigger, causing him to shiver involuntarily. His mind was clouded.

'Fuck!.'

And yet, his body trembled at her words, responding to her with a sense of aching need. This was wrong, so wrong. But at that moment, his reasoning was lost in a haze of pleasure.

"ah.. ah.. please.. not.. not inside" he managed to gasp out, the words desperate and urgent. The fear of what might happen after was too real in his mind.

But Layla's response was to lean down and bit his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

"Please.. ah.. don't worry.... and just.. ahh.. fill me ngh.." she murmured, her voice thick with drunkenness.

Sean's mind was at war. His body wanted it, ached for it, but his mind was flooded with worry and doubt. The conflicting thoughts added a layer of tension to the situation. He let out a ragged gasp, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Please... I'm begging you..don't.." he pleaded, his voice almost a whisper.

Layla's mouth smashed against his in a messy, drunken kiss. Her tongue forcefully invaded his mouth, silencing his protests. The kiss was sloppy, but it was also full of hunger and need, fueled by her intoxication. She's also nearing the edge, so she fasten up her pace, moved and pressed against him harder as she deepened the kiss. Her wall clenched and twitched around him continuously, signaling her upcoming release.

"mhmm.. nhmm.. mmnhff.. Sean... Se..an mhmm.." she moaned and moaned his name

The kiss was possessive, making it difficult for Sean to utter another word. His body was responding intensely, the pleasure building rapidly. His mind was getting blurrier, the sensations taking over. But his fear of the consequences still lingered, a small but persistent part of him trying to cling to reason.

Not long after, Layla cried out, her body tensing as she was rocked by powerful climax. Her vision swam, her nails digging into his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"S-Sean! Ahngh!nghh!"

Her body jerked and shuddered, her muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. The intensity was overwhelming, and Layla's voice rose in a near-scream as she rode out the last few waves of her release.

'No. This wasn't supposed to happen..'

That one thought flashed through his mind against the onslaught of pleasure, a small spark of protest within the chaos. But even that small protest was lost as his own need build up, and with a guttural gasp, he let go. It was a moment of intense release and intense turmoil, his mind and body overwhelmed with pleasure and fear for what to come.

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The sunlight pouring through the curtains felt like daggers to Layla's aching head. She groaned and lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the painful brightness. she looked to the side and her eyes went wide with shock and realization as she saw the still-sleeping Sean next to her, tied hands and bite marks on his body. The memories, or rather, the foggy recollections of the previous night slowly started to come back to her.

"No.. oh no.."

The events of the night before came back in shattered and fuzzy snippets. a look of horror and regret spreading across her face as she took in the state of Sean in.

"what have I done..."

With a swift but trembling hand, Layla untied Sean's hands. The sight of the red, raw skin on his wrists from where the belt had chafed made her stomach drop. She carefully removed the belt, wincing as she did so, as if the act was a physical symbol of her guilt.

As his hands were free, Sean stirred, a deep, slightly pained groan escaping his lips as he slowly woke up.

Sean's eyes slowly opened, blinking in confusion as he adjusted to the light. The pain in his wrists and the events of the night before slowly came back to him as he became fully awake. He let out a shaky breath and slowly sat up in bed, rubbing his wrists gingerly. His gaze flicked to Layla, who was sitting next to him, her expression filled with guilt and remorse.

"Sean...I..I'm so... I'm so sorry.." Layla blurted out, her voice shaky. She knew apologies couldn't erase what had happened, but she had to say something, anything to ease the guilt that was swamping her heart.

Sean looked at her for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise, pain, exhaustion, and confusion.

"Why... are you apologizing? What are you... apologizing for?"

Layla's heart sank further at his words. Sean's tone was weary and slightly distant, as if he were trying to keep his emotions in check. She swallowed hard, her hands twisting nervously in her lap as she gathered her thoughts.

"Last night... I mean I..." she started, her voice faltering. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to continue.

"I took advantage of you, and I was drunk, and I didn't listen to you... I hurt you..."

Sean's thoughts swirled in his head as Layla apologized, each word she said making his heart ache a little more. It was hard for him to wrap his head around her apology. Why now? And why only for last night, as if the night before was the only incident she felt the need to repent for. The thought stung, as did the realization that her apologies felt empty, like she was simply trying to assuage her guilt rather than truly understand the pain she'd caused. His weariness was evident in his voice, along with a deep sense of resignation and a hint of bitterness.

"Yeah... last night. Okay."

Sean's tone was flat, his expression neutral as he looked at Layla. There was a part of him that wanted to give in, to accept her apologies, but an even stronger part refused, hardened by the knowledge that her apologies were empty and her remorse short-lived.

"Sean.. I-"

Layla started to say something else, but the look in his eyes made her words die in her throat. The air was thick with tension and unsaid words, the elephant in the room growing larger with each passing moment.

In the heavy silence of the room, Sean simply rose from the bed, his movements weary and slow. With a silent resignation, he stood up, his eyes avoiding Layla's, and walked towards the bathroom. Without a word or glance back, he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving Layla alone with her guilt and regrets. The sound of the shower soon filled the room, drowning out any other noise.

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