Tarroks hold of her tightened as her body shook and convulsed, caught up in throes of passion. For a moment, he was legitimately worried she'd shudder right off the bed. Aiko was giving him just as good as she was getting, though. If her intimacy squeezed down any tighter he'd burst a blood vessel.<br/><br/>Longer and longer thrusts drew in and out of her, less rapid and voracious. They eased down, letting them both bask in every degree of completeness as it waxed and waned. Soft kisses dotted her lips, her chin, her face. Relaxing his arms, he let her body relax fully against the gentle sheets.<br/><br/>Once she came down enough to be halfway lucid, he took her hand in his own. Ran his digits across her slender fingers, tangled in with them so they couldn't be torn apart. Ran his free hand over her flawless skin, relishing the simple feeling of her body against his. Small, tender little things to cradle and comfort the smaller woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You won't ever be alone, not if I can help it. Consider it a promise."</span>Tarrok whispered, just enough for her sharpened hearing to pick up on it. His forehead touched hers, and he looked right into her eyes. Even just a bit steadier, his breath came in warm puffs that splashed against her skin and travelled from shoulder to shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I think I need you, too."</span>