She felt so heavy. So warm, and sated, and limp. His motions were beginning to slow, his limbs trembling. She felt the rush of his release, but still he pressed on. Gently, soothingly, she stroked her hands up his back, pulling him against her, and held him there so that it would be more difficult to pull away.<br/><br/>"Shhh..." she soothed, "My Thorn... shh... you've done well. you have pleased me more than any other. do not strain yourself..."<br/><br/>She was stronger than she looked, so her hold was significant. She kept him there as her lips met his in a long, lazy kiss. Her legs moved, bending to wrap around and tangle with his.<br/><br/>Her thoughts buzzed lazily, slowly... so she didn't notice that something was drawing on her reserves. Something was pulling at her. She was so distracted, so completely enthralled by the man who had broken her power, that she cared nothing for anything else.<br/><br/>He'd given her so much... she could see how much it cost him. She stroked her hands up and down his bare back, holding him as she broke away from the kiss. Her lips traced gentle, soothing kisses along his cheek, then down his neck.<br/><br/>"We are one... My thorn." she whispered in his ear, "You belong to me as much as I to you."<br/><br/>The moment of peace lasted a while longer, during which she began to sink into a blissful, warm slumber. Her fingers kept tracing up and down his bare back as she held him to her. She didn't even notice that since she'd held him against her before he could pull himself out of her, he was still inside her as they lay together. They were bonded in every way. The buzzing in the back of her mind finally got strong enough that she noticed it, but sleepy as she was, she failed to put enough thought into figuring out what it meant. She drifted into a blissful sleep, still holding him in her arms.