<div style="text-align: justify;">Feeling the familiar weight of her lover, as her body slowly recovered from the intense pleasure that the man had given her, Oena wrapped her arms around him in a tender hold.  Her hand went to his hair, which she caressed gently, working some of the morning’s tangle out with her fingers. This was familiar, this afterglow that came after the exchange of essences. The need to remain close to him, held by him. There would never be anyone else than Vanyel for as long as he lived, and if he returned to the Mother before her, Oena was convinced there would be no other.<br/><br/>They had never spoken openly about it, but she knew that Vanyel had not gone for another woman since becoming her mate. She had long ago admitted to herself that even though she knew it was wrong of her, she would feel a little hurt if he went for someone else rather than come to her if he wanted to share the pleasures. She would never refuse herself to him and was confident that if he wanted something in particular, he would tell her. She would tell him, if it happened to her. She could still feel him inside her, though his presence there seemed to be slowly less important.<br/><br/>She laughed softly when Vanyel nibbled onto her ear and she held his hair away from her face with one hand. “I love you more than words can say.” She replied right back to him. She had come to love to hear him speak. It was no longer so unusual between them, as they were often close enough that he could afford to speak without straining, but she still cherished the times where he murmured to her, whenever he chose to. She squeezed him lovingly and let a content sigh out. She turned her head and  offered him her lips for a loving kiss.<br/></div>