Emma is unable to keep track of time; it seems to go on forever, his pleasure, and she clings to him as he finishes. The green-gold...it dazzles her. He dazzles her. It has been a very, very long time since anyone made her feel such as he had. Adored. Wanted. Needed.
When he is done, she nuzzles and snuggles to him.
"I think I'm yours now more than you are mine," she whispers. "No one makes me feel like that..."
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