Resting against him, she hears the rhythm of his heartbeat, showing that he had drunk his fill, and maybe just a little more. Her head is light, swimming in the lingering pleasure of her orgasm and his power, the loss of blood adding to the sensation.

Anita, though, doesn't pull back from him, doesn't become angry or feel any shame. She rests against him and smiles.

"I love you," she breathes.