Lazarus slumped on her, still thrusting inside her lazily, instinctively. He felt that all the restraint he had practiced was the time he wasted. He could have spent that time with Emma, protecting her, enjoying her and loving her.
He realized that she was just as breathless as he was. He lifted himself on one elbow and with his other hand, he stroked her hair gently. Her eyes were still full of desire and lust. For him. Because of him. That made his chest swell with pride. He leaned down to kiss her lips and said, "Are you okay, love?"
Emma's lips curled up slightly. She nodded, loving that he addressed her as 'love'. This was getting so much better and she reveled in it. She closed her eyes, feeling tired and sleepy, yet she said, "You need to feed. Please take it from me." His eyes were filled with the emotions generated by orgasm, but they were still a dull red.
