She shouldn't love the possessive way he held her when he came, but she did. She wasn't a thing to anyone else, but to him, she was his. She belonged to him, but that was a double edged lock and key, and she looked down at him as he panted and smirked up at at her and fell a little more in love.

He pulled her down to lay on him and she complied. A part of her wanted to fall asleep just like that, but she worried about suffocating him. Still, for the moment, it was nice to just be as close to him as she could be, his cock still inside her for a little bit, his heart thundering against her own. "I love you," she whispered, kissing his chest while she waited for him to fall asleep before she slid off him to find her place beside him. She pulled the sheet up over them, curling up alongside him with one leg thrown possessively over him, her arm tucked around his chest. Sleep was good.