Iramaat feels him start to unravel through their bond and she rolls with him, allowing him to press her into the pillows, her body stretched out beneath him. Her legs part a little and she cants her hips and ass back and up to meet him, accepting him with a lovely sort of eagerness. She arches her back and lets out a long, low groan of delight as he finally empties himself into her and everything seems to slide into a pleasurable sort of haze that drifts between them. After a long heartbeat, she relaxes, letting herself fall flat. A hand reaches up and back to card into his hair, her voice lazy.

"You're delightful."