Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Struggling to keep his mate upright as she faltered with climax, Reek continued his break-neck rhythm with no holds barred, eventually losing himself in the motion. His frenzied state would not be stopped until he was sated— until he had gotten his. Moments after Saena's release, Reek's subsequently followed.  Body going rigid, Reek's tongue lolled from his mouth and his face contorted all derp-like with pleasure. With a impassioned groan, Reek slowed to a stop on top of his mate and rested himself on her body as he tried to catch his breath and slow his rapidly beating heart.

As a general rule, each time the two had gotten together, the sex had gotten better. But this time— this time, it was mind-blowing.  Still connected at the hip, Reek wondered for a moment if he could even move... Perhaps he had lost all of his fine motor-functions in their frenzy.  Managing to lazily slink off her back, Reek crumpled into the dirt, loose and limp like a rag doll with sides heaving.

"I love you," he muttered with his face buried in the dirt, mind swimming in a post coital haze.  What they had just shared was grand enough to let the L-word fly, and truthfully, Reek felt it was passed time to finally say it.