As the last echoes of your purr reverberate through his chest, Tarot finally begins to stir beneath you. His eyes flutter open, dark and piercing in the dim light of the room as he looks down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. He smirks slightly, tracing one finger along your jaw before leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "That's my pet." His hand slides down between your legs, trailing lightly over wetness there before finding its way back up to cup your breast once more. "You belong to me now," he whispers against your skin, almost as if daring you to disagree.

But you don't; not anymore. Not after what just happened. And deep down, you know that you never will again.

His chuckle vibrates against your skin as he feels the rumble of your purr beneath his hand. "That's my good girl," he whispers, stroking soothingly over your breast and down between your legs once more. His other arm comes up to loop around your waist, pulling you even closer.

It's still strange to think that just moments ago, he was claiming you with such possessiveness and demand; but now, as his fingers glide effortlessly over your skin, it feels... right. Natural. Like this is how things are supposed to be between the two of you.

He presses a kiss against your forehead before looking down into your eyes. "Rest now," he says softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I've got you." As he speaks, his body begins to relax against yours;