Thomas laughed softly in pleased appreciation as Alice went quiet, wrapped tight around him as release took her. It was honeyed wine to his senses, ambrosia on his lips, and he buried himself inside her once more, deeply, as that same shuddering release took him as well. Pressed against her, skin against skin, Thomas felt the echoes of desire still within her and reached to quiet them, to lay a hand against the trembling strings.

He pulled away with reluctance and kissed her slowly, lazily, with nothing but pleasure in his touch.