The hand that had been holding Sion's hair let go and came to rest on the back of her head instead at the kiss, Akiha's other hand falling limply to the bed. She panted and tried to catch her breath in her post-coital bliss, managing to slide her leg off Sion's shoulder. She felt so amazing right then, if a little sore, that she was definitely glad Sion had decided to purchase the toy.

Her lips worked to try to speak, to say I love you, but Akiha couldn't manage anything coherent. Hopefully, Sion would get the feeling through their link. It was the best she could do right then.