That was all Peter needed to know. It helped soothe his mind and kept him within his moment of bliss. If she wanted him to continue being good, if she wanted to make sure every inch of him belonged to her, there was nothing in him that wanted any different. He shuddered and gave a quiet hiss as she pulled away, thighs clenching and body tensing while he tried not to hold her back and stay where they were. His mind was hardly in control, instincts and physical reactions reigning over him, and half of him wanted nothing more than to finish what was being started. His hips twitched and he let out a breathy groan.

When she laid him out again and he was once again being made into hers, every spot she tended added another piece of himself to her ownership. It was almost a real, physical reaction that Peter could feel of losing himself, giving himself over. This was definitely how it should be, Peter helpless to anything Robin desired of him. With her at his side, his hand reached out automatically and rested on her head in need for every bit of contact he could make.