A/N: Final chapter! Thank you for all the reviews, the favorites and for reading and following the story.

A big thank you to my beta reader, Spyke1985, who did not only correct mistakes, but also added some lines here and there to make the story flow better.

Warning: This chapter has sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

She woke up in her room with a damp towel cooling her head and the wonderful smell of coffee enticing her senses. Thane was sitting by her side on the edge of the bed, watching her every move, and when she opened her eyes he took her hands in his.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly.

"Yeah. How did I get here?"

"I carried you up after you passed out."

"Oh. That's... embarrassing. Sorry about that."

"No need."

She removed the towel and dropped it on the floor as she sat up, leaving the sheet covering her body to fall onto her lap. Feeling cool air on her skin, she looked down and realized that her shirt had been removed and she was in her bra only. She lifted up the sheet to check her state of undress and was both relieved and befuddled to find that she was still wearing her panties, but nothing else from the waist down.

"Umm... Did we..." she halfway asked, mild trepidation edging its way onto her face.

"No," Thane quickly interrupted with a smile, doing his best to divert his eyes from her shapely breasts under the black fabric. "I didn't want to take advantage of your... condition. I just tried to make you comfortable."

He picked up a little cup from the tray on her nightstand and pressed it in her hand.

"Here. Drink this."

She pulled the sheet over her front with one hand while she took the cup in the other, then slowly sipped the black liquid, letting the intense flavor warm her insides and clear her head.

"I don't remember much about what happened last night," she said after a while, placing the cup back on the tray, "but it seems that you made me say that I belonged to you. Or was that just a dream?"

"No, it wasn't," Thane said in a low voice, moving closer. "Do you regret it?"

"No, not at all," she smiled, "I've felt that way since the moment we met. I just didn't expect you to feel that way about m..." She was interrupted as he reached out to cup her face and kissed her. A soft mewl escaped her lips as she put her arms around his neck, letting the sheet drop, and pulled him close, so close that she could feel his heart pounding in his chest, joining the beat of her own.

He leaned forward and pushed her down, following her descent with his own body, reveling in the feel of her underneath him, just like before, but without any resistance this time. He never would have dreamed that he would feel this much desire and need for anyone ever again, especially a member of another species. Yet here she was, this beautiful, strong, intelligent creature in his arms, and he wanted her so much it hurt.

He left her lips to shower her with kisses on her face, nip at her ear and settle down in the crook of her neck, licking and kissing her smooth skin. His hot tongue felt wonderful on this most sensitive spot and she threw her head back with a moan, digging her fingers in his arms, her arousal growing and pulsating beneath her skin. How many lonely nights she'd spent in this bed, longing for him, and now here he was with her, his touch so much stronger, his kiss so much sweeter than she'd ever imagined.

His hand slowly traveled down her chest, stroking the smooth skin around her cleavage until it came to a stop over her breast and carefully squeezed the soft mound. This part of her body was so intriguing and felt so wonderful under his fingers, but the fabric was in the way and he wanted more. Pushing the strap on her shoulder down, he loosened the hold of the cloth, then reached inside the cup to touch her skin. He was fascinated to find a hard little nub in the middle, extremely sensitive to his touch, as she let out a gasp and arched her back when he rolled it between his fingers. He pulled the cup down to expose her breast to his hands and lips, kneaded her flesh then took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on the little nub, loving the sound of the ragged breath she sucked in as she dragged her fingers along his back at each flick of his tongue and each suckle of his lips.

He moved over to her other side and kissed her breast through the fabric, but before he could continue with his explorations she whispered, "Wait".

He lifted his head to look into her eyes, wondering if she'd changed her mind and wanted him to stop, but she just smiled as she gently pushed him off, then raised herself a bit and reached behind to remove her bra. He watched, fascinated, as she pulled the item off and dropped it on the floor, then laid back down with hunger in her eyes.

"Take off your shirt," she said in a husky voice, and he smiled as he quickly complied, then crawled eagerly back on top of her.

He was muscular and beautifully patterned, his skin velvety and warm, and she couldn't stop touching him, running her fingers along his arms and pectorals and back.

He bent down and drew his tongue over a nipple then took it into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking it again, then he repeated the action on the other side, delighting in her trembles and soft moans and the way she arched into his touch.

His mouth felt amazing on her breast, but she needed more, and she bucked her hips, grinding her moist warmth against his body. His hand immediately moved down to pull the sheet all the way off, then traveled back up along her legs, stroking her soft skin over her hard muscles, searching for that sweet spot that held so much promise. Her breath hitched when his fingers drew little circles on her pubic bone then slowly slid down to push against her folds through the fabric. She felt wet, so ready for him, and he moved down to plant a kiss on the spot, before pulling the cloth aside and tasting her with his tongue, licking her seam and pushing inside.

"Thane..." she moaned his name softly, bucking her hips. Her groin throbbed with desire and her throat went dry, and she felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest.

He loved the effect his every move had on her, and he loved the feel, the taste, the smell of her skin and every part of her body. Hooking his fingers under her panties, he pulled them down, her raised hips helping the process, and he discarded them quickly on the floor. He parted her legs and settled down between them, teasing her folds open with his fingers, then he bent down and pushed his tongue inside. A ragged gasp escaped her throat when he trailed his tongue up and found her clitoris. Satisfied with her reaction, he continued teasing the hardened little nub, brushing against it in long strokes and quick circles, escalating the pressure from soft little licks to hard thrusts.

Her legs quivering, her sweet wetness pulsing with pleasure, she reached down and stroked his head and neck and caressed the fringes on his face gently. She was rewarded with a soft rumble in his throat and a lunge of his tongue inside her, pushing in and pulling out and going back in again until her body went rigid only to start convulsing and thrashing in climax a second later, holding onto his head, his tongue continuing to lap at her folds until she quieted down.

He gave one last kiss on her labia then got up to remove his pants, which had been painfully constricting his rock hard erection until now. She bit her lower lip as she watched him peel the leather off, exposing his thick, maroon colored shaft, ridged along its length, so visibly aching for her. Her excitement and nervousness grew as he settled back down over her, took his member in his hand and traced her opening with it, coating the head in her juices before pushing inside. She was tight and wet and he tried to enter her slowly to let her adjust to his size. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man, not to mention the time she had spent dead and in the lab where they rebuilt her whole body. He was a little bigger than the average human male, so she dug her fingers in his back, closed her eyes and told herself to relax. Soon he was buried to the hilt inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate him, but contracting around his shaft at the same time, and the moan on her lips told him she was more than ready.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her, and when she smiled at him and rolled her hips against him he bent down and kissed her then started to move. He withdrew almost all the way then thrust back in, in and out again and again, his ridges touching all the right spots inside her, building up the heat in her core, taking her breath away.

Her fantasies paled in comparison to how it really felt to have him inside her, filling her, pumping in and out, slowly, deliberately, each push rubbing his delicate scales against her clit, sending jolts of hot flashes through her body, threatening to rob her of any semblance of self-control.

She met his movements thrust for thrust, encouraging him to push harder, faster, deeper, moaning every time his shaft touched that precious spot, stroking his head, his arms, his back, kissing his mouth and neck - any part of his body that her lips could reach.

His throat vibrated with a soft rumble as he increased his pace, grabbed her knee and pushed it towards her chest, placing a hand under her buttom to lift her a little higher, changing his angle and allowing him to penetrate deeper. The new position let him push against a bundle of nerves that sent incredible signals to her brain, and she hooked her free leg behind his back to anchor herself around him better and let him pound into her, firing those nerve endings with each thrust, making her groan and gasp and hold onto him tightly.

Her tight, hot channel felt amazing around his member as he pistoned in and out, his pleasure building up inside him, and when she came, crying out his name and clamping down on his cock, convulsing around him, he followed close behind with a few more frantic thrusts and a loud growl thrashing its way up from his chest. He collapsed onto his elbows, panting and staring into her eyes for a moment before kissing her lips. They stayed connected for a few seconds, while he caressed her face and hair, basking in the glow of their climax, before he pulled out of her and lay down beside her with a happy sigh.

She cuddled up next to him, laid her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest and whispered, still a bit out of breath, "I'm glad you changed your mind."

"So am I," he answered, stroking her arm. "I... I love you, Siha."

Her heart thudded loudly at those words. This was all she ever wanted, and yet she found it difficult to speak right now; she had to swallow past the lump in her throat before she could raise her head to look into his eyes and say, "I love you too, Thane."

She laid her head back down and drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, knowing in her heart that there would be no more lonely nights, for she belonged to him and he belonged to her.