Any thought process had disappeared right along with any concept of time or anything beyond this, beyond Harry, beyond the heat and light and pleasure that was all she'd been rendered to. Ginny clung to him, rocking up into him, taking him deeper into her and distantly marveling at the fact that after all this time they were finally together the way they were always meant to be.
Her fingers clenched in his sweat-damp hair, nails biting into his skin just as his fingers marked her hips with his tightened grip. She felt his body tense, was overcome by the knowledge that she had brought him to this point, made him lose control, made him come inside of her. It was the sounds he was making that pushed her over the edge; her name had never sounded so good even if he was gasping it out breathlessly. Ginny arched her hips up at just the right angle and then everything broke with a shudder and a twist. She writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning and crying out his name, pulsing around him as she gave in to the pure pleasure that she never wanted to end.
But it did end, slowly but surely, making her fall back onto the bed with an exhausted exhalation of breath. Her whole body felt sated and languid, suffused with satisfaction. She still had the comfortable weight of Harry's body on top of her and Ginny loved that. Her arms stayed around him, hands brushing more gently up his back now. Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to his temple, holding him close as she murmured, "Merlin, I love you, Harry."