It's sweet torture to feel him come and not even get a moment's respite, not to be able to have her own release. Her mind agrees with that, the he has everything of her, anything she can give. She knows her body responds to him, that she has no choice but to be his, and he can have it all with a though.

"Take me!" she screams, the redundancy lost on her, lost in her body and the pain/pleasure/ecstacy he gives her.