Sinnett finally finished after a few more rough rounds, his thrusts slowing only when Cinder could barely make a sound.
She was trembling horribly as they both climaxed, her body left overstimulated and exhausted, and her breathing was shallow as well.
His locs, still very much alive, slid carefully around her waist and wrists. They picked her up as if she weighed nothing, cradling her exhausted body against his chest.
Her head hung loosely against his shoulder, and she mumbled something incoherent under her breath.
Sinnett chuckled lowly and walked towards the bathroom. The door slid open without him touching it, since his locs pushed it aside.
He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting the warm stream wash over both of them.
Cinder whimpered softly. He held her under the spray, running his hands over her body to clean her, with a surprisingly gentle touch.
Her scales, that were faint along her body, soon disappeared. Then he finally frowned.
"Too bad."
