The room had quieted—only the sound of their breathing filled the sultry air, heavy with sweat, lust, and exhaustion. Moonlight still crept along the sheets, glimmering on the curve of Taigah's back as she lay limp, chest pressed to the mattress, her tail curled weakly around Kai's wrist where he held her. Her skin glowed in the silver light, damp and trembling, streaked with the remnants of her shattering.
But she was still awake.
Barely.
Her heart still thundered. Her thighs still twitched.
And Kai hadn't moved—not really.
He hovered above her, cock still buried inside, hips still gently pressed against the swell of her ass. One hand gripped her breast, the other never stopped petting her tail, slow and reverent, like she was the rarest creature he'd ever touched.
Because to him, she was.
"Master…" she whispered, voice raw, quivering. "I… I can't…"
