"Fuck," Atlas moaned as she began to come, grabbing her hip tightly with one hand to hold her to him as he thrust up into her, aching for his own release.
It wasn't far behind hers, and so he was shaking violently, crying out into the darkening bedroom, wrapping his arms around her as he spilled himself. "Gods," he breathed once it was all over and he lay there, a thin sheen of sweat covering them both, panting for breath. "Perhaps I should get injured more often. Seems to bring me good things."