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enough now. he sought the warmth and respite of their body, and jawahir responded with the same ardency that had so captivated pharaoh.
the water lapped and eddied around the pair in the pleasure pools. the harlot turned until kallik's breath was upon long ears and the back of a graceful neck. from here they were able to hear his heartbeat.
what meal will you have now? jawahir asked, leaning back against the strong whiteness of his chest in surrender at last. he would feel the relaxation of their body and know it as an invitation.