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ramesses nuzzled into her throat, kissing her flesh and willing satsu to stir. the pleasures o their bodies might be forbidden as not to affect her state; but he did not take this into account, only his own desire to taste and to feel her. this was his affection: that his passions might run so hot for her in a way as to be deeper than the others.
she was his queen after all.
"i would like that. perhaps along the steppes. a hunt. stories. dancing. i do miss yours," pharaoh purled, pulling her closer with a nip to her chin. "and after — belen in our bedchamber."
his voice grew husky, lower.
and so it came to pass, though their feasting would be put off for now.