Lion Head Mesa epithet

we can fade or timeskip! up to u <3

sokha lifted in a dazzling step. she moved with the grace of clouds upon a rainswept sky. his eyes watched and hungered.
and then she was against him, upon him, her light frame moving satin and honey against his own until the sweetness of her voice scorched the inside of his ear like a khamsin.
his mouth had gone dry; all ramesses could do was gaze upon her, and then he wound his long snowy limbs around sokha and pulled her against his heartbeat.
"let it be mutual," he murmured back, lips against her throat.