Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

sakhmet was testing him.
here he'd told her he was good for nothing more than pleasure and she quizzed him anyway.
one hard foot planted in the water; he let her teeth grip his ear and then tore aside, leaving blood and her mark upon him.
colt's breath came ragged; he was shot through with pain and with lust, and the two blended inside him. 
he advanced, head low, jaws snaking for her breastbone, not to harm but to hold.