Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

he wanted to reach out, to cease this; and yet he did not; and yet he was breathless and transfixed and as her tongue flicked snakelike against the serpentine flesh, his mouth ran dry with the urgent heat of desire; and as blood parted beneath skin and tiny bones and spilled along her chin, senmut stepped forward to taste and to wind her close in wordless desire.

***

"are you certain you are not also some dark priestess?" he asked her, waylaid from his planning upon the excursion, winded and glowing and still filled with unsated intrigue.