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The sweetness of her scent settled around him, revealing anticipation that sang to his need, stirring in the recognition of her own. She flushed and moved away but he rose, trailing her restlessly to the edge of the shallow pool.

“After,” rumbled the sphinx, relenting, but he could not imagine being parted from her then, not when her sides would be swelling with their future. He stared, marveling as she sipped, nearly undone by her tongue on the water. He dared to taunt his goddess then, pressing his nose into the smoothness of her flank; imparting the heat of his breath.

“Mmhm,” he gave as an answer, distracted, kissing her side. He wanted nothing more than to begin their future. Now.