Two Eyes Cenote [m] sixty-ninth

singing her praises! but the gods had seen it all; herself laying bare and open to them, receiving them in the same moment as Senmut, praising them all willingly; had her love been for the man alone? she did not know for certain.

in the dark her blushing face was well hidden, and the warmth that thrilled her throat beneath his touch was as radiant as the rest of her.
i've never felt like that before. and even as she said this Nazli felt the rousing urge to taste him again, to feed herself upon their shared energies, not knowing where this courage came from.
and in a whisper against him, i wish you didn't have to go. and this moment never had to end.