Two Eyes Cenote [m] sixty-ninth

though the priest could not know that their coupling had been an act of the gods as well, he felt it. 

they sang in the curve of her mouth and the line of her shoulders, in the pupils beneath the dark sky and the way she spoke in reverence.

tomorrow would come but it was not something upon which he focused now. his touch was light, tracing hip and belly. "i will stay some days," thrilling at the concept that they would whisper more, that they would take their meals together, and that senmut would at long last hold nazli as they slept, as his heart had pined to do so long.

"it would please me if i made you feel this way often," he grinned into the inviting blackness, flushed with the wine of love and leaning into its heady bite.