Two Eyes Cenote [m] when i bend to your whim

hers, and khusobek experienced what it was to be consumed in another way, dominated entire down to the epicenter of his marrow by every movement, every sound.

an automaton of love.

not emptied; but vulnerable; scorched by the touch of love in her eyes and unable to give back in words. only the tensing of his jawline, the softness of his blinking; it was in the way he traced down her breastbone to the hillock of ribcage and the flat belly.

hers, and the crocodile only had one language. she sated, and he sated, and still he ministered again to inji, wanting to wring her of every ekeing energetic iota in devoted, focused rejoinder to what her eyes had asked.

khusobek wanted this.