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

he was touched; moved; he breathed soft warmth across the belly that maybe even now moved to conceive and looked up at inji from the crux of her own hip;

"after this, you do not think we are already married?" the crocodile teased, but in the next moment he kissed his way back to her chin, her forehead;

"i am ready for it too, inji," khusobek murmured at last, bringing his arm around one slender shoulder and cradling her velveteen cheek against the comfortable cadence of his heart. "tell me what you have dreamed."