Two Eyes Cenote [m] claw & silt

I am the worst, I'm so so sorry ebony!
He mouths her neck slowly; everything goes slowly as she’s coaxed to face him. Eset finds herself looking up into fervent steel eyes. For a moment her mind is abandoned, given itself over to an anticipation of where his next kiss might land…

It is his breath that compels her away, entering her ear before his voice does.

She understands. It is not she who fills him; his feelings are not mixed. He does not love her. It is not her he wants, but perhaps, only to be filled with this intimacy.

Eset- she was naked, trembling, not only for the remaining pulse of pleasure. Love, its eminence, was a thing she had lost. Khusobek would have been endorsed had he shared his mind. Love was a thing she forbid herself to need.

And now she forbids a betrayal of feeling too, turning her face away.

“Thank you, for the amber flower. It’s impossibly beautiful... like looking into the sun, or something.” More beautiful than the scent of roses in the cenote. But roses in the cenote did not make her heart rush.