Two Eyes Cenote Burrowing

She sighs deeply against his mouth, eyes lifting to graze his glowing look. It is not true, with words she will want to protest, but it is only her body that moves now, coaxed in response. Her mind wants to erase this desolate sentiment, mutely praying that she might not remember when the deepening of his growls sends a vibration through them both.

She presses to his chest with a growing imprint and brazenly slow undulations. The sharp tensing of teeth test the fine skin on his neck, lightly, and then more demanding, feeding every impossible desire to the fury of a pulverized point.

Let them exist now, then let him be free of her; of this place.