Lion Head Mesa goddess-born [m]

she watched him—he watched her. an exchange between them, silent but powerful. a current of energy ran between them that was so strong it ought to be tangible! his breaths gone ragged, and what he does voice is hoarse. 
it was his wife in the room with him. she did not wear the headpiece of Pharaoh in this moment. she stood before him, stripped bare—and moved toward the waters again, looking over her shoulder. all the love she harbored lived in the glance they then exchanged, and lust, too, it seemed—they danced together. come with me, came her heated words, mischief dancing in her eyes.