Lion Head Mesa goddess-born [m]

Gods! now it was she who could not speak! she had missed this, missed him—this rightness, this paradise unmatched by anything else in this world. robbed of breath, of coherent though, Toula felt all of herself spill over an edge that gleamed the same gold as her husbands gaze upon her. 
once, and as they moved in synchronicity, she knew she would find herself at the edge of the world again! he held her, suspended—yes, his words were truth, yes!
and now Toula would spin them so that she stood above him, gentle but quick—Toula would not have them be divided, though was slow to sink upon him. now she watched. watched as she had not before. 
god. lover. husband, she would rise and fall with each slowly drawn out word. I am yours for eternity, and even after that, a kiss to each cheek, a shuddering breath as she came closer to... to… 
if I am to name you Pharaoh, you must right a wrong. are you powerful enough to do this for me? she whispers against a plush ear—vulnerable throat offered to him, her tongue rolling against the pulse found within his own.