Lion Head Mesa ho[m]e

We have, she gasps, seeking his mouth.
Even in this moment her children were not far from her mind! Aiesha was sleeping, secured, hidden away. The others dispersed; there were mazoi guarding them here, and no vagabonds from the desert. No strange men — no cartel. Safe, it was safe here.

Snow dusted his shoulders. She felt it touching her cheeks, her nose, and melting in to fur. How she wanted to melt in to him — The wellspring, she sighs against him, or—where? Take me anywhere, Senmut, innuendo or not, it was better than in the open; that had already been done, and not something Nazli wanted repeated even now in her hunger for him.