Lion Head Mesa goddess-born [m]

pleasure, pleasure, pleasure—this was bliss, this was divinity! he seemed willing, he wished to hear it—but could he bear it? 
she slowed, arching, teeth dragging gently against the vulnerable space he offered to her. tell me! she would, but her breath came again in gasps. she would, she would, but she couldn’t breathe! she gathered him close, kissing him with great passion. 
she withdrew to look upon him, a paw placed upon his chest. her breath collected, she shifted to cast him in her aureate glow. there was grief in her gaze as she said, regain my trust, and the trust of our people, for he had broken it! her paw traced his chest, rose to cup his chin. I love you, with all of me. it is a neverending thing, even though you have wounded me. why would you act without me? even as Pharaoh, all I have done—I have done it with you, she did not understand why he would move without her. why he would imprison their Sesh—who had become as a mother to her.