Lion Head Mesa obsidian

ramesses had grown half-lidded and smouldering. the pull and tug of sayf's teeth through his fur provoked a low sound of pleasure to purl out from his chest. "i do not know what she enjoys. she has kept herself chaste." the implication was that satsu would capitulate the night of their wedding.
but ramesses knew she would not.
his mouth remembered the lustrous feel of her throat.
"but your skill is great. whatever she prefers, you will be able to do that for her."