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Zoser was lost to every sensation, every mewl and moan that she made. The sharp cry and shift she made as she gasped into her climax nearly dragged him right over the edge as well, but damned be the sharp pain in his side that found him groaning - but not quiet in the same pleasure she did.
Thankfully, she was lost in her own pleasure as he sucked in a sharp breath, allowing the crest of her wave of pleasure to dictate the tapering speed. His own eyes closed as he relaxed again, the sharpness of that moment of pain stinging his eyes a bit.
However, all it took was one look up at her to keep him from losing his pace towards his own end entirely.
Neithotep looked absolutely ravished above him, and there was that secret, unspoken smugness that men held when they knew they were responsible for such a thing. It stoked the flames within him again, even though the pace had slowed to a crawl. As her fingertips traced along his cheek, her eyes shining with tender affections. The lurch of his heart knew that he would be in ruins in that moment, each seam that held him together being plucked apart by the care she held for him, package into a single look. If he thought about it too much, he would lose this moment of passion to one of pure sentimentality...so instead, he smirked, catching one of her tracing fingertips gingerly between his teeth and flicking the tip of it with his tongue, unable to suppress the debauched thoughts that fluttered through his mind as he did so.
There was a sense of relief the moment she started to move, with his peak being so close but the heat of it cooling just slightly as she reached hers. A groan of pleasure allowed his head to loll back, eyes closing and his brows furrowing lightly as he felt the razor's edge of pleasure and pain press deeper and deeper, until in a moment, his palms flexed and spread to grip at her tightly as he released.
A primal, shuddering groan gripped him as he pressed his forehead against the side of her neck as he spilled into her, hissing almost as the force of the release tugged at sore muscles and ligaments, but he didn't care.
Gods, he felt like king of the world in that moment.
At last, she was his.
All these weeks of being so close to her, seeing the split skin and bruises that the other unworthy man had inflicted on her. No, in this entirely self-absorbed moment, he knew he was the only one for Nia. And...she never would have said those words of love to him if she had not meant it?
There was no denying now that Zoser was utterly besotted with the woman in his arms, and for the first time, the ageless poems of love and lust and romance seemed to make sense to him. If he could, he would absorb them both into one and stay there until the end of time.
Instead, as the scalding heat of the moment cooled to a simmer, he replaced the panting of his breath with gentle kisses against her collarbone, allowing his face to bury in her hair and breathe her in.
"I love you with all of me," Zoser murmured, not knowing if she could even hear his words the way that he buried his breath into her hair and skin. Languidly, he leaned back to look up into her dark eyes, his hands tangling themselves playfully into the hair that cascaded along her back as he pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Come home with me?" he asked, barely a whisper to her lips, "At least, for a short while...I know you must go home, but..."
A wash of embarrassment flushed across his cheeks at asking her to compromise the rest of her night with him, knowing how important it was for no one to ever ask questions or suspect any involvement between them, "But I wish to hold you tonight."
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Zoser was lost to every sensation, every mewl and moan that she made. The sharp cry and shift she made as she gasped into her climax nearly dragged him right over the edge as well, but damned be the sharp pain in his side that found him groaning - but not quiet in the same pleasure she did.
Thankfully, she was lost in her own pleasure as he sucked in a sharp breath, allowing the crest of her wave of pleasure to dictate the tapering speed. His own eyes closed as he relaxed again, the sharpness of that moment of pain stinging his eyes a bit.
However, all it took was one look up at her to keep him from losing his pace towards his own end entirely.
Neithotep looked absolutely ravished above him, and there was that secret, unspoken smugness that men held when they knew they were responsible for such a thing. It stoked the flames within him again, even though the pace had slowed to a crawl. As her fingertips traced along his cheek, her eyes shining with tender affections. The lurch of his heart knew that he would be in ruins in that moment, each seam that held him together being plucked apart by the care she held for him, package into a single look. If he thought about it too much, he would lose this moment of passion to one of pure sentimentality...so instead, he smirked, catching one of her tracing fingertips gingerly between his teeth and flicking the tip of it with his tongue, unable to suppress the debauched thoughts that fluttered through his mind as he did so.
There was a sense of relief the moment she started to move, with his peak being so close but the heat of it cooling just slightly as she reached hers. A groan of pleasure allowed his head to loll back, eyes closing and his brows furrowing lightly as he felt the razor's edge of pleasure and pain press deeper and deeper, until in a moment, his palms flexed and spread to grip at her tightly as he released.
A primal, shuddering groan gripped him as he pressed his forehead against the side of her neck as he spilled into her, hissing almost as the force of the release tugged at sore muscles and ligaments, but he didn't care.
Gods, he felt like king of the world in that moment.
At last, she was his.
All these weeks of being so close to her, seeing the split skin and bruises that the other unworthy man had inflicted on her. No, in this entirely self-absorbed moment, he knew he was the only one for Nia. And...she never would have said those words of love to him if she had not meant it?
There was no denying now that Zoser was utterly besotted with the woman in his arms, and for the first time, the ageless poems of love and lust and romance seemed to make sense to him. If he could, he would absorb them both into one and stay there until the end of time.
Instead, as the scalding heat of the moment cooled to a simmer, he replaced the panting of his breath with gentle kisses against her collarbone, allowing his face to bury in her hair and breathe her in.
"I love you with all of me," Zoser murmured, not knowing if she could even hear his words the way that he buried his breath into her hair and skin. Languidly, he leaned back to look up into her dark eyes, his hands tangling themselves playfully into the hair that cascaded along her back as he pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Come home with me?" he asked, barely a whisper to her lips, "At least, for a short while...I know you must go home, but..."
A wash of embarrassment flushed across his cheeks at asking her to compromise the rest of her night with him, knowing how important it was for no one to ever ask questions or suspect any involvement between them, "But I wish to hold you tonight."
Zoser was lost to every sensation, every mewl and moan that she made. The sharp cry and shift she made as she gasped into her climax nearly dragged him right over the edge as well, but damned be the sharp pain in his side that found him groaning - but not quiet in the same pleasure she did.
Thankfully, she was lost in her own pleasure as he sucked in a sharp breath, allowing the crest of her wave of pleasure to dictate the tapering speed. His own eyes closed as he relaxed again, the sharpness of that moment of pain stinging his eyes a bit.
However, all it took was one look up at her to keep him from losing his pace towards his own end entirely.
Neithotep looked absolutely ravished above him, and there was that secret, unspoken smugness that men held when they knew they were responsible for such a thing. It stoked the flames within him again, even though the pace had slowed to a crawl. As her fingertips traced along his cheek, her eyes shining with tender affections. The lurch of his heart knew that he would be in ruins in that moment, each seam that held him together being plucked apart by the care she held for him, package into a single look. If he thought about it too much, he would lose this moment of passion to one of pure sentimentality...so instead, he smirked, catching one of her tracing fingertips gingerly between his teeth and flicking the tip of it with his tongue, unable to suppress the debauched thoughts that fluttered through his mind as he did so.
There was a sense of relief the moment she started to move, with his peak being so close but the heat of it cooling just slightly as she reached hers. A groan of pleasure allowed his head to loll back, eyes closing and his brows furrowing lightly as he felt the razor's edge of pleasure and pain press deeper and deeper, until in a moment, his palms flexed and spread to grip at her tightly as he released.
A primal, shuddering groan gripped him as he pressed his forehead against the side of her neck as he spilled into her, hissing almost as the force of the release tugged at sore muscles and ligaments, but he didn't care.
Gods, he felt like king of the world in that moment.
At last, she was his.
All these weeks of being so close to her, seeing the split skin and bruises that the other unworthy man had inflicted on her. No, in this entirely self-absorbed moment, he knew he was the only one for Nia. And...she never would have said those words of love to him if she had not meant it?
There was no denying now that Zoser was utterly besotted with the woman in his arms, and for the first time, the ageless poems of love and lust and romance seemed to make sense to him. If he could, he would absorb them both into one and stay there until the end of time.
Instead, as the scalding heat of the moment cooled to a simmer, he replaced the panting of his breath with gentle kisses against her collarbone, allowing his face to bury in her hair and breathe her in.
"I love you with all of me," Zoser murmured, not knowing if she could even hear his words the way that he buried his breath into her hair and skin. Languidly, he leaned back to look up into her dark eyes, his hands tangling themselves playfully into the hair that cascaded along her back as he pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Come home with me?" he asked, barely a whisper to her lips, "At least, for a short while...I know you must go home, but..."
A wash of embarrassment flushed across his cheeks at asking her to compromise the rest of her night with him, knowing how important it was for no one to ever ask questions or suspect any involvement between them, "But I wish to hold you tonight."
She knew the moment he let go, the warmth within her as he groaned into her neck. She held him to her as tightly as she dared, loving hands stroking along his neck and back as he met his end. It was a moment of sweetness isolated in a maelstrom of darkness, and for that alone, Nia would have chased Zoser to the ends of the earth. With everything that had happened in these past months, Zoser had been a pillar of strength and a bastion of sanity, and as inconstant as the chaos around her was, he was always there to ground her.
I love you with all of me.
His words were soft, barely audible, but they strummed along her heart with the force of a scream. She closed her eyes as he pulled her into a kiss, melting in his embrace as surely as ice held to fire. He was hers, and she was his. No matter the claims Iahotep had laid on her, this was real. And she would do everything in her power to hold onto it.
Breaking from the kiss, Zoser’s face was open and earnest with his quiet suggestion, Nia’s hand running gently through his greying hair. Her features softening into a smile as he stumbled over his explanation, she shook her head, but not in denial, only that he seemed so shy in the asking. After what had just transpired here, after all the secrets she had spilled into his ears, it was such a simple request. Even if she knew as well as he did what it could cost them.
“Of course I’ll come home with you,” she murmured in response, the ball of her thumb drifting along the ridge of his cheekbone. Her lips pressed to his forehead, the ridge between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, until they found their way back to his mouth, both hands cupping his cheeks as she sealed the promise with a kiss. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his, a warm sense of contentment filling her.
This was how it should be between lovers. Warm and fuzzy, with compassion and tenderness to spare. Never again would she take such a thing for granted, not when she knew the depths of icy coldness men were capable of.
“I want nothing more than to feel your arms around me when I go to sleep tonight,” she went on as her arms slunk around his neck, her nose nuzzling against his. “To know I will wake in safety and comfort, for once, rather than fear and pain.”
One last kiss was pressed to his mouth before she disentangled herself from his grasp, her hands running down his shoulders and arms until they stopped to twine their fingers together. Gently pulling him to his feet, she paused only to redon her kalasiris, hastily wrapping it around her hips and tying it off over her shoulder. Taking his hand again, she pressed the back of it to her cheek, looking up at him as a smile spread across her features. The depth of emotion in her eyes was almost painful to witness before she closed them to lean into the touch of their conjoined hands.
“Let’s go,” she murmured as she tucked her arm in his, allowing him to lead them from the archives and back toward his home. Of course, it was a spectacularly bad idea, but when had Nia been known for her good judgement? The head and the heart could rarely agree, and the young noblewoman was a shining testament to that.
Ever the fool for love.
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She knew the moment he let go, the warmth within her as he groaned into her neck. She held him to her as tightly as she dared, loving hands stroking along his neck and back as he met his end. It was a moment of sweetness isolated in a maelstrom of darkness, and for that alone, Nia would have chased Zoser to the ends of the earth. With everything that had happened in these past months, Zoser had been a pillar of strength and a bastion of sanity, and as inconstant as the chaos around her was, he was always there to ground her.
I love you with all of me.
His words were soft, barely audible, but they strummed along her heart with the force of a scream. She closed her eyes as he pulled her into a kiss, melting in his embrace as surely as ice held to fire. He was hers, and she was his. No matter the claims Iahotep had laid on her, this was real. And she would do everything in her power to hold onto it.
Breaking from the kiss, Zoser’s face was open and earnest with his quiet suggestion, Nia’s hand running gently through his greying hair. Her features softening into a smile as he stumbled over his explanation, she shook her head, but not in denial, only that he seemed so shy in the asking. After what had just transpired here, after all the secrets she had spilled into his ears, it was such a simple request. Even if she knew as well as he did what it could cost them.
“Of course I’ll come home with you,” she murmured in response, the ball of her thumb drifting along the ridge of his cheekbone. Her lips pressed to his forehead, the ridge between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, until they found their way back to his mouth, both hands cupping his cheeks as she sealed the promise with a kiss. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his, a warm sense of contentment filling her.
This was how it should be between lovers. Warm and fuzzy, with compassion and tenderness to spare. Never again would she take such a thing for granted, not when she knew the depths of icy coldness men were capable of.
“I want nothing more than to feel your arms around me when I go to sleep tonight,” she went on as her arms slunk around his neck, her nose nuzzling against his. “To know I will wake in safety and comfort, for once, rather than fear and pain.”
One last kiss was pressed to his mouth before she disentangled herself from his grasp, her hands running down his shoulders and arms until they stopped to twine their fingers together. Gently pulling him to his feet, she paused only to redon her kalasiris, hastily wrapping it around her hips and tying it off over her shoulder. Taking his hand again, she pressed the back of it to her cheek, looking up at him as a smile spread across her features. The depth of emotion in her eyes was almost painful to witness before she closed them to lean into the touch of their conjoined hands.
“Let’s go,” she murmured as she tucked her arm in his, allowing him to lead them from the archives and back toward his home. Of course, it was a spectacularly bad idea, but when had Nia been known for her good judgement? The head and the heart could rarely agree, and the young noblewoman was a shining testament to that.
Ever the fool for love.
She knew the moment he let go, the warmth within her as he groaned into her neck. She held him to her as tightly as she dared, loving hands stroking along his neck and back as he met his end. It was a moment of sweetness isolated in a maelstrom of darkness, and for that alone, Nia would have chased Zoser to the ends of the earth. With everything that had happened in these past months, Zoser had been a pillar of strength and a bastion of sanity, and as inconstant as the chaos around her was, he was always there to ground her.
I love you with all of me.
His words were soft, barely audible, but they strummed along her heart with the force of a scream. She closed her eyes as he pulled her into a kiss, melting in his embrace as surely as ice held to fire. He was hers, and she was his. No matter the claims Iahotep had laid on her, this was real. And she would do everything in her power to hold onto it.
Breaking from the kiss, Zoser’s face was open and earnest with his quiet suggestion, Nia’s hand running gently through his greying hair. Her features softening into a smile as he stumbled over his explanation, she shook her head, but not in denial, only that he seemed so shy in the asking. After what had just transpired here, after all the secrets she had spilled into his ears, it was such a simple request. Even if she knew as well as he did what it could cost them.
“Of course I’ll come home with you,” she murmured in response, the ball of her thumb drifting along the ridge of his cheekbone. Her lips pressed to his forehead, the ridge between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, until they found their way back to his mouth, both hands cupping his cheeks as she sealed the promise with a kiss. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his, a warm sense of contentment filling her.
This was how it should be between lovers. Warm and fuzzy, with compassion and tenderness to spare. Never again would she take such a thing for granted, not when she knew the depths of icy coldness men were capable of.
“I want nothing more than to feel your arms around me when I go to sleep tonight,” she went on as her arms slunk around his neck, her nose nuzzling against his. “To know I will wake in safety and comfort, for once, rather than fear and pain.”
One last kiss was pressed to his mouth before she disentangled herself from his grasp, her hands running down his shoulders and arms until they stopped to twine their fingers together. Gently pulling him to his feet, she paused only to redon her kalasiris, hastily wrapping it around her hips and tying it off over her shoulder. Taking his hand again, she pressed the back of it to her cheek, looking up at him as a smile spread across her features. The depth of emotion in her eyes was almost painful to witness before she closed them to lean into the touch of their conjoined hands.
“Let’s go,” she murmured as she tucked her arm in his, allowing him to lead them from the archives and back toward his home. Of course, it was a spectacularly bad idea, but when had Nia been known for her good judgement? The head and the heart could rarely agree, and the young noblewoman was a shining testament to that.