and smiled. “A life running with you will surpass even a single day resting in luxury as the slave of a powerful wizard. You’ve offered me the world, Khanu, and I accept.”
A moment later she gasped when Khanu’s hands found her bottom and lifted her against him. He moved skillfully toward the wide cot, made for two to share, and lay down, settling her atop him.
With eager hands she removed his belt, and he bucked his hips up to allow her to remove his wrap and loincloth. When she settled herself again, it was against the hot, bare skin of his erection. She squeezed her thighs around his hips and lowered herself until the soft tip touched her intimate entrance.
“I am at your mercy, Nayari. I will do only what you ask of me.”
She arched her back, reveling in the solid form beneath her. “Touch me, Khanu. Touch me inside.”
He grasped her hips and brought her down quickly. She cried out, unconcerned that Horeb and Setma might hear. Considering Setma’s state, they would certainly not question the sounds of desire coming from the room. Khanu filled her, deeply and completely, and when she moved with him, rising slowly then taking him deeper still, a feeling spread through her that she’d never known.
Khanu guided her, held her, and helped her, caressing and cupping her body, arching his hips each time she came down on him. Within her, the most delicious pressure built, a feeling of strength and power she’d never experienced even when she lay under Ammonptah and he reminded her of his coveted position as a magistrate and brother to the pharaoh.
At this moment, Nayari was no longer a possession, yet she was more cherished than she’d ever been before. She was no longer a body slave, and yet she felt in her heart that she belonged to Khanu in every way.
She curled herself forward, moaning as her body spasmed within. Beneath her hands, his sweat-slick skin hardened. His muscles became like steel, and his body shuddered. He held her with his gaze and clutched her tightly. With a final claiming thrust, he spilled his seed within her and, when his breath finally escaped, he whispered her name reverently as a prayer to the gods.
“Praise to Min,” Nayari whispered against his chest. His heart pounded beneath her breasts, and his lips found the soft spot at the base of her ear and nuzzled, causing shock waves of pleasure to rush through her exhausted limbs.
“Perhaps he smiles on us because we saw his sacred ritual in the temple.”
“I’ve wanted you since that moment,” Nayari confessed. Heat washed over her face, and Khanu chuckled. “Had we been going into the temple, rather than out, I’d have thrown myself atop you the moment we were alone.”
“We are alone now, and you are atop me. Perhaps we could—”
“Khanu! Nayari!” Horeb’s urgent whisper interrupted their breathless conversation. Nayari’s blood ran cold as she removed herself from Khanu and scrambled for her discarded dress.
“There are soldiers at the edge of town. We must hide you now.”
Cait had barely gotten to Horeb’s warning when Grant rose and captured her in his arms. The image of Nayari and Khanu clinging to each other, taking sustenance from each other in the tiny room, tumbled through her mind when Grant released the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt.
He sent a line of fiery kisses down her neck and spread her shirt wide. She threw her head back and let out an encouraging moan when he dragged the lacy strap of her bra off one shoulder. When his lips closed over her nipple, she cupped the back of his head to hold him there, urging him to feast on the hardened peak.
The ancient lovers faded from her imagination, but the heat of their passion remained. The ember of desire became a flame that engulfed Cait and Grant, growing hotter when he rose from the couch and pulled her to her feet. While she worked the buttons of his shirt, he pulled off her skirt and slid his fingers into her panties. She
A moment later she gasped when Khanu’s hands found her bottom and lifted her against him. He moved skillfully toward the wide cot, made for two to share, and lay down, settling her atop him.
With eager hands she removed his belt, and he bucked his hips up to allow her to remove his wrap and loincloth. When she settled herself again, it was against the hot, bare skin of his erection. She squeezed her thighs around his hips and lowered herself until the soft tip touched her intimate entrance.
“I am at your mercy, Nayari. I will do only what you ask of me.”
She arched her back, reveling in the solid form beneath her. “Touch me, Khanu. Touch me inside.”
He grasped her hips and brought her down quickly. She cried out, unconcerned that Horeb and Setma might hear. Considering Setma’s state, they would certainly not question the sounds of desire coming from the room. Khanu filled her, deeply and completely, and when she moved with him, rising slowly then taking him deeper still, a feeling spread through her that she’d never known.
Khanu guided her, held her, and helped her, caressing and cupping her body, arching his hips each time she came down on him. Within her, the most delicious pressure built, a feeling of strength and power she’d never experienced even when she lay under Ammonptah and he reminded her of his coveted position as a magistrate and brother to the pharaoh.
At this moment, Nayari was no longer a possession, yet she was more cherished than she’d ever been before. She was no longer a body slave, and yet she felt in her heart that she belonged to Khanu in every way.
She curled herself forward, moaning as her body spasmed within. Beneath her hands, his sweat-slick skin hardened. His muscles became like steel, and his body shuddered. He held her with his gaze and clutched her tightly. With a final claiming thrust, he spilled his seed within her and, when his breath finally escaped, he whispered her name reverently as a prayer to the gods.
“Praise to Min,” Nayari whispered against his chest. His heart pounded beneath her breasts, and his lips found the soft spot at the base of her ear and nuzzled, causing shock waves of pleasure to rush through her exhausted limbs.
“Perhaps he smiles on us because we saw his sacred ritual in the temple.”
“I’ve wanted you since that moment,” Nayari confessed. Heat washed over her face, and Khanu chuckled. “Had we been going into the temple, rather than out, I’d have thrown myself atop you the moment we were alone.”
“We are alone now, and you are atop me. Perhaps we could—”
“Khanu! Nayari!” Horeb’s urgent whisper interrupted their breathless conversation. Nayari’s blood ran cold as she removed herself from Khanu and scrambled for her discarded dress.
“There are soldiers at the edge of town. We must hide you now.”
Cait had barely gotten to Horeb’s warning when Grant rose and captured her in his arms. The image of Nayari and Khanu clinging to each other, taking sustenance from each other in the tiny room, tumbled through her mind when Grant released the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt.
He sent a line of fiery kisses down her neck and spread her shirt wide. She threw her head back and let out an encouraging moan when he dragged the lacy strap of her bra off one shoulder. When his lips closed over her nipple, she cupped the back of his head to hold him there, urging him to feast on the hardened peak.
The ancient lovers faded from her imagination, but the heat of their passion remained. The ember of desire became a flame that engulfed Cait and Grant, growing hotter when he rose from the couch and pulled her to her feet. While she worked the buttons of his shirt, he pulled off her skirt and slid his fingers into her panties. She
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