Lion Head Mesa lebanon

At his voice, her heart thrummed so wildly she thought it to be singing.

The languid figure slipped from his throne and moved toward her. Kasmut stood demurely, wanting and waiting for his presence to meet her and fill her with pleasure. At the touch of his kisses, she sighed sweetly into the air. The diamond’s starlit lashes fluttered over her pale gaze. Kasmut would have remained there, frozen in her own desire, if she’d had the choice.

The girl Belen is a noisy little thing. She has such fire, Pharaoh…

A soft laugh filled the space after her words.

She’ll need taming. At least, to dull the sharpness of her tongue.