Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

Semer-wati invited her look. She would notice the way his hackles ridged and shone down his spine in the sunlight. She would see the defined muscles in his chest and legs as he bent near, his neck arching high like a stallion’s while his face pressed close to her’s. A dripping arm emerged from the river to trace a covetous line down her jaw with a black claw-tip.

“If you are a good wife you will be loved passionately. A husband will clothe you, protect you, keep your belly full, and you will be a fertile field for your master,” his smile revealed a pinpoint of ivory.

“Indeed, we are blessed to have found one another. High priest Senmut will arrange a meeting, but not until after Pharaoh has delivered our children and recovered from the birth. I’m afraid you're trapped with me until then,” he purred.