Excerpt:

Prologue

Temple of Hathor, Dendara, Egypt, 1123 B.C.

The night air teased Jamila’s skin through the fine linen robe. Just thinking about the warrior Bomani sent damp fire through her core. Her body ached for him with an insatiable lust. No other man attracted her this way. His hard body and thick sword would soon claim her once again.

Given to the temple at the age of five, Jamila grew up surrounded by luxury and debauchery in equal measures. The Goddess Hathor granted her temple maidens freedom to love where they wanted. Introduced to the art of pleasure at eighteen, Jamila learned her lessons well. Now twenty-three and one of Hathor’s handmaidens, she could have her choice of lovers. And she chose Bomani.

Jamila leaned around the column where she hid, seeking sight of her lover. The clear night sky cast the light of a thousand stars over the courtyard. Anticipation whetted her desire. Secrecy only heightened the erotic nature of their meetings. Three weeks had passed since her last tryst with the tall, muscled warrior. Three weeks too long.

A shadow moved toward her. The soft swish of linen accompanied silent footsteps.

Intense pleasure shivered through her body leaving her panting. Bomani must have seen her. His stride quickened.

“Bomani!” The soft gasp was muffled by his lips on hers.

Hard muscles pressed her against the temple column. Already erect, his cock pushed into the soft flesh of her stomach.

“I want you now.” Bomani’s hoarse groan fanned the fire in her pussy.

“Yes...” Jamila tugged the edge of his linen tunic up until her hands found the thick, swollen shaft. Grasping his cock in one hand, her fingers not quite closing around the girth, she stroked him. “I need to feel you in me. Now.”

More than any other man, Bomani stirred her desire. She dreamed of his thick veined flesh plunging deep in her aching pussy. Thoughts of his arrival had held her on the edge of orgasm for days. Now, with satisfaction imminent, she almost came just from touching him.

Rough calloused hands grabbed her ass and squeezed. Frantic fingers rolled up the sheer material until her gown bunched around her waist. Pushing her against the limestone column, Bomani grabbed her thighs and pulled her up.
Jamila released his weeping cock and flung her arms around him. Her legs circled his waist. The blunt head of hot flesh nudged her wet, aching hole. His thick shaft slid deep in one hard stroke. She bit the tight muscle of his shoulder to keep from screaming her pleasure.

The cool evening air contrasted with the heat of his cock. His soft linen tunic caressed her breasts through her near- transparent robe. Her nipples tightened to hard points. She rubbed the sensitive nubs against his heavily muscled chest.

Intense pleasure rolled through her body as his long, hard cock withdrew before plunging again. The hard column bracing her against her lover grated against her back.

His musky scent blended with the heady aroma of her own juices. He once again impaled her with his thick sword. Her body shuddered with pleasure at the invasion.

Muffled groans combined with the wet slap of flesh. The dank smell of the Nile delta mingled with the pungent scent of arousal. Pleasure burned through Jamila as her body raced toward ecstasy. A few more strokes would be all she needed to quench the fire in her body.

“Bomani!”

The icy voice of the Priestess Keket washed over Jamila like a sudden cold shower. Even her obvious fury didn’t cool the fire in Jamila’s loins.

Jamila’s legs tightened on Bomani’s waist to keep her lover from pulling away. “No,” she moaned. Her determination was no match for his strength. The hot flesh she’d desired for weeks slipped free of her aching cunt. She tottered off balance when her legs dropped and her feet hit the ground. “No!”

Caught having sex with Keket’s lover, Jamila should have been afraid. Her lust-driven mind wouldn’t recognize the seriousness of her situation. Jamila could be banished from the Temple.

Little did she know the power the High Priestess Keket wielded.

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