from your mother?”
Amonmose closed his eyes briefly, hoping she could not see his anguish. He did not like to talk about his mother. “Is your mother as beautiful as you, Kama?” he managed to ask instead.
“She is very beautiful. I miss her terribly and I know she is worrying for me.”
“Tell me about her.” He needed to hear something to make him forget his own painful memories. Kama was the perfect diversion. He concentrated on watching the way her lips moved when she spoke.
Kama gave him a pleading look and sighed loudly. “My mother is Mutema Nibemheb-Hotep. She is strong and independent and smart, like all Nubian women. And she raised me to be the same way.”
He looked her up and down. “And so you are, Kama.” He felt a familiar heat creep into his loins again. Why was it that he wanted this woman so badly?
Kama gazed into his eyes. Her look was still defiant, but her tone had softened. “Please,” she implored him. “Grant me my leave.”
Amunmose held her gaze. “You told me earlier that you were just a simple woman. This, I understand. Despite my royal position, I, too, am just a simple man.”
She shrugged. “But you are Pharaoh. You are considered divine by many.”
“And yet, I have mortal needs.” An agonized expression slipped across her face, and she tried to pull away, but he held her tightly. “I cannot let you go my ebony beauty. You have infiltrated my defenses like no army could.” He kissed the back of her hand, his lips gently grazing her knuckles. “I am not as callous as you may believe. Give yourself to me. I promise only good things for you.”
She shook her head, anger flashing in her dark eyes. “You ask the impossible. Because of you, I have seen death and sorrow. Yet, you feel that I can put this aside and offer myself willingly to you? Each time I look at you, I would remember! Each time you touch me, I would recall the reason I am here! No!” She stood abruptly. “It can never be!”
Amonmose felt the litter sway wildly. “Kama, sit down!” he ordered. “You will topple us!”
She fell back into her seat, and tears sprang from her eyes. “May the gods have mercy on me,” she sobbed, “and cure my heart of this awful pain.”
Amonmose scowled. “Where is the defiant woman that stared me down in Aswan?” he growled. “What happened to the fiery tempered wench who made my heart pound and my loins tighten?”
“I am still here,” she declared through her tears, “Begging for my release. What say you?”
His emotions hardened once again. “I said I would consider it, and I have. You will remain, Kama. And tears will not move me.” You are mine, and I will not part with you. Ever.”
She lifted her reddened eyes to glare at him. Her lips pressed into a bitter line. “Then, you should know, I am not chaste,” she spit the words like a challenge. “Do you desire me now, Pharaoh?”
Amonmose rushed her, clutching her wrists in the tight vise of his fingers. “I assumed nothing less.” He sneered. “I know of no woman who has made it past the age of eighteen without losing her virginity. That hardly matters to me. What matters is that you are mine now.” He spoke in a deadly tone. “Every man in my kingdom knows whom you belong to. I have left my brand on you, and I shall do it again and again until I am satisfied.”
He pulled her hard against him and then grabbed a handful of her hair. He tugged, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her head fall back and her lips part. With unchecked fervor, Amonmose crushed his mouth against hers, claiming her lips, searing her with a kiss filled with wild dominance, and pulling harder when she resisted. He invaded the sweet wetness of her mouth, taking everything he wanted. His passion equaled his anger as he suckled and nibbled and teased her lips. He felt a hardness forming in his loins, his own body reacting to the taste of her, the touch of her. She had put a
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