Eve: A Novel of the First Woman by Elissa Elliott

Author:Elissa Elliott [Elliott, Elissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781501271038
Google: 1LukPwAACAAJ
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Goodreads: 7012510
Publisher: Dell Publishing
Published: 2009-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

Naava woke with scarlet spots upon her breasts and stomach. She pulled at her skin. “No,” she exclaimed. “No, no, no.” She touched the papules daintily; they were soft and round. She knew it was worse than a simple heat rash, and she cringed to think that she would have to go to Aya for help.

Her beauty. Her pride. She did not want to live.

At the morning repast, Aya announced with a smile that Naava had abundantly more upon her face and neck and back. Naava thought, What kind of wretched face do I display to the world? The spots begged her to scratch them, tear them apart, let them weep, but Aya snapped, “You’ll look like a warthog.”

Naava wanted to retort, “You would know,” but she was feeling feverish and a bit of malaise and had not the gumption. Besides, Aya had promised a cool poultice that would take the itch away. Naava would wait until after Aya had given it to her to say what she felt. All her plans were ruined. Who knew how long this affliction would last? She could not return to the city looking like a piece of raw speckled meat.

Cain joked, “What beast have we here?”

She stomped her foot. “Stop it this instant,” she snapped at him.

He laughed through the meal and continued to torment her, calling her “maggot face” and “cheese face” and “wormwood.” She wondered why she had ever lain with him.

Ever since that day in the city, Naava had pondered her encounter with the prince. True, she had imagined licking the salt from his earlobes and kissing the hollow of his neck. In her dreams, she had stroked the hairs on his chest that curled like spirals—but no, she was getting this all wrong. That was Cain. The prince’s chest had been bare. She felt her hands and feet go numb with delight, her lips go slack with hunger. She envisioned breasts and buttocks cupped. She gripped his swollenness in her mouth and rolled it about on her tongue, teasing it, coaxing it to grow, just as she had done with Cain. He groaned, she believed, for she had made him happy. She wanted him to like her. She wanted him to love her.

She had been a coward before, when the moment had come. The prince had tried to do all those things and more, there upon the hard swept earth, and she had rejected him; she had pushed him away. She had acted like a child, afraid of adventure and thrill.

Why should she have felt these emotions if she was not ready?

In truth, what kind of Elohim would create such desires if He did not want them to be fulfilled? Show her Elohim or Cain’s gods. Did they know lust? Did they know love? They did not. Not as Naava knew it, for she knew of no one else who felt those coursings as she did, in her heart, or in her loins.

She and her prince would taste each other and be full.

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