Wind and Dreams (2nd Edition) by Linda North

Author:Linda North [North, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LiberWriter.com
Published: 2020-07-10T22:00:00+00:00

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The sun-touched bench surface, warmed Rose’s skin through her wet shift. Rose lay on her stomach, the sun’s rays on her back. She couldn’t endure the direct sunlight for long due to her fair complexion.

The women’s playfulness carried to her ears. She could easily pick out each woman’s voice.

Yet, one voice caressed her senses as if fingers smoothed down a cat’s back, the cat arching sensually into the touch. She closed her eyes tighter to dispel this feeling that both excited and frightened.

A pang of arousal made her squirm when she recalled Meryt stepping into the pool. Her body displayed proudly and without shame. A groan caught in her throat when remembering the heat of that body and press of soft breasts.

This attraction to Meryt posed a danger of her losing all sense of propriety. She felt a stranger to herself, not recognizing the woman she was becoming, had become, with an awareness of emotions she’d always romanticized. Yet, hadn’t she always longed to feel passion? How naive to think passion a welcoming fire confined to the relative safety of a hearth created by love. No, passion was a spark from a lightning bolt that struck a tree in a forest. That spark could cause a wild fire consuming all.

Her lips slightly opened and relaxed when remembering affectionate and tender kisses from Meryt last evening at the feast. She returned kisses. It wasn’t just wine that lowered her defenses and caused her response. Those kisses were in no way like the fervent one on the night she’d offered herself to Meryt. The tenderness in them awakened an ache to go back to that time and to Meryt’s kiss of fire, allowing it to sweep her into desire and its ultimate fulfillment.

Ice and Fire. Meryt embodied both. As nisut, cold and autocratic, dedicated to duty, possessing a sense of entitlement. Maybe that’s how all holding power acted. Meryt’s belief Rose belonged to her, a gift from Neit, property, appalled her. In all fairness, some men in her acquaintance possessed the same view of their wives and daughters. Women were chattel passed from the care of one man to the care of another. Except Meryt was a woman, not a man. However, her power as nisut would put her on an equal footing alongside any imperious male in Rose’s acquaintance. No. Rose knew no man in her acquaintance who wielded the power Meryt seemed to possess.

What of Meryt, the woman, who held a childlike joy for learning? Rose recalled her interest in stories of the American West with its cowboys and Indians. And Meryt’s fondness of reading aloud to them and sharing laughter. When not acting as nisut, she displayed warmth and love to the two women in her life. When Meryt allowed her feminine nature to emerge, she was considerate and kind, and a woman of fire in her passions.

The passionate encounters the three women shared intrigued her. The sounds they made when engaged in ‘pleasuring,’ as Tiye called it, caused her to wonder what the three, or two, were doing to cause such ardent cries.

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