Calloused hands ran circles over her hips, and a gasp hitched in her throat as a voice against her neck whispered, “That was my first kiss.”
It sounded breathless and free, as if they had both tumbled off a cliff and were weightless in the sky together. She felt everything in the plunge, but she wasn’t afraid. She was focused on the person in front of her.
This was the moment that Namaari fell in love; this is when it sank into her bones and became as seminal to her being as her crown and her hair.
This was the moment she fell in love with Raya.
Namaari realizes her sexuality after a magical kiss with Raya. Namaari is torn between her love for Raya and her love for her people when the elders insist that she marry a man to produce an heir. What will she choose: her duty, or her heart?
Bookmarked by hollyhocks
13 Mar 2021