Heka kept her true nature hidden, her desires and fantasies locked away where no one could see them. She had her pride, and she would not let these strangers see the depths of her depravity.
When the night was far in, Heka took Benjamin's hand and led him to a more secluded tent somewhere farther into the palace area.
The celebration continued behind them, the sounds of music and laughter fading as they walked into the darkness.
Her heart was pounding, her palms sweaty, but she knew what she wanted.
Benjamin totally reasoned Heka had gotten aroused by all the buffed up tribesmen dancing and moving around, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat in the firelight, their movements rhythmic and hypnotic as they twisted and turned around the blazing bonfires.
He had watched her eyes follow them, had seen the way her breath had quickened, the way her fingers had twitched at her sides whenever a particularly well-built warrior passed by.
