Nkoyo paced her room after Ekong’s call. She’d never done what she was considering, not even for her fiancé, the man she was about to marry.
The call hadn’t been what she’d been expecting. Ekong had seemed so aloof and had sounded as though he’d just been fulfilling all righteousness by calling. She had expected that he’d be furious with her for not reaching out, if not because he’d missed her but at least because, she’d promised that they would communicate on phone.
She hadn’t done that in weeks, and Ekong had told her that he’d been trying, but he didn’t sound indignant in the least. Nkoyo knew the nuances in her fiancé’s character; those nuances were zero when he’d called. It had felt like his thoughts were elsewhere, shockingly, she realized that he’d sounded like she’d felt during the call, her heart and mind had been on Onen and she’d been impatient to end the aimless call.
Another strange thing was his agreeing to stay over at the palace through the weekend and he’d stammered that out when he’d informed her, like he was guilty. She couldn’t fathom what was going on with Ekong and she didn’t want to waste time doing that, she had to explain herself and salvage her friendship with Onen.
With a hammering heart, she slipped out of her room and determinedly went to Onen’s room. None of them had gone to dinner and she knew how that would look with his parents, they would know something was going on with them, Nkoyo swallowed her dread and shook herself, she didn’t really care about them for now, she only cared about clearing the air with Onen.
Nkoyo didn’t knock, she sincerely hoped his door wasn’t locked as she bent the handle and pushed in; she was half glad and half scared when she saw him pacing as she’d done a couple of minutes ago. Glad that he seemed perturbed for her sake, it meant that she wasn’t alone in her attraction; scared because he looked really angry.
When she closed the door behind her it made a little click and he swiveled around to face her.
“I’m sorry,” she immediately apologized walking into the room but stopping when he growled. One thing she was happy about her confidence or over bearing character as some may call it, was her ability to face problems head on and solve them no matter what.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out that way,” she said humbly.
“Or not at all,” Onen pointed out angrily and resumed pacing but this time his eyes met hers accusingly. He’d unbuttoned his shirt half way, exposing his broad chest and a part of his inner wear; it was as though his anger had interrupted the process of undressing, Nkoyo found the sight very distracting, she wanted to touch him and find out if his chest was as hard as it looked.
Swallowing from the spear of desire that shut through her, she tried making her expression remain apologetic.
“You made me like you,” he accused with both his words and his gaze.
“Err…I did no such thing,” she instantly refuted, took a deep breath and sighed, “But then you didn’t do anything either, and…I like you,” her eyes stared at him, expressing her vulnerability. She was shedding off all her arrogance and airs of entitlement and becoming simply a woman who liked the man in front of her. She was no royalty at this point and if he shut her down, she didn’t know if she’d ever recover from it.
“Christ, Nk, you told me some pretty bad stuffs that you did at home. I’m pretty sure nobody knows those things, but you told me and I told you mine, even about my last relationship. In the midst of all that, you never let slip that you were engaged to a prince, that you were going to be married?!” he had paused his pacing to ask his question and he waited, his eyes firmly on her face to get a reply.
Her heart had leaped gladly when he’d slipped and called her his nickname for her, but that had changed when he’d asked his question, it really sounded terrible when he put it that way.
“I am so sorry, Onen. I seriously didn’t think it was important or necessary…”
“…to tell me about the man you’ve been engaged to for how long?” he sneered sardonically.
Nkoyo swallowed, hesitating to answer his current enquiry because it would make the situation worse, “Over a year,” she murmured.
Onen gasped and his eyes widened, “You are going to marry him and he wasn’t important or necessary to be shared with others? You are really despicable,” he spat.
She cringed from his anger but stood her ground, “I know it sounds bad…”
And Onen snorted derisively, “You think?”
He was hurting her but she would say her piece, “Not important or necessary might have been wrong choices of words, but I was just trying to explain that he didn’t make me feel the way you make me feel.”
There was a pause of silence and heavy breathing from both parties. Nkoyo refused to look at him directly after her confession.
“He never gave me the urge to be a better person; with him I never felt guilt, shame or even excitement for something as simple as gathering at the dinning room for meals, just because you would be present. I have not had the urge to cook for anybody, not even my parents, for a long time. And though I’ve assisted the queen, your mother, in the kitchen every weekend, I was just doing it to glean more nuggets of wisdom from her.”
“But you,” she breathed out, grinding her teeth to keep the tears at bay, “You resurrected that urge into an obsession and I couldn’t explain why. Ekong and I got engaged by royal decree just to further strengthen the relationship between both our kingdoms, I feel nothing for him,” she pleaded.
“Still, you’ve been engaged over a year,” you know this guy longer than you’ve known me, he thought. You’ve touched him and he you, you’ve kissed, might have even…Onen refused to complete that thought. Just thinking of another man touching his woman made him want to kill; but then a reasonable part of his mind reminded him that she wasn’t his woman, he had not expressed his interest.
Nkoyo endured his harsh stare and as though reading his mind she said, “We weren’t intimate,” she moved closer to him, reaching out but not touching.
“We’ve never even had a deep kiss. He tried but I didn’t feel like it,” she moved closer, her hand landing on his chest. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, “…not like I’ve been feeling it for you,” she whispered, her whole body finally touching his and the spark was evident.
Onen stiffened at the lightening that went through his body. This is what he’d been imagining, feeling her flush against him and it was better than his thoughts. He released his breath and relaxed, closing his eyes as her hands rounded his torso and she placed her head on his chest; he had no option but to breathe her in, even though he knew that her scent was sure to melt his brains.
“Kiss me, Onen,” she whispered, turning her face upward and looking directly into his eyes. Nkoyo dropped her gaze to his lips, lingered there and licked hers helplessly as though she was thirsty for a taste of him.
His defenses crumbled like dominoes, with a soft growl he lowered his head and pressed the first kiss to her lips tentatively. But Nkoyo didn’t want tentative, her lips opened and caught his hungrily and this time his growl was louder.
He shifted her closer with a hand on her lower back, his fingers grazing the beginning curve of her impressive behind and deepened the kiss. Nkoyo’s heart soared in joy, she relaxed and allowed him to control the kiss. Her tongue shot out and tangled with his and they both groaned in pleasure, both of them shifting as close as possible to each other.
Her hand lifted and caressed his shoulders then it lowered and begun blindly opening his shirt, she really wanted to feel his skin against hers. Onen squeezed her waist and caressed a path up her side until it rested under her considerable bosom and he sighed.
They separated long enough to breathe; their breaths came out raggedly while Nkoyo used the moment to shove off his shirt and the forceful way she did it made Onen pant to get back to the sweet heat of her lips. He prodded her until her back hit the wall of his room, his temple settled on hers and he tried to control the emotions barreling through his body.
His hands shook as he caressed her curves and finally felt the soft weight of her breast, she gasped and arched her back, pushing the globes into his hands and he squeezed, sighing, he begun dropping wet kisses on her eyes down to her jaw, then Nkoyo lifted her head to give him avenue to her neck, which he did.
Onen’s tiny kisses ignited a heat in the pit of her stomach, his hands caressing her body fanned that heat into a flame. As though he couldn’t help himself, he leaned into her, pressing his very obvious erection on her stomach. Her hand dropped and rubbed his hard length, moaning as she squeezed him.
He groaned as he moved against her hand and she exerted pressure, squeezing and rubbing, the friction causing so much pleasure he wanted to rip off her cloths and take her right there.
But then he was rudely reminded that she was engaged to a prince like himself. What would that make him if he took a woman that was promised to another? He was all about integrity and he knew it would have been different if he hadn’t known about the fiancé, he would have been hilt deep buried in her moist heat by now, probably confessing that he never wanted to leave her or even hear that another man had touched her.
In all that she’d confessed, she hadn’t mentioned if she was going to break off the engagement, apparently it still stood. So was this a fling? Putting himself in the shoes of the other prince, he knew he would be stark raving mad if his wife to be cheated on him.
Even though the prince was faceless, Onen accorded him respect. Even though Nkoyo was currently sucking in the lobe of his ear into her hot mouth and he groaned, pressing his painful erection into her hand one last time, he withdrew from her.
Nkoyo’s legs almost gave way beneath her when Onen shifted away. Her eyes widened at him while she tried to control her breathing.
“What…why?” she protested.
“We can’t do this…it’s wrong. Please, return to your room,” he said officiously, like the prince he was. Despite the bulge straining the front of his slacks, he managed to sound as though giving a royal decree.
“But Onen,” she whispered, pleading.
“What we are doing is inappropriate,” his voice had hardened to shards that sliced into Nkoyo’s heart; his face seemed closed off from whatever she might say.
With a sad smile, just so she won’t cry in front of him for her shame, she straightened to her full height and walked out of his room with all the dignity she could muster.
Her naked back was plastered on his equally naked front, while her head was comfortably pillowed on his right upper arm, the rest of the arm circled, landing on her breast and kept her flushed against him. His left arm was also around her torso, but it kept caressing her soft stomach and sometimes shifting tentatively to the hairs beyond her abdomen.
The monarchs would be completing dinner at this time, so she was sure nobody would look for her. Sighing, she wriggled deeper into the curve of his length and sighed in bliss.
“Tell me,” he prodded in a deep, sexy growl. He lightly bit the lobe of her ear and her reaction was a gasp and arching into the grove of his crotch. “You know you want to tell me,” he said, licking the spot he’d just bitten, making her moan.
“I promised…I can’t,” she said in a gasp, her legs weakening and seeming to widen as he flung his left leg over hers and prodding it backwards.
His fingers drew light shapes on her inner thighs, so close to her secret place. His hand refused to go there and grant her the satisfaction she craved, no matter how she arched to get to it. He made his hand remain elusive even as she gasped pleadingly, moving restlessly; he tortured himself too because the soft cushion of her bottom moved against his hardened length as he refused her what she wanted.
“You know I won’t compromise your confidence. I feel maybe, you like me torturing you, princess,” he growled again into her ear.
He had no idea what the gravely texture of his voice did to her; she melted inside, heat and tension building and the result leaked down her thighs as she sort for any kind of friction he could offer to take away a bit of the increasing pressure.
“My princess loves what I’m doing to her…”
“Please…” she begged.
“Tell me,” he whispered, his hand lightly caressing the crease in the joint of her thigh and pelvis.
Sara gasped and told Atan all about the drama between prince Ekong and princess Wofai and how the princess had been hurt to know that he was engaged.
“And now,” his finger slipped in a bit and she moaned, widening her legs and seeking more traction. “…he has suddenly agreed to stay for a whole weekend at the palace. Something that has never happened before, no matter how many times the monarchs offered.”
“Yes,” Sara gasped, arching her body and angling into his moving fingers.
Atan chuckled, “Yes to what, my princess?”
“I don’t know,” she moaned, thrashing restlessly against him and making his own control begin to slip, because he wanted to slide into her dripping wet cove and remain there for eternity. He loved this woman and wanted her to be his forever.
“The man is helplessly attracted to princess Wofai,” he groaned as he ground his painfully engorged penis against her very receptive arse.
“What?!” she gasped, her eyes widening at what he was insinuating, “Impossible.”
Atan roughly flipped her to her back and he melded in between her legs, sighing as he was one step close to his goal.
“It isn’t impossible, princess. It took only one sight of you and I did something crazy,” he panted as he moved against her but not into her. “Do you recall when you served the security detail of the king of Annang kingdom?”
She nodded with a frown that could have meant she was confused where this conversation was going or that she wasn’t happy about not having him filling her.
“I saw you that day, princess, I was among the detail,” Atan confessed and watched as her eyes widened in shock.
“I don’t remember,” she whispered.
“You wouldn’t because you weren’t paying attention to the men who were all staring at you and almost making me growl like a wild animal at them. You concentrated on your work and even though the other maids flirted freely, you just made sure everyone was fed and you were gone.”
“The former security guy told me who you were and that you were unmarried. I couldn’t stop thinking of you, princess,” he whispered brokenly as though recalling his pain in that endeavor.
Sara’s heart pounded like a jack hammer at Atan’s confession. She had never realized that he had gone to so much to be with her. The whole notion melted her heart and made her love him more.
“Two weeks later, after a lot of sleepless nights, I resigned from my work at Annang palace and came over to Efik kingdom, the palace to seek employment.”
It had been a really risky move, “What if there hadn’t been any employment?” Sara asked in trepidation as though the story was happening right then.
He chuckled, “I was so determined, I didn’t think that far. My job at Annang kingdom was secured, if I had returned, they would have taken me back and I would have found another way to get to you. But I was lucky, the chief security here too was resigning, after the tests, I took his place.”
“But you did nothing in all that time,” she accused.
“I was close and was happy to see you everyday. And I grew timid though, I was afraid of rejection, especially after all I’d gone through to get here. Anyway, what I’m saying is, men do strange things to get to a woman that strikes a spark in them. Apparently, Wofai did that to Ekong.”
“If that’s true, then this might get messy, knowing who tyrant Nkoyo is; Wofai is too good to be exposed to Nkoyo’s brand of filth.”
“I love you so much, Sara. You are my own princess but I want to make you my queen; please marry me,” he offered, his eyes never leaving hers and it reflected a bit of dread.
The change of topic was so swift that Sara reeled in her effort to understand. Then her brain was finding it difficult to assimilate his question; her mouth opened breathlessly…marriage? She had never expected it, though she’d dreamed that it would result in that. They had only been intimate a few weeks, was it really possible, she thought with a slight frown on her brow.
His fear must have taken over because Sara was shocked speechless for a while, he chose that moment to thrust into her wetness and she gasped, “Yes!!”
“Yes, what, princess?” he asked, holding still and waiting.
“Yes, I’ll marry you!” she sobbed, “Yes, I love you with all my heart.”
“Oh, princess, you’ve made me the happiest man,” he gasped as he thrust continuously into her, their moans of pleasure mingled when they climaxed together and held each other tightly.
How could the queen have said something like that? There were so many maids and workers at the palace that she could have directed to show the prince to his room, but she didn’t, she chose her.
Wofai fumed as she sped up the stairs, ignoring the equally speeding male tread behind her. Of course, a part of her mind reasoned that the queen had no idea that anything had occurred between them. Yet, the question remained, why was he suddenly here and wanting to spend not just the night but the whole weekend?
Ekong waited until they were on the second floor, far away from others and save from listening ears.
“Princess Wofai,” he called out and the svelte woman pretended she hadn’t heard and increased her speed towards, Ekong assumed, his room for the weekend.
She had been pleasant at the meal, but Ekong noticed she had looked everywhere but at him, he assumed she had found out he was engaged to the princess of the house. He would have wanted to tell her himself but what difference would that have made, barring another screaming episode?
But even that wouldn’t stop him from talking to her, he’d been thinking about her so much he was sick of it and wanted to proof to himself that their electricity together had been a myth, a one time thing.
“Princess Wofai!” he called louder and jogged after her. He would never have done this with Nkoyo; his fiancée wasn’t a sulky female anyway, she met issues head on and solved them, she was as practical as he was.
He had never found himself in a situation where he had to run after Nkoyo to get her attention because she was mad. It would have been a waste of time for both of them because he wouldn’t have pursued her and she wouldn’t have solved anything.
It surprised him though that he found himself enjoying the chase, knowing deep down that he would catch up and have this conversation with her, whether she liked it or not; he was looking forward to the fight.
They reached his room and she pointed at it with a glare at him and turned to leave. Ekong fought a wide grin at her fiery attitude, caught her arm as she sailed pass him and dragged her spewing grunts and bodily harm into his room, then for good measure he locked the door.
“You’ve ignored me the whole evening, that ends now,” he ordered in an authoritative voice.
Wofai’s eyes narrowed furiously, the man didn’t know she wasn’t a fan of male arrogance in any of its forms.
“Or what?” she challenged with a sneer, her legs parting in a stance to do war; she so wished she had her tennis balls, he would have felt the brunt of her fury.
“I’m Prince Ekong Effiong Offiong of Ibibio kingdom…”
“Is your name and title supposed to have some sort of subservient effect on me?” she interrupted sardonically.
Ekong reeled back and wondered what would intimidate this slight woman; she was maybe, 5ft 5 and he towered over her at 6ft, but she was challenging him, quite fearlessly. On second thought, he wondered why he wanted to intimidate her, he just wanted to know what there was to know about her, especially why she had screamed that day.
So he changed tactics, “Why did you scream that day?” he asked after a sigh.
Wofai looked apprehensive at his question, so far, she had only been comfortable enough with the queen to share her issues. And she was succeeding and working through them; she was conscious now that there was no perfect woman, princess Nkoyo was not perfect but she had this man…which she wanted, but that wasn’t the issue. It was possible for her to have a man too because she was beautiful and smart and a good woman.
She took a deep breath, just like the queen had counseled and dropped her defensive stance, she had to learn to stop assuming every man was out to demean her.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, but I get that way when I’m threatened and furious,” she replied in a less challenging tone.
“Why not now?” he asked curiously, moving surreptitiously towards her.
She sighed again, “I’m working at stopping it.”
He moved again, his heart hammering because he could feel the electric connection between them, it hummed heavily, waiting to be sparked.
This time though, Wofai caught his movement and gave him a suspicious frown, “You are engaged to princess Nkoyo,” she blurted, a bit of her anger spilling into her words.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” he said, still moving closer.
Wofai stepped back, beginning to feel threatened, “Sorry for what? The unsolicited kiss?” she had no idea why she was breathing heavily, she did feel tension in her chest but not the kind that made her want to empty her lungs.
“No, I’m sorry for being engaged,” he murmured in a voice gone soft.
“But…but that kiss was inappropriate, you should apologize,” she said and took several steps backwards. It was apparent that he was stalking her like a predator chasing its prey; the thought was oddly exciting, still inappropriate but exciting.
No man had chased after her before to…to…she didn’t even know what he wanted to do to her. But then his being sorry for being engaged made her heart leap with hope and then fall again because she would disappoint the queen and she didn’t want to do that. The woman had been kind and patient in bringing back her confidence and erasing her inferiority complex.
“I’m not going to do that, Wofai. I can see your heart beat at the base of your neck and your breathing is getting erratic, are you threatened and furious, Wofai?” he sounded like he was taunting her.
Taking a deep breath, she shook her head while her chest rose and fell heavily, contrasting her non verbal reply. Deep down she wondered, if she screamed, would he kiss her again?
“I kind of want you to scream, Wofai,” he said and stalked her until she had her back against the wall.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Wofai said, making a snap decision, she had to taste him once again, engaged or not. Narrowing her eyes, she took a deep breath and prepared to scream.
Ekong grinned in victory, his heart hammering in his chest as he swiftly closed the space between them, he didn’t allow her scream to spill, he swallowed it all as he fused his lips with hers and reveled in the fire they created.
After bending over her for a while, he picked her up easily, her back still leaning on the wall, he directed her legs to round his waist without their lips ever unlocking. Her hands went round his neck and she enjoyed the new position of bending slightly to continue kissing him.
Ekong felt the fire in his belly, how could he forfeit this for just friendship? They gasped as they withdrew for breath, their eyes locking into each other, deeply understanding that these feelings they were experiencing were not ordinary.
Words were not needed, the hard thumps if their hearts said it all, the shivers travelling all over their bodies, the unseen sparks and the undeniable chemistry. Ekong swallowed hard and her eyes followed his lips and tracked the bobbing of the Adam’s apple in his throat, her tongue swiped over her lower lip hungrily and Ekong growled in answering hunger.
They moved as one and met in the middle, his lips devouring hers completely. Wofai slipped down a bit from the wall and wedged perfecting against him; her jean clad warmth and softness pressed against his hot hard length. And Ekong couldn’t control the instant rocking of his hips, he squeezed her body against him and groaned at the tiny sounds of pleasure she was making.
When next the separated for breath, Wofai looked at him in dismay, “What are going to do?” she asked because she had realized, same as he had, that this feelings were unavoidably powerful between both of them. Ekong swallowed with some difficulty, he had no answer for her but he knew she felt right in his arms.
INSIDE OUT continues
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