ONEN HAD FOUND A secluded spot to drown his disappointment and pain, but no matter how he drank, the fortunate, or in this case, unfortunate hereditary characteristic of difficulty in getting drunk in his family, was a problem.
After circling the party once and doing his princely duty of greeting monarchs, influential men and women, other princes and princesses…a gathering which Nkoyo was blatantly not a part of, he had retreated to this dark spot to be alone.
At some point he got tired of swallowing the dry whiskey since it wasn’t having any effect on him. And even though he’d been deep in thought and had been considering what cloths he’d pack for his journey to Efik kingdom the next day, the roar of masculine laughter jolted him back to the party though he had no urge to join in.
It was the familiar regal and haughty tone of voice that finally penetrated his consciousness and he scrambled from his seat with a racing heart to check if his ears had been playing tricks on him; it hadn’t.
His eyes voraciously ate up the lovely sight of her; it would be impossible that she had gotten more beautiful, but the reality pointed that she had. He moved closer and heard all she said. He had been tempted to move in and just plain kiss her in front of everybody when Nancy had called her fat and that she wasn’t his type. His eyes had remained on her face and the slight show of uncertain pain there had given him hope.
Onen would have screamed it to anybody who would listen that she was exactly his type, those curves and thick thighs belonged to him. He was exceedingly proud that she had stood up for his sister and she had done it spectacularly; that she had ever been regarded as egoistic, when she seemed to be doing things for people, was far fetch.
And he was glad that somebody finally stood up to that terrible Nancy, the girl had been a nuisance for a while and tonight, she had been put in her place publicly.
His heart soared in his chest as he wasted no time in approaching Nkoyo. He’d been more than a feet from her when the unknown man had slid his arm around her waist. Instant fury suffused him, nobody was allowed to do that, he actually growled his protest and grabbed the male guest harder than he should have in polite gathering.
“Aww, man, that hurts,” the guy protested loudly, attracting the interest of the people still standing around.
“Get your hands off my woman,” Onen said concisely and mentally flinched, he sounded like a freaking cave man, but at that moment, he didn’t care.
“Or what, man?” the guy bristled; he had been in the process of introducing himself to the lovely lady and had felt lucky that she had seemed unhitched, who was this strange guy to challenge him?
And as though reading his mind, Onen straightened threateningly, “You dare challenge a prince?” he spoke imperiously and was satisfied to see the guy blanch in confusion and step away from the lovely lady.
“Calm down, Onen. Sorry, this is my friend Marcus and Marcus, this is the prince of the kingdom, Onen,” Ekong introduced amiably, even though his urge was to burst into laughter at the prince’s display of ownership. Of course he understood how he felt, he would do the same if anybody dared lay a hand on Wofai that way.
Marcus bowed slightly, “Your highness, I didn’t mean any insult,” he apologized.
Onen nodded and then flicked his gaze to Nkoyo.
She had been in shock at Onen’s territorial tone, Nkoyo had never seen him pull his rank before and it was surprisingly arousing that he did it for her. He was showing ownership even though it was entirely rude and made her appear like a simpering maiden.
“Seriously?” she spat out self righteously with an anger she wasn’t even close to feeling, “What did you do that for?” she frowned at him when she actually just wanted to smash her mouth to his in searing kiss that would take her breath away.
He moved close, his chest almost touching hers, “You let him lay his hands on you,” he was really angry and he didn’t know why. This wasn’t the way he had wanted his meeting with her to be…he had planned to seduce her but he was there acting like a jealous fool.
Nkoyo’s tongue itched, she was still riding her adrenaline high from her battle with Nancy and she knew that her next words would be acerbic, “I’m sorry, your imperious highness, that I don’t have a cloak of iron that protects my body, not yours, mine, from nice men,” she snapped, her eyes clearly telling him that he wasn’t one of the nice men.
They stared at each other for the longest time, Onen felt like both throttling her and kissing her senseless. Her eyes flashed challengingly at him, openly daring him to do his worse.
“Err…guys, you’re attracting undue attention,” Wofai loudly whispered.
“Tell your brother that, he’s the one acting all wild,” she commented in a tone an octave lower, as though the words were meant for Onen alone; as though the words were a seductive compliment.
He felt the whisper of her breath on his face, he saw her eyes bore into his and then drop longingly to his mouth, then she did the worse thing, she licked her lips. The fire that roared in his body, his loins precisely, made Onen groan, quite loudly and then snapped his grip on her wrist and dragged her away from all the eyes none too gently.
“What the hell, Onen?” she protested weakly, as he dragged her away, she was embarrassed because everyone stared at them and their eyes looked blatantly speculative.
He was elegant in a fitting black tuxedo, white shirt and a lose tie, but the ferocious look on his face belonged to a wildly possessive man. They passed by waiters taking out trays of small chops for the party, while Onen pushed her into the palace through a side door.
They sped down the corridor and he rushed them into the first room he could find; it was the king’s study. Onen slammed the door shot and locked it in one move.
“What was that all about?!” Nkoyo rounded on him instantly; his attitude had given her hope, but it was just fun to goad him more and see the outcome.
“You did nothing to stop his touch, you must have been enjoying it,” he shouted his accusation; he knew he sounded and looked like an obsessively jealous spouse, mentally, he valiantly whispered to himself to stop.
“Well, mister territorial, you should have claimed me by peeing to mark your spot, it’s what wild animals do and the other male would definitely have respected that and stayed away from your property,” she sneered sardonically.
Her comment was so graphic he immediately pictured a dog peeing over a tree stump to mark its territory. Shit, he swore, how did things deteriorate to this point?
“Why are we even quarrelling?” he asked as though suddenly realizing what they were doing was senseless.
“Well, you started by being an as…”
He silenced her with a hot kiss, instantly cutting her off from the unflattering name she’d been about to call him. The kiss was so rough the effect burned in a fiery explosion that rode through all her nerves, down to her toes and then directly settled in her lady parts in one swoop pool of heated moist.
He kissed her like a starving man; that was thirsty also and she was the fountain that would grant him life and not even the threat of a gun to his head would make him let her go. The taste of her, the sweetness that had gotten sweeter was there, right there and he couldn’t help sucking strongly.
Onen melded himself to hers and wanted to have all of her; the sound of their kiss filled the silent room and added to the erotic moment. A part of his mind reminded him that he’d promised to seduce her but he couldn’t help himself, he was lost and his hands shook as he roamed all the curves and thickness that he’d only been able to imagine in the past month.
How had he lived without her? She was the very air, his heart beat, she was life; he’d only been existing before now.
Nkoyo had long since dropped her purse in the earlier rush of passion. She hummed her pleasure as he swept his tongue into her mouth, reacquainting himself with the sweet recess of her mouth. Her tongue swept out too and tangled with his, she sucked his tongue and lower lip at once and moaned while pressing her belly to his bludgeoning arousal, seeking relief from the pressure that was building in her feminine cove.
Onen knew if he didn’t take control, their brightly burning passion will escalate into the act of ultimate fulfillment and that wasn’t his plan, at least, not yet; he wanted to talk to her first. He slowed the kiss to just seductive nips of her swollen lips, helplessly, he scattered wet kisses over her face, her jaw, down to her neck and her sigh went directly to his groin and he arched into her, strongly tempted to shove her cloths up her thighs, rip off her panties and have his wicked way with her.
He groaned at the blatant picture in his mind and stepped away from the love of his life. Her protestation, though a small moan of despair, tempted him highly and his eyes raked over her disheveled and extremely ravished look and he felt a very masculine sense of satisfaction that he was the cause of that look.
“Onen…” she called, her sigh reminiscent of the last time in his room when she’d pleaded he not send her away.
“It’s okay, Nk, I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t how I planned this when I saw you, it’s just…I’ve been going crazy without you and when that guy touched you…” he gritted his teeth to control the surging anger, “I just snapped and all I could think of was having you. But that’s not how I want this to go,” he concluded and sighed, his passionate speech had at least, reduced his arousal and made him able to think sanely.
Pleasure course through her system, this time not the sexual kind, this pleasure was in her heart. She couldn’t dare to believe what Onen’s words and behavior insinuated.
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he went to her and led her to the comfortable couch in his father’s study. There was only a table lamp on, the brilliance reached only the center of the room and left the periphery dark.
INSIDE OUT continues
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