Annabelle woke up to have her back rubbing against something firm but yet brought her comfort. She tried to move her body but she was held down by strong arms around her waist and the more she moved about, the strong arms that belonged to Zamain just kept pulling her close. She turned around slowly as not to wake him then, stared at him as he slept.
He looked so peaceful sleeping and even more handsome. "How can someone be this breathtakingly gorgeous". She thought as she admired his facial features.
His eyebrows were the perfect shape and colour and his facial muscles were the definition of "God's wonderful creation " and the poison to every girl's heart.
His lips looked so perfect that one would wander the number of days and nights God spent used to make this beautiful creature and his hair was also one on God's many beautiful masterpieces and every girl's dream.
She wanted to touch him and explore the beautiful masterpiece laying next to her so badly that it made her hand itch like crazy.
Her night gown was so thin that she felt the warmth from his body and that was enough to light up the unholy thoughts which made her blush. God! She wanted to kiss him so badly but then, suddenly remembered how he had left her to go to his concubines the other night and her desires turned into a pit of fire burning with anger.
She slowly forced herself out of his embrace and decided to go to the bathroom to bathe, not wanting him to see her face when he wakes up. After a long while, she peeked out the bathroom and saw him still sleeping. She then decided to go back to bed but this time left a big gap between them.
Zamain slowly opened his eyes went he felt her heartbeat slowing down becoming more settled. He had woken up when she tried to break out of his embrace the first time. He even noticed her admiring her and her skin turning warm. But he got confused when she suddenly got up and now, refused to lie beside him. He thought she was probably hungry but didn't want to wake him up so he decided to invite her for breakfast the next day.
Annabelle woke up to find, she was lying on the bed alone. Even though she didn't want him seeing her face when he wakes up,but she had hoped he would at least apologise to her but she guess it was all in her head.
When her maid asked me to select the dress I would wear for the day, my eyes went through them lazily and then it shook me.
- If he wants to spend so much time with his concubines, then, she was going to show him what he is missing.
She picked out a red top and a white short skirt that showed enough skin but no too much because she was trying to entice her husband not all the men in the palace.
Now that she knew what she had to do, she just needed an opportunity to do it because she barely sees him during the day since she got here but then, an opportunity presented itself. A maid came in and informed me that his highness wanted to have dinner with me. I asked the maid to tell him that I will be there in a minute but I had lied. I wanted him to know how rejection feels like.
She picked up a book from the table beside the bed and decided to read to keep herself busy.
A while later, the maid came back to ask me that the prince wanted to know why I am taking so long and I nodded and simply told the maid to tell his highness that I won't be joining him for breakfast. The maid simply bowed and left. She came back and said the prince demanded to know why but I did not respond so she had no other option but to leave. Annabelle continued to read her book.
Some time later, someone walked into the room and Annabelle thought it was the maid so there was this annoyance in her voice as she spoke;" I thought my silence was enough evidence that I don't want to have breakfast with his highness".
"Oh,really". A familiar voice spoke out which made me turn my head to see him standing there. I lost myself a bit but regained my composure as I needed to execute my plan perfectly. He walked towards me and stood next to me with a flicker of something in his eyes which I couldn't pin point exactly. His stern, fierce voice spoke out;" Why won't you join me for breakfast?"
I ignored him and continued reading my book. He grew impatient and grabbed my arm pulling me close to him looking deep into my eyes as if wanting to devour my soul. "How dare you refuse me wife. Do you know the things I can do to you?"
But she matched his intensity and looked into his eyes with the same amount of rage burning within her, saying;"And what would you do".
Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. He kissed her forcefully taking all the air in her lungs away but he did not stop there. His lips moved down her neck and his hand under her skirt.
"You dress up seductively but yet try to deny me the right to touching you. In your dreams". He whispered into her ear and his hand continued roaming under her skirt.
Her eyes went misty as the pleasure of having his hand roaming under her skirt builded up each time his hand brushed across her private part.
He pushed her unto the bed as his hands worked double time. His hand cupped her breasts and squeezed them tight which forced a moan out of her.
"Plea....,Please". She said as she was out of breath and on the verge of an organism. Tears filled her eyes as she was both frightened and excited. He noticed her fear and he knew she wanted her first time to be with someone special and someone she loves so he released her and looked at her as she looked so dazed and her clothes wear disorganised. He covered her up and entered the bathroom.