The Unexpected Princess (Completed)

Chapter 10

Naledi’s grandmother left him staring at the white door that led into Naledi’s room. He stared at the door for a long while.

Anthony didn’t know what he was doing. He was beyond the realm of reasoning, and he couldn’t pull himself back. He stood staring at the door. Not moving.

He should turn around. Go home. He shouldn’t be doing this. But in spite of his thoughts he reached out with his right hand and slowly opened the door.

Anthony took a tentative step inside.

This was crazy. No one in their right mind would do what he was doing. It was beyond creepy, he thought as he walked deeper into the room, and when he first noticed Naledi lying in her bed all thought seized to be. And he couldn’t breathe. She was lying on her side facing in his direction. Her body was enveloped in white sheets and a white duvet. And she seemed to be wearing an old t-shirt that might have been pink, but was now faded. She looked like an angel surrounded by fluffy clouds.

Her face was relaxed and very beautiful in sleep. She looked different without her glasses, younger almost. Anthony remembered her vibrant light brown eyes that changed colour with her emotions.

He got closer pulled by something magnetic, something he couldn’t deny.

He came to a stop next to the bed. He stared down at her, his heart jumping in his throat. His hands itched to touch her. Trace the delicate slope of her cheek with his fingers, feel the overwhelming desire that had filled his body at the dance.

She made him feel alive. And he couldn’t have her.

The man might want what he wants, but the prince didn’t have that luxury.

Tonight would be the last time he would see her, his unexpected princess. Giving into the desire to be close to her, Anthony sat on the bed, and he felt a sense of peace envelope him. His right hand hovered above her cheek, but he didn’t dare touch her. He sat there for a long time, just staring at her.

Naledi felt a heavy presence in her room. Opening her eyes she met… Anthony’s engrossed ones. She narrowed her eyes not sure if she was seeing correctly. Her head felt heavy and her body felt half asleep – like that space between dreaming and wakefulness. Was this a dream? She wondered.

He was sitting next to her on her bed, in her room. This couldn’t be real, Naledi thought as her mind conjured a crown above his head. She smiled at him, and he smiled back touching her cheek. Naledi felt giddy inside because she’d convinced herself that he will never smile at her the way she had treated him. Yet here he was in her dream, smiling at her and his hand touching her softly on her cheek. The touch was so reverent, so loving. Naledi moaned from it, leaning close. It felt so real and so good.

If this was a dream she didn’t want to wake up. Naledi stared at him her eyes fuzzy.

“Anthony,” she whispered his name.

The sound of his name on her lips did something to him. Heat crawled down his skin as strange a feeling filled him. A feeling he couldn’t easily resist. Anthony leaned close, his lips mere inches from hers. Naledi’s eyes roamed his face, memorizing every dip and smooth slope.

She blinked wishing her dream Anthony wasn’t so fuzzy around the edges. She wished for the real thing. But she knew she couldn’t have the real thing. She was a maid, and he was a prince. There were no fairy tales in real life.

This was the closest she’ll ever get to the prince of Ga-Tloung. She raised her hand to touch his cheek, and he gasped. The gust of air from his lips left tingles on her lips. A desire like no other slammed into her. Naledi moaned again. She wiggled in the bed trying to get close to him. She brought her face close to his. She needed him.

Anthony hissed as his body turned to flames. He stared at her. His mind went numb. His heart beat double time. Something pulled within him. A hunger he never thought he’ll feel took over all his sense, and he gave into it.

His lips slammed into hers in an earth shattering kiss that had both of them groaning, breathing heavily, and pulling at each other to get closer. Anthony deepened the kiss, and Naledi opened to him, tangling her tongue with his. Anthony groaned as the kiss became heated and dangerous. He couldn’t think straight. He needed…he wanted…Anthony pulled away. He breathed hard as he stared at her. She was amazing.

Naledi touched his face, tracing his lips with her fingers. She wanted this man, she admitted to herself, tracing her own lips with her tongue to feel the remaining pressure of his. She brought her desire filled eyes to his, waiting for him to kiss her again. His eyes were dark, and seemed deep as though something more lurked behind them, a something any woman would want to pursue, discover and take just for herself. Now those same eyes steadily watched her, compelling in their intensity.

Naledi couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled him closer and licked the corner of his lips. She felt him tremble against her. She kissed him deep and thoroughly, wrapping her arms around his back. She pulled him closer, until he was lying half on her and half on the bed, delirious with desire.

Anthony went crazy. He broke the kiss to trace the shape of her jaw with his lips. He came to a stop at her neck. Her scent filled his lungs. She smelled so good, Anthony groaned and buried his nose into her skin, shifting to her hair seeking the intoxicating scent.

“Please tell me to stop,” Anthony said, pleading with her. Naledi bared her neck to his exploring lips, giving herself to him.

Anthony craved to do more, to feel more of her without the barrier of clothes and the other things he didn’t want to acknowledge in that moment. He shifted to bring his body flush with hers. But he somehow found the strength to stop. He rested his forehead on her neck, his lips coming to rest where her neck met her shoulder. He breathed deep, trying to calm his rampant desire. For a moment he had almost lost it.

Not when she turned into flames in his arms. It was easy to imagine them together limbs intertwined, lips clinging. His body responded to the images playing in his mind. He felt himself go hard and his whole body tighten with the desire that felt like a stream in his veins.

The desire to kiss her all over again rushed through him. Anthony held her closer to him.

Images of her soft body wrapped in the silk sheets on his bed, clad in nothing played in his mind. He would touch her, kiss her from her head to her toes.

And sink into her, making her his, until they became one. He grew harder, and the reasons why he couldn’t have her grew dimmer.

Anthony jumped off the bed and leaned against the door.

No, she didn’t belong with him. His eyes lingered on her face. She looked like she was having the sweetest dream. On the bed Naledi sighed and turned to her other side facing way from him.

The sound she made went straight to his c**k. His insides were in turmoil, he couldn’t think straight. Anthony gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain standing against the door. This felt too much like torture. She was right there and he couldn’t have her. Anthony swallowed hard trying to make peace with that fact.

It was the hardest thing he’s ever done.

He pulled himself together and walked out the door. His heart ached with every step he took. And he knew deep down he shouldn’t have come, now he’ll find it hard to forget her. No woman would compare to her.

Anthony stilled his heart as he walked away from her.