A week had passed since that first encounter, and Jumoke couldn’t shake the feeling of Bamidele’s presence. His face lingered in her thoughts like a forbidden dream, the memory of his voice, that magnetic pull of his gaze, echoing in her mind.

One evening, as the full moon illuminated the skies, Jumoke found herself standing on the balcony of her chambers, staring out at the vast grounds below. She didn’t expect to see him, but when she did, her heart skipped a beat. He was standing in the shadows, his figure outlined against the pale light of the moon, waiting.

Without a word, Jumoke stepped out, her feet silent against the cold stone. Bamidele’s eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, and the space between them seemed to disappear. The world outside, with its politics and boundaries, no longer mattered. They were alone in their own secret world, where only desire and longing existed.

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"I can’t stop thinking about you," Bamidele admitted, his voice hushed, as if he were confessing a sacred truth.

Jumoke stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat. “Then why don’t you come closer?”

With that, the last remnants of resistance melted away. Bamidele closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and fiery, a kiss that spoke of everything unsaid. Her hands found his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart, while his arms pulled her closer, the heat of their bodies melding together.

Every inch of her body responded to him. His touch was a storm—gentle yet insistent. His lips moved with an urgency that matched the wild rhythm of her pulse. As their bodies pressed together, the world fell away, leaving only the sounds of their breath, the crackling of desire that grew between them.