Late

Chapter Four Part II

You did your best to enjoy the celebration and mingled with many of the people. It was a good time, everyone was in good spirits, and you were also, despite the desperate need you felt deep in your core.

After maybe an hour, you wandered away from the celebration and made it into the garden. You were not alone in the gardens, so you snuck to the parts of the garden especially for those of the royal family. You knew it would be empty and secluded and you needed quiet. You needed to think and clear your mind.

T'Challa did not come back to the celebration, and although you didn't see him, your body would have felt him. Yes, that is how intensely you felt your connection and attraction to him. You walked around the garden lost in your thoughts all of him. You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't register T'Challa leaned against one of the stone columns.

"Bast!" T'Challa shouted before throwing the bottle he held clear across the garden before it shattered into hundreds of pieces. You gasped and stopped in your tracks. His head spun to you.

"T'Challa?" You asked. He looked haunted, angry, in pain. Something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" You asked concern washing over you to replace the fear from moments ago. He would never hurt you. He was a gentle man.

His eyes flashed greenish, yellow for only a moment before returning back to his natural brown, it was so quick you didn't fully register it then. He backed away and looked away from you.

"Y/n. I'm sorry I didn't know anyone else was here," T'Challa apologized all the while not looking at you.

"T'Challa." You said once again stepping closer to him.

"Y/n, stay back. Please," he requested without looking back to you. You stopped in your tracks. He'd never told you that before, it was a complete turn around from a few hours ago on the balcony.

"Have I done something wrong...my king?" You questioned. You heard a low predatory growl come from him and saw the muscles in his back dance.

"No," he groaned out. You walked closer and stopped mere inches from him. You reached out your hand and placed it gently on his back.

"Let me help," you gently pleaded. His back tensed again but he didn't move.

"You cannot," he answered.

"Of course I can, I have a very deep skill set, you'd be surprised the things I am capable of doing," you informed.

He looked back at you, and it was then you realized just how haunted and defeated he looked. You touched his cheek gently.

"What is the matter?" You softly asked him.

He stared at you and pain washed over his face, a pain you didn't understand. This was the pain you saw on him when you comforted him about the death of his father--the pain of loss.

"My king," you whispered while softly feeling his smooth skin and soft beard.

"You want to help me?" He asked. You nodded instantly.

"Yes," you whispered back almost too quickly.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, and in a matter of moments he was on you kissing you with so much passion and need it almost crippled you. You kissed him back with just as much yearning. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, wanted him to know just how deep this want went. He groaned and pressed you more firmly against his body. His hands were at your waist, but he dipped one lower to the swell of your round ass and squeezed. You moaned your pleasure into his mouth.

That was all he needed before he bit into your bottom lip. You groaned out. His hand found the attachment for the sweeping train, and in an instant he removed it. The material silently sank to the ground at your feet. He grabbed your ass once again and pulled you closer so you could feel his hardened length press against your stomach. You instinctively lifted your leg and used your knee to caress his impressive length. That solicited a deep moan from his lips. He ground his hips and length into your knee before dipping to scoop you into his arms. He walked further into the garden and disappeared within the sea of Wakanda's other native flower. The fragrant smell was heavenly. T'Challa sunk to the ground and laid you among the flowers and stared at you. The look of longing was bright within his eyes.