𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 (18+)

09 | tied ♡

"A real woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars."

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Thandeka Ndaba
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I did not want to lie. His words played over and over again in my head like a broken record. I was uncertain and different emotions came at me all at once. I was scared and unsure of what to do. I contemplated on telling Qophelo, or anyone for that matter, but I didn't want to do anything drastic at the moment. Zweli was just insecure and if I looked at it from another perspective..

He had the right to be insecure.

I did spend most of my time with Qophelo and although he didn't know, I liked him. I've liked him for the longest time. It was uncalled for, for Zweli to threaten me but I understood his anger. I understood that he felt threatened by Qophelo being around me and him being close to me.

I was going to talk to Zweli and get him to understand that really, nothing was going on between Qophelo and I. And I didn't want news of these speculations and accusations from my husband, the soon-to-be King, to go around and start unnecessary rumours.

But for now, I was tired and not really planning to go anywhere so I went back to bed. I didn't want to face anyone yet because the day had started not so good.

The night was silent and the only things that made noise were the leaves on the trees. I felt a strong sexual connection to the man next to me. He smelt good. When I turned to him, I discovered that he looked good too.

I slowly creeped up next to him. His body was already reacting to my presence. I was dressed as scantily as they come. A transparent dress that came up my thighs and I was naked under it. I could smell his arousal. Intoxicating and dominant. My body begging for me to go closer.

He was broken and I wanted to take that away.

I went up to him and caressed his face and his eyes shot open. He was mesmerised. I glowed and was just so beautiful in his eyes. I straddled his waist, muttering an inaudible 'sshh'. I undressed him slowly as his eyes swept over my body. When he was naked, I undressed too.

His eyes hungrily ate me up. He couldn't resist me and I couldn't too. When we kissed, something in me awoke. I wanted to feel more of him. Explore more of him. I wanted to give him complete access to me, to do whatever he wanted. I was wet and ready for him. Ready for him to take me and destroy me.

He lifted me up by my ass and slowly let me down on his hard shaft. I moaned in ecstasy. I watched his facial expression as he filled me up slowly. His strength was admirable. I finally sunk into him and let out a breath. I felt full, full of him and I loved it to no end. He gently flipped us over and I landed on the bed softly.

He put my legs on his shoulders and sighed as he started moving. In this angle, he went in deeper. I bit my lip and groped my boobs, pinching my nipples. His pace started slow, like love making, but then he grew impatient and started roughly moving. I couldn't keep my moans in.

I was extremely wet and that allowed me to be able to accommodate his amazing girth. One hand left my boob and I used it to pull him down to me and we devoured each other in a kiss. Our tongues met and we explored each others mouths. The kiss was nasty and exactly what I craved. The dirtiness I couldn't get from anyone else.