Turning Table

Part 93

***Crossing the line ***

🌹Lethukuthula 🌹

He grinds his teeth as I remove the bullet from his thigh,
Me: I'm sorry?"
Blood oozed out and I pour disinfection on the wound, he squeezes my shoulder making me feel his pain, His grip on my shoulders changes into a massage that causes me to close my eyes. He could touch me like that for the rest of my life and I'd never move.

I looked into his eyes, they are red, if it was another person he will cry, better yet screaming in pain, but Mlondi's tolerance to pain is just remarkable.

" do it now!"
He said grinding his teeth, I swallowed as I stick my finger inside his wound to feel if the bullet did not fracture his bones,
He grunts in pain, I stop but his looks tell me,
"Don't stop! do it!"
As I proceed to feel inside the bloody wound he throws his head back shutting his eyes.

Me: I think the bullet did not touch the bone, but a few of your muscles are slashed and split, you need to see a Dr and do an x-ray to be sure also get stitches  "
Him: dress the wound please "
Me: Mlondi!"
Him: ooh must I do it myself?"

I sigh and did what I was told, I handed him pain killers but he refuse them and stood up
Me: Mlondi "
He limps and makes his way to his bedroom making me follow him, he's in pain, et lost a lot of blood but that has not made him weak, Mlondi is built like a Titan.

Me: your wound won't heal without stitches "I said softly, I found him getting under the bed covers and he looked at me,
Him: come to bed "

I look at him, the way I'm so terrified to be with him right now it's crazy, we had mind-blowing sex few hours ago, and I have never felt so connected to any human being as I was with him, it was rough, dirty painful and lustful the passion we shared was indescribable I found my self saying " I love you... " in between our lovemaking as he made my body submit to him, he made sure I know who is boss and who is the man in the relationship...
So I know that him calling me to bed means something else since sex... angry sex is out of the way. 

I look at him and swallow, My heart is yearning for him. But this feeling is wrong I can't be in love with him,
Him: Lethu woza la " I look down this is what it feels like after a volcano had erupted, the true feelings come to play now,
Not so long ago adrenaline rush made me shoot him, fuck him, make love to him, and then nurse him to health,
But after that is said and done I’m afraid of his touch now. I’m afraid of the ghost of the touch when his fingers travel down my spine, of the fire and sparks he will leave behind on my skin as he sets his hands on my waist and pulls me close to him. When he softly whispers words only for my ears and his breathing stirs my hair.

My breath change and my chest tightened as his eyes look into mine. I'm losing myself in the wonders of his eye colors as they dance and blend into one.
I take a few steps towards him, I'm biting my lip m heart and my head is  fighting with each other,
I found myself in his arms the softness of his lips and the overwhelming sensation that erupt from my chest as soon as his lips meet mine, my entire body is consumed by the heated feeling when he wraps his arms around me and continues to rain loving kisses down my lips and neck,

This is what Impi warned us about, and it's bloody happening, the choosing of side,
Him: come back to me "
He says as he feels my body tense up, I am busy thinking about how I'm so afraid of being in love with him.  But I just can't resist him when he feels like home. Even though my  body and soul are having a world wor three in my heart

He stops kissing me and makes me look at him, I run my fingers through his face, ...his hair, and I realize that I want all of this. I want to love him, and I want to feel all the little things in between. Though I know, if I choose to love like so, I will have to let myself go. The thick walls I’ve forged and built piece by piece with my bare hands in all these years will have to be broken down. I will be thrown into an abyss of chaos and the confusion of the unknown and I will have to learn to accept it.

Him: I have never loved any women in my life the way I love you "
I smile and suddenly I felt tears in my eyes, he motioned for me to rest my head on his chest as he told the story of where it all began. . . how he became Shaka Zulu, it was as if I'm watching a movie his life was not easy when he was growing up.
Him:...I was not born a killer but I was made to become one..."
He keeps quiet for a while only making me read subtitles of his life while rubbing his hands up and down my back in a gesture that’s supposed to be affectionate.

I close my eyes and enjoy the “stealthy” movement of his hands, the way my back is now warm and relaxed as he graduates to squeezing my upper ass. His hands move down to grab a nice handful of ass, then gently caresses it as if to apologize for his brutish behavior.

There’s no greater stroke of the ego than listening to a man’s breath catch in his throat from the mere feeling of your body. The “just cuddling” effect damn I just died in his arms.

There are a lot of unspoken words said but our hearts do the talking,
My stubbornness is defeated by his touch by his brutal honest truth
Him: in your eyes am I the monster?... When you look at me am I the devil's son ?"
I raised my head to look at him, his eyes so small but that did not stop me from seeing his pain
Me: what are you afraid of?"
He smiles then laughed, I'm captivated by his cocky laughter, with no doubt Mlondi is God most finest creation
Him: absolutely nothing makes me afraid than the thought of losing you "
We lock eyes for a few seconds he means it, this is the line....this is the line that I need to cross ...Because the line between love and hate is thin, So-fucking-thin. I chose to love him more than I hate him. He lowers his head and kisses me

Him: are you sure? you know the repercussion of this?...of choosing this?"
Me: shut up and kiss me"