"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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𝚆𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 the underground parking under one of the high-rise luxury apartments around the area.
"How long have you lived here?" I ask as we step into the elevator. Qaphela holds up a key fob and enters a code before hitting the penthouse button. He turns to me, and I lean against the elevator railing. I slowly let my eyes roam his body, loving how his attire clings to his muscular frame. I follow his black-on-black ensemble up his tall frame before meeting his gaze. Qaphela steps forward, crowding me against the railing, looking down at me.
"I bought this place for you about a week ago when I found out you were back in the country," he replies with nonchalance. I swallow.
"Why?" I whisper.
"I figured this would be your space when you came back home. I know how much you value independence and knowing you, you wouldn't want to move in with me." My breath hitches.
"Qaphela I'm not yours, I belong to another," my voice cracks.
"You're my woman, you always have been, Ayize. I don't give a fuck if the life we had wasn't real, but now we're both here to make it real," he avows.
I open my mouth but the elevator dings as we reach the penthouse floor. The doors slide open, revealing a plush hallway with dark hardwood floors and cream walls. A crimson door sits at the end of the small hallway, large and imposing.
Qaphela switches my clutch in his other hand and grabs mine as he drags me out of the elevator.
I look around as he walks further inside, making his way to a large, long white marble island. He places my clutch down, but my attention is pulled to the revealing windows. I walk to the windows that show the night lights of the city. Looking at it from this height, one would say that this place is beautiful, but looks are quite deceiving. There's nothing beautiful about life here.
I feel the heat of his body behind me, and his scent fills my nose. I place a hand on the glass, which shakes slightly before I get it under control. I pray he doesn't notice, but I know Qaphela Makhathini hardly misses a thing.
I feel his face close to mine, and I close my eyes. "Do I make you nervous, sthandwa sami?" he questions. Qaphela's voice is low and hoarse when he speaks. I can feel his lips form into a smile on my skin in satisfaction as I violently shudder against his. I flick my gaze to him, and his expression gives nothing away. But his dick slowly starts to strain against his pants, giving it away that he likes me this way.
I am shaking and needy as I rub my ass against him, trying to get the friction I want. My chest pressed on the chilled glass, causes my nipples to harden even further under my dress. Briskly, he turns me around to face him.
He leans forward, crashing his lips down onto mine, licking his way into my mouth and capturing my tongue. He sucks it into his mouth as he pushes me harder against the window. The kiss turns into something deeper like he is showing me that I am his, without words. Qaphela bites my lower lip, causing me to whimper at the sting.
