Zamageda his heart

chapter 10

We walk into the hotel hand in hand, and I'm unsure if it's the liquor or my yearning for him that's intensified. His black fitted T-shirt showcases his perfectly toned body, accentuating his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined biceps. The fabric hugs his torso, making me want to rip it off and feel his warm skin against mine.

He leads me into my room, closing the door behind us, and pulls me into a tight hug. His arms wrap around me, pressing our bodies together, and his lips leave a lingering kiss on my forehead. I lift my face to meet his gaze, and my eyes burn with an insane desire - a deep longing to be consumed by him. My pupils dilate, and my eyelids flutter, betraying my arousal.He chuckles at the sight, his eyes reflecting the same lust. I close my eyes, leaning in for a kiss, and he instantly captures my lips with his. Our mouths move in perfect sync, tongues entwining, and lips pressing together. The kiss is intense, passionate, and all-consuming. I feel his warm breath on my skin, and his hands roam my body, exploring every curve. 

The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this sensual moment,He earns a slight moan from me as he gently pulls away, leaving me craving more than just a kiss. I can feel and smell my arousal, and he pecks my lips and forehead, his touch sending shivers down my spine. 'Your eyes are gonna be the death of me, nhliziyo yami,' he whispers, his voice husky with desire. The reference alone has my panties soaking, and I'm overcome with the urge to sit on his face, to feel him pleasure me.

He hugs me tightly, wishes me a good night, and cups my face for yet another passionate,  shorter, kiss. As he walks out of my room, I'm left stuck in the same spot, my body reeling from the aftermath of our encounter. I'm consumed by an overwhelming desire for him, wanting him to take me in any way that pleases him. My mind is a haze of lust, the church would shame me but I can't shake off the feeling that I'm his for the taking.

After a quick shower, I slip into my pyjamas and let sleep take over, reminiscing about our first kiss like a lovesick teenager. My phone wakes me up - it's my mother checking in. We catch up on everything, but I leave out the juicy details, not wanting her to jinx this newfound connection.I wake up, get ready, and pack the rest of my belongings while filling Nkanyezi in on every single detail. We have no boundaries, sharing everything openly and honestly. At exactly 10, he knocks on the door and greets me with a brief hug. He compliments my outfit and playfully spanks my butt as I walk past him. For a moment, I consider closing the door and bending over, inviting him to take me right there. But I graciously walk away, as if nothing happened, trying to play it cool despite the intense attraction between us.

The journey back to Kimberly is a blur as I sleep through it. He drives us to his house and suggests taking a nap before driving me home. I don't argue, considering we drank a lot last night and had an exhausting week. He shows me a cozy room I can use to rest and tells me to make myself comfortable before disappearing upstairs.I take this moment to explore his beautiful home, adorned in modern black and white decor. The sleek furniture, minimalist artwork, and polished floors create a sophisticated ambiance. My gaze falls upon a wall featuring several wedding pictures, but none of him. I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding.The wine cellar catches my attention, and I help myself to a bottle of crisp Sauvignon Blanc. I settle in to watch TV, but I don't know when I drift off to sleep. The setting sun rouses me, and I decide to wake him up. He lies in bed, complaining about a nonexistent headache, and asks for another hour. I smile, knowing he's just trying to prolong our time together.I rummage through his cupboards and fridge, finding just enough ingredients to make a hearty beef stew and rice. I figure that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so I might as well sneak my way further into his affections. I finish cooking and catch up with Nkanyezi, who's being her usual nosy self, wanting to see the house. I only show her the lounge and kitchen, which I still need to clean up.After hanging up, I put everything back in its place, leaving no evidence of my culinary endeavors except for the two pots on the stove. I empty the wine bottle, reconciling with the idea that I'll leave tonight. The stew simmers, filling the air with savory aromas, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made myself at home in his space.