NURSE THEMBENI
CHAPTER 29
THEMBENI
So far, my life has been nothing short of crazy and something tells me I ain’t seen nothing yet. There is more to come, I don’t know if I’m ready for it. For a moment I expect to see him in bed where I left him earlier, still resting after everything his body went through.
But the bed is empty. My eyes move toward the window. He’s there, sitting on the U-shaped couch with his elbows resting on his knees, staring out into the dark valley, he’s lost in his own thoughts.
Something in me unsettles when I see him like that. He looks lonely. Then he hears the door and turns his head, and the moment his eyes land on me, his whole face changes. The tension melts away. Relief spreads across his expression so openly that it catches me off guard.
I walk into the room and place my nightwear on the bed. I take a moment to really look at him. His skin still looks pale from the poison, his body is still recovering. Even the way he sits tells me he is not fully strong yet.
“What’s wrong? You look worried.” I ask.
He has a curious look on his face now.
I notice the careful way he pushes himself up, it’s clear his body still aches in places he isn’t telling anyone about. But even with that weakness, his eyes stay fixed on me.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
For a second I just stare at him, sometimes my mind takes time to grasp what is being said. Then I laugh softly, surprised by the honesty in his voice.
“Is that why you look so nervous? You thought I’d run away?” I tease.
He steps closer to me, the distance between us shrinks quickly, and suddenly I am very aware of how tall he is, how his presence fills the room even when he’s tired.
“You make me nervous, Themi,” he says quietly.
That is hard to believe, not with the heavy presence he carries. It feels like I’m in a room full of respectable men when it’s just him. Amahloni attack me sometimes, especially when he’s looking at me the way he is right now.
“Earth to KaMajola?” He snaps his fingers, I blink myself back.
“Will you ever reciprocate?”
“Reciprocate what?” I ask.
“My feelings for you? I keep pouring my heart out and you give me blank stares in return.”
Mind you, the said heart started bleeding yesterday.
“I’m still testing the waters.” I say.
Because really, I never know what to do when he talks like this, especially since our story did not start like this. And now he looks at me like I am his whole world, it is overwhelming sometimes.
He laughs, I’m blessed with showers of his laughter today.
“The only confession is that I love the sound of your laugh, don’t ever stop.”
My vocabulary fails me when I get too excited. Is this me praising a man? Thembeni, you have failed.
He pecks my lips, takes my hand and walks with me back to the couch.
“Can I sit?” I point at his lap as he sits.
His mouth curves slowly into a smile. Then he bites his top lip in that slow, teasing way he does when he knows exactly what he is doing to me. Mehlo knows he’s a volcano, he must know, I mean his actions don’t lie.
“Everything you’re looking at belongs to you,” he says lazily, pointing at himself. “Consent has been automatically given. You don’t have to ask.”
I roll my eyes, but I can feel my lips pulling into a smile anyway.
“You’re shameless. Man with no shame.”
He grins and murmurs. “Hlala, Phakade lami.”
Well, I have been invited. So, sit is what I shall do. I’m ignoring the dance my heart does when he calls me his forever. Does Mehlo know what Phakade mean? That’s not a word you use carelessly.
I sit on his lap. The moment I do, his arms wrap around my waist. He starts kissing my face, my forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. Nothing on my face is left unkissed.
It’s little soft kisses, one after the other. I laugh quietly but I do not stop him.
When I turn my head to look at him, he presses his forehead against mine. Our breaths mix together in the small space between us.
“You were always meant to be mine,” he whispers.
His voice is so soft it almost feels like a secret.
“Tell me you’re mine, Phakade lami, and I will never let go.”
Heat spreads through my body. It starts in my chest and moves everywhere else, down my arms, down my stomach, between my legs and down to my toes.
Suddenly I feel shy. I lower my eyes and start playing with the drawstring of his shorts, twisting it between my fingers just to give my hands something to do.
He notices immediately. Why wouldn’t he? He’s observant all of a sudden.
“Are you blushing?”
“No,” I say too quickly, blockig my laugh. The smile on my face is not a ticket for him to laugh at me. If he does, I’m stopping everything and going home.
“Your cheeks hurt?” he asks innocently.
“Yeah, so?” I reply stubbornly.
“You’re blushing, my love.”
I huff. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“No, baby, you flatter me. I love how you respond to my touches and everything I say.”
I think he just called me easy. I need to sit and analyze this statement. This man is dangerous and not because he is a prince. Or because of his power. He just knows exactly how to make me feel things I was never prepared for. Before I melt completely, I clear my throat and change the subject.
“I think there’s a spy in the palace.” It’s time I bring up that police dog, MaPhikela.
One of his eyebrows lifts.
“That’s impossible. Security is tight here, every worker was thoroughly investigated.”
I shift slightly on his lap. The movement makes his hands slide higher along my back. His palms are warm through the thin fabric of my top. I try to stay focused, hard as it is.
“Your nanny knew I was sleeping in your room tonight. I only told my maidens, no one else. But MaPhikela came to my room and told me I’m not allowed to sleep with you. Who told her I was planning on sleeping here?”
“Maybe your maidens told her.”
I shake my head.
“They were with me the whole time.”
His fingers begin tracing slow circles on my lower back. It is extremely distracting, my thoughts start stumbling over themselves. I try to concentrate anyway.
“Could the palace be bugged?” I ask.
He shakes his head immediately.
“Impossible.”
How sure is he?
“Well, I still don’t like MaPhikela. She thinks I won’t make a good queen. She has already decided I’m bad for you.”
Is he listening? He’s focused on touching me, his lips are all over my shoulder. He slowly slides the sleeve of my top down my arm, exposing more skin. His lips brush the spot again.
“What about you?” he murmurs against my skin.
His voice has changed, it has gone deeper, huskier.
“Do you think you’re bad for me?”
His breath warms my neck and a shiver runs through me.
“Because I don’t mind bad,” he whispers, kissing the curve of my shoulder again. “I like bad.” Another kiss. “I like you.” he continues.
My entire body flushes, he is seducing me, and the worst part is… it is working perfectly.
“Golide, be serious, I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”
Something is happening to my voice, it does not sound convincing at all.
“I am serious,” he whispers, then kisses my neck.
“Dead serious.”
His hands slide down to my waist and pull me closer against him. That thing that’s poking me is not his knee. He’s hard.
I fail in stopping my breath from hitching.
“Mehlo…”
“Phakade lami,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I close my eyes. His hands move over my waist and back, it’s a soft touch, but possessive at the same time.
I feel safe in his arms, wanted, and protected. All the fears I walked into this palace with feel smaller when he holds me like this.
“I’m yours,” I whisper and he groans.
I will have a ted talk with myself when he’s not around, diluting my thinking.
“Again.” He murmurs.
“I’m yours.”
Yeah, that stake where we burn them? I volunteer to start the fire.
This time he kisses me deeply, my hands move around his head without thinking. I press my body closer to his. For a few seconds the entire world disappears. There is only him, only us.
When we finally break apart, we are both breathing harder. He rests his forehead against mine again.
“Stay with me tonight. Please.” He says.
I show him my smallest smile, but it is real.
“I’m already here”
His lips find mine again, this kiss is slower and tastes sweeter. Maybe this place could become home, because of him and the way he looks at me like I am the only person in the world who matters. Because of the way he holds me like I belong here, with him.
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I wake to wet kisses trailing along the side of my neck from a mouth that knows exactly where to press, where to suck, where to scrape teeth just enough to make my breath hitch. I’m still half-asleep, and my is body heavy with sleep, but my skin is already awake and tingling.
“Mehlo?”
“Mmh!”
He’s pressed against my back, chest to spine, one arm banded around my waist, the other hand sliding under my nightdress. His hot palm is flat against my stomach.
Something’s poking me.
“Yoh?” I’m referring to the thick, hard, thingy nudged between my thighs, it’s pulsing with every slow roll of his hips.
“Phakade… lami” His voice is rough, wrecked, right against my ear. “Wake up for me.”
I mumble something incoherent, trying to burrow deeper into the pillow.
It’s almost light outside, I can tell from what my blurry eyes can see. It must be five or six am-ish.
“Too early…” I mumble.
He chuckles low and the sound vibrates through my back. His lips find the sensitive spot below my ear and he sucks gently. My hips jerk without permission.
“Early is perfect,” he whispers. “No one else is awake, just us.”
His hand slides higher and cups my br’east, his thumb circling the nipple until it pebbles under his touch. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“Mehlo… I want to sleep.”
“I know…” He kisses down my shoulder, his teeth grazing. “But I want you more.”
He rocks forward again, the head of him slides against me. It’s slick already and teasing my entrance. I feel myself clench around nothing. My body knows what it wants even if my sleepy brain is still protesting.
“Please, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me inside you. Let me feel you. I’ve been hard for you since I opened my eyes. Dreaming about you, about this.”
His fingers slip between my thighs and find me wet. He groans against my neck.
“See? You want it too.”
I whimper. “You’re not playing fair, Mehlo.”
“I’m not playing at all, I’m begging.” He notches himself at my entrance, just the tip, holding still. “Ngiyacela, KaMajola.”
He sounds wrecked and desperate, nothing like the king everyone bows to. Just my man, needy and mine.
I push back, just a fraction.
He hisses. “Thembeni…”
“Hurry, I’m still sleepy.” I envy single people.
He kisses my shoulder. “I promise.”
He pushes in, inch by torturous inch. Has he always been this t’hick and hot? This is our first morning glory, ever. He’s stretching me open, I lose control of my breathing. My fingers twist in the sheets.
When he’s fully seated, he stops, letting me adjust. His hand slides down my stomach, his fingers finding my c’lit, and I grab his wrist as he starts rubbing slow circles.
“That’s my girl. Take it baby.”
I am taking it, the pleasure, moan after broken moan. He starts moving, shallow thrusts at first,, letting me feel every drag, every pulse. His mouth stays on my neck, pressing wet kisses, sucking, and whispering my name. Another first of our many firsts. He has never called my name while in this position, or said anything. It was just moans and groans.
“Themi… f’uck, you feel perfect. So tight, so w3t for me.”
I arch back, pushing against him.
“Harder.”
He growls low. “You sure?”
“Yes… harder.”
His control snaps, he thrusts deeper and harder. His hand gripping my hip, the other still circling my cl!t. The angle is brutal and perfect. Every stroke hits that spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
I turn my head, find his mouth and kiss him messily. He groans into my mouth.
“Come for me, Phakade lami. Come on my c0ck, let me feel you.”
Oh shit! C0ndom. I was drunk in sleep, my brain failed me.
Mehlo’s fingers speed up, pressing harder. I shatter, my back arching, thighs shaking, and there’s a broken cry muffled against his lips. He f’ucks me through it, chasing his own release.
“Thank you, Phakade lami for accepting me. You’re all mine.”
One last deep t’hrust, he comes with a choked moan, pulsing inside me, and filling me. His arms lock around me as he lets his body loose. We stay like that, and he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I turn in his arms and look up at him. His smile is devastatingly catchy. He kisses me again.
“I said I love you.”
I heard him the first time.
“Okay.”
He laughs. “What does that mean? Okay?”
“It means there’s room to grow, and maybe one day, I will love you too.” I say.
“So there is nothing you love about me, yet?” He asks.
“Your wallet, the first time I got that notification, I knew you were the one.” I say.
He’s laughing again, it sounds legit, it always does. But what puzzles me is that he’s never found me funny before. But then, we hardly said much to each other. Now would you look at that? I have become a comedian overnight.
He’s still inside me when the knock comes and before either of us can catch up with it, the door swings open.
MaPhikela rushes in. Behind her is an older man I don’t recognize. He’s carrying a metal bucket that is steaming hot. The smell hits me straight away, bitter herbs that make my nose sting.
She looks at Mehlo. “Ndabezitha, baba is here to bath you. We have to remove ithunzi elimnyama. You know you were not supposed to sleep with her.” (Get rid of all the bad spirits.)
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