Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I fumbled for the door handle. "It's over. We're done. I can't do this."

He chuckled then looked at me. "You can't break up with me,"

"Watch me! You don't tell me what to do! You don't own me, Zuko! I can hate you, I can leave you, I can—"

His hand softly caught my throat in a soft grip, his thumb tilting my chin up. He leaned in and kissed the lights out of me.

I gasped into his mouth, caught completely off guard. My brain told me to fight, to push him away but my body betrayed me. The kiss turned passionate, hungry, and desperate. I melted. My hands, found their way to his neck, pulling him closer. I want him, all of him. Why does this feel so good? I pulled him closer, his hand caressing my throat.

He pulled back just an inch, his breath hot against my lips. "Let's take this inside," he whispered, his voice thick with a need that mirrored my own.

I couldn't think. I just nodded, yearning for more of this. To be held softly on my throat. What the fuck is wrong with me?
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He held my hand and led me inside. Closing the door, a woodsy cologne filled my nostrils. There were posters of Teko modise and some soccer players on the wall. A smart TV with a couch by the lounge area which was also the entrance. It was an open plan, clearly remodeled a bit, it was cutesy with bright red/ maroonisb build it cupboards. There wasn't much else. He looked at me It was just me and him.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked. He stood near the small kitchen counter,
"No," I whispered. My voice felt trapped in my throat.
He turned fully toward me, his eyes searching mine. "You want me?"
Heat rushed to my face, a deep blush crawling up my neck. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded.
"Come here," he said.
I moved toward him, and the second I was within reach, he pulled me in. I wanted him more than anything right now. My hands tangled neck, pulling him closer until there was no air between us.
He groaned into my mouth, something explosive happened on my heart after I heard that sound, my heart throbbed. He pinned me against the wall, his body against mine. Teeth clashing, breath hitching, hands wandering with a frantic need to touch skin.
He pulled back for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against mine. "Baby, you taste good man." he breathed.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my floral dress. He slowly slid off the dress straps off my shoulders, cool air hit my skinned. My neck was throbbing fast, it's happening... Then, he moved to his own clothes. I breathed heavyly. He removed his tie, and then shirt.
When he stood before me shirtless, I froze. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at his torso. There were burnt scars on his chest and shoulders.
"Did you get those from the fire?" I asked, my voice trembling as I reached out, my fingertips over the rough texture of a scar on his ribcage.
He nodded, his jaw tight, as if bracing for me to pull away in disgust.
"You're a work of art," I whispered, looking up at him with genuine awe. "Zuko, you're beautiful."
He looked at me like I was the greatest thing he had ever seen, his expression crumbling for a second. He kissed me abruptly then, a passionate, deep kiss. "I love you, Omphile" he whispered against my lips. "I love you so much, Phile."
"I love you too," I breathed back.
He shifted, his lips trailing down to my neck and then lower. When his mouth found my breast, I gasped, my back arching, it feels weird but good. It was my first time experiencing anything like this. The sensation was so intense it felt like I was losing control, my nails digging into his skin.
He picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me into the bedroom, the movement fluid and powerful. He laid me down on the bed, the blankets cool against my skin.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, hovering over me, his arms bracing his weight. "You look scared."
"I... I'm sure."
"I'll be gentle with you. I promise."
He started kissing me again, starting with my lips, then moving to my jaw, a kiss on my collarbone, and trailing slow, searing kisses down to my stomach. He looked at me, as I was moaning.
"You're doing a good job baby, main for me louder." That turned me on. He pulled my panties down, I gasped.
"Open your legs for me."

I opened my legs slowly, "Good girl." I melted.
He put his head in between and kissed my vagina. He kissed again, that feels good.
He then took a condom on the drawer and fixed himself. My heart pounded. He went to kissing me for a while then he held my leg up a little and they I felt something hard trying to enter my vagina, I gasped, he pushed again. I felt sharp pain. Then he pushed again. It felt like I'm ripping apart. I gasped, this wasn't fun anymore. Tears fell on the sides of my face, a sob escaped my throat.
"Baby?" he said, immediately stopping. He pulled back, his face filled with concern. "Phile, Are you okay?"
"It hurts," I cried, covering my face with my hands. I was embarrassed, shit shouldn't this be easy. I just can't take it. I felt like a failure, like I was too soft for the man he was.
"Hey." He pulled my hand looking at me in the eye with concern. "It's okay. We can stop. We can stop right now," he said firmly, pulling me into his arms and holding me while I shook. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's not your fault." Is it weird that it hurts and it can't fit. No one told me about this. I'm not sure what this is.
After a few minutes, I pulled away, grabbing a shirt to cover myself. "I'm going to the bathroom," I muttered, not meeting his eyes.
I walked into the bathroom, there was a blue bathtub with a shower and a blue toilet with a blue sink as well with a mirror. His towels hanging on the rail next to the bathtub. I splashed cold water on my face, staring at my reflection. I felt ridiculous. I had wanted this so much, and now it was ruined. I felt a bit funny in between my legs.
"Phile? You okay in there?" Zuko's voice called out from the other side of the door.
I took a deep breath and stepped out. "I'm okay."
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, standing by the bed, looking genuinely worried.
"A little."
"It's okay," he assured me, stepping closer and rubbing my arms. "That will disappear after a few times. We don't have to rush."
I sat on the edge of the bed, and as he turned to grab a pair of shorts, I saw the rest of his back. It was covered in even more burn marks, deep and jagged. I imagined the heat of that house, the falling timber, the screams of a child. I realized then that while I was worried about my own pain, Zuko was a man built of it.
"What can I wear for pajamas?" I asked, trying to shift the heavy mood.
Zuko rubbed the back of his neck, looking suddenly awkward. "About that... look, I snore, like ndirhona blind blind yabo. Like, really loudly. I don't think you can sleep in here. You probably won't get a wink of rest. Ndiyakucingela yabo."
I blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? You're sending me to the guest room?"
"A lot of people don't like sleeping with people who snore," he said, sounding genuinely confused by my reaction. "I thought... I thought it would be better for you."
"So you're just going to discard me like that?" I asked, my voice rising.
"I'm not discarding you." he said. "I just... I have a routine. You can't sleep in the same room as me. It's better this way."

"Come." He said and I followed him to the other room. It was a clean room, with big windows, everything white and black. A gaming table in the corner.
He walked toward the wardrobe, opened it and picked up a set of blankets. "I'll help you open the blankets. And I'll make you breakfast in the morning, anything you want Phile wam."
I stood there, watching him taking the blankets, feeling a sudden, cold distance.

"The sheets are clean so you don't have to worry about that." He said casually. He puts the blankets on the bed and began fixing the blankets.

"I'll fix it. You can go.." I said. He hesitating going and then stopped at the door way.
"Baby...are you angry at me?" He asked confused.

"Do you do this to everyone you fuck with?" I asked, the words sharp and bitter.
He looked at me firmly.
"Yes," he said.

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