Love was never safe. Until him. Soren has spent his life outrunning pain—abused by his father, abandoned by his mother, and betrayed by the man he once called home. He doesn’t believe in happy endings. He barely believes in survival. Then Tavian walks in. Steady. Patient. Dangerous in all the right ways. But just as Soren starts to trust again, the past claws its way back—bringing monsters with familiar faces. When he’s taken, locked away, and left for dead, only one man dares to find him. Because Tavian doesn’t just want his heart. He wants to mend every broken piece.
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Soren's POV
I groaned out in pleasure as he walked his hands through my slim body sending shivers down my spine.
I have never felt this loss in sexual actions until now, having myself pinned beneath his big perfect body as he went ahead to do the crazy things I have in mind for him to do but never said it.
Maybe he's a wizard, or a mind reader that can read my mind and tell me what I want.
But I don't care, today, I want to give it all up. The good boy in me and the always careful and mindful me. I want to be bad and he's the only one who can make me be it.
"Please" I whispered and grabbed him back up, hungry for his lips on mine.
He gave me just what I needed, he moved up and captured my lips. I gasped in his moan, loving just how much it feels to feel nothing but pleasure and how well desires can make me do the undoable.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and began grinding myself on him. I was hard and needy, so was him. We both wanted this and our lust was the fuel in this act.
"Take off my pants" I whispered in faint pleas
He moved at my words and unbuckled my pants. Before I knew it, my pants were off and I was bare on the bed.
"You are beautiful" he whispered, his eyes all over me like he'll eat me up if I let him.
"Enough of the compliment and fuck me already" I rolled my eyes.
Yes, I wanted to be complimented while having sex but with the person I love. Not just a random guy.
He chuckled and I frowned.
"Fuck? Thought we were making love" he teased and I rolled my eyes again.
"In your dreams" I bite my inner lips, trying to stop myself from wishing the same.
My mind takes me back to Dain, the person I thought I loved and wanted only to find out he was a fake.
No, I won't think about him... right now, I want to risk it all with someone else and not hold on to broken dreams. Dain is that broken dream that brings nothing but my most hated trauma.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch me? I might as well leave" I stood up to leave when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down on the bed.
"You can't bail out now" he whispers.
"Thought you wanted to?"
He grabbed my hands and placed it on his hard dick still in his pants.
"Take it off"
I blinked but I was quick to snap myself out of it. I wanted this...I reminded myself in silence as I moved my hands and released his pants and it came falling down.
He grabbed my hands and placed it on his dick, I felt his dick move against the thin layer of his inner pants.
"Give me a hand job"
I moved, brought out his dick and I was surprised to see how big and long it was. I gulped instinctively and tightened my hold around it.
He grunted and I looked up, his face was a mixture of pleasure and sometimes else.
I moved my hands back and forth, but the movement wasn't smooth.
"I need a lub"
He grabbed a sachet of lubricant, tore it open and poured it on my hands. I spread all around his dick, as I moved my hands until he began throwing off some precum.
Then, he grabbed me, turned me on all fours and before I knew it, he penetrated me in one swift movement.
I whimpered and shivered, groaning. He thrust into me, filling me whole.
After a while, he pulled away, grabbed me out of the bed and stood me by the wall.
"Hold the wall" came at his command.
Before I could think of moving, he grabbed a leg, placed it on his shoulder causing me to almost fall if not the wall.
Then, he positioned himself at my entrance and went all in causing me to cry out.
The night went on and on, we went on and on until there was no energy left to stand. I slumped on the bed and he came after. In a blink of an eye, we were gone into our land of fantasy, inhaling each other's smell as the scent of our sex and sweat lingered all over the room.
*******************"
I woke up all sore and tired, but I still forced myself to sit up. I glanced at the sleeping man next to me, and for a second, I couldn't deny the fact he was handsome.
But being handsome doesn't mean he's the one. I got to go. I stood up, and quickly grabbed my pants from the floor and put them on.
Then my shirt and jacket. Even though I did something as insane as this, at least, I feel better and that made me more sure of what I want.
I grabbed my phone on the bed, gave the sleeping man one last glance before I left.
As soon as I stepped out of the building, I was grabbed by a certain someone and pushed against the wall.
When I looked up, I was surprised to see Dain staring at me with eyes that could kill me instantly if they could.
"What are you doing?" I asked and tried to set myself free but he heard me still against the wall, angry eyes staring at me
"Where are you coming from? Why didn't you come back home last night? Did you cheat on me? With who?" Dain threw multiple questions that left me wondering which I'm to answer first.
But, was I even supposed to answer? I owe him no explanation whatsoever.
I jerked his hands off me, "I awe you no explanation, Dain" I was about to take a step when he stopped and pushed me back against the wall.
"Yes you do, I am your fucking boyfriend " Dain yelled.
"Boyfriend?" I repeated.
A painful Chuckle escaped my lips, "no, you aren't....you lost that the day you showed me just how much you can do...you lost that title the day you laid your filthy hands on me after I caught you cheating on me with Mark, and now you stand here to know my where about? As who? Or do you see me as a fool to run back into your arms?" I barked.
"How dare you talk to me in such a manner?" Dain raised his hand to slap me.
Out of instinct, I shrink. I was a man, yes, but a soft fragile man with forever traumas and this is what left me broken.
I fearfully waited for the slap but it didn't come. When I looked up, I was surprised to see my one night stand, holding up the Dain hand in the air as he stopped him from hitting me.
"I'm sorry, but you can't do whatever you like" Tavian said, so casually li
ke nothing but what was happening. But Beneath his calm voice, was a buried anger that left me shocked in surprise.
The weekend came and went so fast, it almost felt like it was being chased away by something invisible.It slipped through my fingers like fine sand, each moment dissolving quicker than the last—but every second spent with Travian lingered in my memory like a tender whisper I didn’t want to let go of.I never knew life could be this serene, this breathtakingly simple. Everything felt softer. My steps were lighter. My thoughts, clearer. It was a new kind of peace—one I never knew I needed until now. And God, I wish it could stay this way forever.I reached for the already-prepared cup of coffee resting on the service tray. The warmth radiating from the cup seeped into my palms, but it wasn’t just the coffee that had me feeling warm. My mood was floating on a cloud, and I could feel it spreading to everyone around me like an unspoken melody. The customers smiled more. Conversations sounded lighter. The entire cafe felt...beautiful.Maybe that's the Travian effect.“You look so lit,” Luk
Thirty minutes have gone through the movie and I'm already feeling bored... well, not exactly bored, but something felt missing. There was a hollow ache blooming inside me—strange and persistent. I wanted something, something more, and just leaning into Travian’s arms wasn’t enough to satisfy it. His warmth should’ve been comforting, grounding. But it wasn’t. Not this time.I pushed myself away from him gently, my hands pressing against his chest to create some space—maybe what I needed was distance, some air to breathe, a moment to think. But the second our bodies parted, it worsened. Like pulling away from him only made the craving stronger. My entire body rebelled against the space I tried to give it. It turns out I didn’t want to be away from him. I wanted to be closer. Much, much closer.Why? What was this odd, wild feeling that had suddenly surged from nowhere—unannounced, uninvited—and was now tormenting me without mercy?I leaned back into Travian’s arms, but this time, I didn
Throughout the entire weekend, my life took on a rhythm that felt almost... normal. Good, even. Thanks to Travian. Ever since that day, he had slipped effortlessly into a role that felt like we were a couple — though technically we weren’t yet. But I didn’t stop him. I didn’t push back. Instead, I let him slowly, steadily win me over with his presence, his actions, his quiet insistence.Even though there was still so much we didn’t know about each other, and countless moments yet to uncover, I was happy. More than happy—relieved—that he never once left my side. Not even for a moment.He took care of me in ways I didn’t expect. He made sure I ate on time, serving me meals that were healthy and thoughtfully prepared. He drew baths for me, patiently waiting for me to step inside, then gently washing me as though it was the most natural thing in the world. He cleaned the house from top to bottom, smoothing the bedsheets until they looked untouched by sleep. He even took care of my laundry
Travian always had this unnerving talent—he knew exactly how to control a room, a moment, and more disturbingly, how to control me. It was like watching a master conductor at work, orchestrating tension, fear, relief... and then stealing it all away as though it never existed. His presence alone could shift the energy in a space, as though the walls bent to his will, as though every molecule of air awaited his command before it dared to move. He didn't need to raise his voice. He didn’t even need to move with force. His calm was the danger. His stillness was what made you freeze.I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until Luke stepped out the door, the sound of it shutting echoing louder than it should have, leaving the air noticeably lighter. The moment that latch clicked into place, the suffocating weight in my chest lifted, and I could finally breathe again. Relief washed over me like a breaking wave, crashing into the shore of my trembling nerves—but it was not enough to cool
He returned with a tray in his hands, the rich aroma of food preceding him like a soft whisper of warmth. It caught me off guard. The scent was heavenly—eggs perfectly done, toasted bread crisped just right, fruits sliced with attention, and something that smelled like herbal tea gently steaming in the corner. My brows knitted in confusion. Did he really make all of that? From scratch? I couldn’t remember the last time I stocked my fridge, let alone left anything remotely edible in it.Without saying a word, he walked calmly over and sat next to me on the couch, placing the tray carefully on his thighs like it was something sacred. Then, with deliberate ease, he scooped up a spoonful of food, turned to me, and held it up.I stared at the spoon suspiciously, frowning, about to protest that I wasn’t a child—that I could feed myself just fine—but before the words could form, he beat me to it.“Yeah, yeah,” he said casually, not even looking at me as he smirked. “I know you’re not a child
The day felt strangely stretched, like time itself had slowed down just to toy with my thoughts. Every second seemed heavier than the last, and I couldn't stop my mind from spiraling.Would everything fall into place if I gave him a chance? Could I be loved—not just affectionately, but in the way my soul has always craved? The kind of love that wraps itself around your bones and whispers “you’re safe” even when the world is burning?"You seem a little off-minded. Are you okay?" Luke’s voice cut through the thick fog of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.I wished I could lie. I wished I could flash that perfectly constructed smile I wore on days when I was falling apart inside—on the days when pretending was easier than facing the truth. But today, I couldn’t summon it. I couldn't hide behind the usual mask.Luke noticed. He always does. With quiet understanding, he stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. His touch grounded me. His voice, even softer than usua
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