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.
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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 village had never felt threatening before. When I first arrived, its quiet streets and unhurried rhythm had been a balm to my weary soul—a place where I could finally breathe without fear, where the air tasted clean and the silence felt safe. The cobbled paths, the scent of woodsmoke from nearby chimneys, the occasional laughter of children running barefoot across the square—all of it had wrapped me in a sense of calm that I hadn’t known in years.But now, that same calm mocked me. Every corner felt sharper than I remembered, every shadow stretched too deep, as though the darkness itself was holding its breath, waiting. The same streets that once promised refuge now whispered danger with every step I took.Grandma noticed, of course. She always did. She never used the word jumpy, but the way her eyes lingered on me told me she had already measured the tension in my shoulders, the way my hands trembled when I thought no one was looking. Those eyes had weathered more storms than I c
The day slipped by in fragments, like shards of glass scattered across the floor. Each moment caught the light for a second, then faded into the dull weight pressing on my chest. The hum of the village drifted through the walls, soft and constant, carrying with it the faint chatter of neighbors trading gossip, children chasing each other barefoot, and the low creak of carts on the gravel road. Even the smell of bread rising in Grandma’s oven—a scent that once pulled me into the heart of comfort—felt distant now. I could see the world, hear it, almost touch it, but I wasn’t part of it.It was as if I lived inside a glass box. Everything close, yet sealed away.My thoughts circled the same words, like vultures refusing to leave a carcass.You owe me. Don’t fail me.The weight of them pressed against my chest, sharp as broken glass, and no matter how I shifted, I couldn’t shake them off.I sat on the porch as the sun dipped lower, streaking the sky with bruised orange and fading pink. My
The city was supposed to be the next chapter. A place where Travian and I could breathe freely, where the dust of our pasts would finally settle. We had spoken about it so many times—what it would be like to walk the crowded streets hand in hand, to build something steady, something ours.But life never unfolds in clean, straight lines.Travian had been pulled away, tangled in family matters he couldn’t ignore. I understood, even if a small, selfish part of me wished he’d chosen me over them. When he asked me to stay behind in the village until everything was settled, I agreed. His voice carried a quiet reassurance, the kind that made me believe that distance was only temporary.So here I was. Waiting.The days blurred together, slow and quiet. The evenings were my favorite, because they ended with him. Our calls were the rope that held me steady, his voice weaving through the silence like a balm. Tonight was no different. We had spoken until I felt my chest unclench, until laughter p
His fingers trailed down my sides, brushing every inch like he was mapping me out all over again—touch by touch, sigh by sigh. It wasn’t rushed, not anymore. It was slow and intentional, like a man rediscovering a favorite song, memorizing each note as though he feared forgetting the melody. His touch was reverent, like each pass of his hand was both apology and adoration, a silent confession written against my skin.His lips followed his fingers. Neck. Shoulder. Breast. He took his time there, wrapping his lips around my nipple, sucking gently before dragging his tongue over it, teasing me until my back arched and a soft moan escaped my lips. My stomach clenched with every kiss, every flick of his tongue—small fires lit in the hollow of my body, blooming in places I thought had gone numb. He kissed me like I was art. Something he couldn’t get enough of. Something worth revering. And with each press of his lips, he poured something unspoken into me—something gentle, something raw, som
“Travian…”His name escaped my lips, soft and uncertain—yet heavy with everything I couldn’t put into words. But whatever I meant to say next died the second he pulled me in and kissed me, swallowing my words like he couldn’t bear to hear them. Or maybe he already knew what I wanted to say and decided actions were faster.His lips tasted of broccoli and sausage, from the food we’d just eaten—an oddly comforting flavor that felt like home. Familiar. Warm. It didn’t bother me. Instead, it made me smile against his mouth. It grounded me in the present and reminded me that this—us—was real. My stomach fluttered in excitement, and instinctively, I parted my lips, welcoming him in.I kissed him back, letting go of the weak resistance I had tried to hold onto. Why fight it? Moments like this were rare—so precious they felt like shooting stars. And somehow, I was lucky enough to witness two in one day.His hands slid down to my ass, gripping me through the soft fabric of my dress, and he gave
I cleared the table the moment we were done eating and carried the dishes to the sink, still feeling the warmth of the shared meal lingering in the air. The plates clinked softly against each other as I set them down. Behind me, Travian moved with a kind of quiet ease, wiping down the table with slow, methodical strokes. The scent of spice and wood polish lingered faintly in the room.Grandma was already at the door, purse in hand and scarf neatly wrapped over her head.“I’m going to see a friend,” she said over her shoulder, her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder. “And I’ll stop by the market on my way back to grab some foodstuffs.”She turned to look at us with that same soft, stern gaze she always wore before leaving the house—like she was silently reminding us to behave, to stay safe, to be good.“You boys take care of the house while I’m gone, you hear?” her voice rang out before the door closed with a gentle thud.Typical Grandma—always careful, always watching over m
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