Chapter 2

The motorcycle was fast, but Elian's heart beat faster. Zara was behind him, hugging his waist tightly. He could feel her body pressing against his back. They were very wet from the rain, but Elian felt hot.

"You are so slow, Good Boy! We will arrive tomorrow at this rate!" Zara shouted from behind, but she was just joking. She gently hit Elian's shoulder.

"Ma'am, it is dangerous! The road is wet!" Elian said. His voice was shaking a little. He was nervous, not because of the rain, but because of the woman hugging him.

They arrived at a condo in the city. It was far from the party places. It was quiet and private. When they got off the motorcycle, Zara was very wet. Her clothes stuck to her skin, showing her body's shape.

"Come in first. Dry yourself before you go home. You might get sick," Zara said as she opened the door.

"Ah, okay. Just for a short time," Elian stuttered.

Inside, the house was modern and clean. But you could tell it belonged to a woman. The walls had bright colors, the paintings were a little bold, and it smelled like expensive perfume.

"Sit there. I will get a towel," Zara ordered. In less than a minute, she came back with a towel and clothes. "Here, wear these dry clothes. It would be a waste if a handsome guy like you gets a cough."

Elian took the clothes. "Thank you."

He went to the bathroom to change. When he took off his wet clothes, he could not stop thinking about how different Zara was. Of all the women he met, Zara was the kind you could not teach. She was the kind who would teach you.

When Elian came out, he wore sweatpants and a big t-shirt from Zara. He looked young. And when he stepped out, he stopped moving.

Zara was in the living room, standing near the window under the moonlight. She also changed clothes. She wore very thin and short sleepwear. She was wearing almost nothing. Her hair was still wet. Water dripped down to her neck and chest.

"You look cute in those clothes," Zara teased while drying her hair. She walked slowly toward Elian like a cat. "Your skin is so fair. Do you always just stay at home?"

"Y-Yes. I like to read and draw," Elian answered. He could not look straight at her. The feeling in the condo was different from the bar. It was more private. More... dangerous.

"Too bad. You are so handsome, but you do not know how to have fun," Zara whispered. She was right in front of him now. They were so close their chests almost touched.

Zara raised her hand and slowly touched Elian's face. Her fingers were cold. But when she touched his skin, Elian felt a spark. He froze.

"Your cheeks are so soft... your face is so gentle," Zara whispered. Her eyes were dark, full of desire and mischief. "Elian... do you know why I let you come in here?"

Elian shook his head. His eyes grew wide. He was scared but excited.

"Because..." Zara stepped closer, until Elian felt her warm breath. "I want to see how far your 'kindness' goes. I want to see if you have a little wild side, too."

Elian could not answer. His eyes widened when Zara slowly moved her hand down from his cheek to his chest, and then down to his waist.

"Z-Zara..." he called her name, almost like a whisper.

"Shhh..." Zara stopped him. "You know no one here. No one will tell. Just feel it."

Suddenly, Zara pulled Elian close and kissed his lips.

Elian felt like his mind went blank. It was his first kiss. His heart beat so fast, he thought it would explode. Zara kissed him aggressively, demanding, and wild. She knew what she was doing. Elian was like a statue. He did not know where to put his hands.

Zara pulled away for a moment with a playful smile. "Oh, you do not know how to kiss? You really are innocent."

"B-because... it is my first time..." Elian admitted. His face and ears turned red.

Zara laughed softly. "Aww. So that means... I am the first to do anything to you?"

Elian nodded. He felt hypnotized by her beauty and boldness.

"Good," Zara answered. "So just relax. I will take care of it. I will do the moving. You will just accept everything."

She pulled Elian to the soft sofa. She made him sit, then she sat on his lap. She was straddling him. Elian felt the weight and heat of Zara's body. His knees shook. His whole body shook.

"Zara, maybe... this is wrong," Elian whispered, even as his hands naturally touched her waist.

"Wrong for them, but not for us," Zara answered. She started kissing his neck, sucking gently, leaving marks. "You want this. I can feel it."

And she was right. Elian really wanted it. He never thought in his wildest dreams that a woman like Zara would be this close to him. She was everything forbidden, everything dangerous, and yet she felt so right.

Zara moved her hips slowly, teasing him. Her hands went everywhere, exploring every part of his body. She touched him in places no one had ever dared to touch. Zara was the kind of woman who was not shy. She knew what she wanted, and she would take it.

"You are so soft... you seem tough in your mind, but your heart is soft," Zara whispered in his ear. She bit his earlobe gently, making Elian let out a quiet moan.

"Zara... please..." He did not know if he was begging her to stop or to continue.

"Please what, Good Boy?" Zara teased. She looked straight into his eyes. Her eyes were full of lust and confidence. "Tell me if you want more."

Elian looked at Zara's lips, then at her eyes. He was nervous, but suddenly he found courage. Because of Zara, he wanted to be brave too, even for just a moment.

"I-I want it..." Elian answered softly but surely. "I want more, Zara."

Zara smiled. "There we go."

She kissed him again. It was hotter and heavier. She guided his hands to place them on her body. She taught him how to touch her, how to hold her. Elian learned fast, driven by desire and curiosity. He was innocent, yes, but he was a man. And Zara was bringing out the man in him.

It was late at night, and the rain outside was still heavy. But inside the condo, it was very hot. There was no other sound except for whispers, heavy breathing, and Zara's laughter whenever Elian felt shy or stuttered.

She took everything slowly, teasing him, and driving him crazy. She was wild, demanding, and controlling everything. And Elian? He just gave in. He let her do whatever she wanted. Because for the first time, he felt alive.

"Tonight, Elian," Zara whispered while she was on top of him, staring into his eyes. "Forget that you are a good boy. Tonight... be mine."

And that night, Elian lost his innocence... slowly, Zara took it away and replaced it with a fire he never knew he had.