Chapter 13: Chapter 13 Wicked tongue (R18)
When it hit him, Daniel stiffened instantly. The pain that came with that first entrance was blinding.
He almost fell but clung tightly to Draven’s arms, and just for a moment, the sharpness loosened.
"I don’t think you’re ready for this. No matter how much I want it, I can’t take advantage of you," Draven spoke out.
Sincere or not, Daniel was taken aback by the sudden caring attitude. He actually cared about him.
A horny stranger begging to be drilled in the ass—if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, here he was squirming after being penetrated only a little.
Cupping Draven’s chin, he whispered sinfully,
"Make this moment special for me. Even though it’s my first time, I chose you for a reason."
Those words—the way Daniel uttered them so seductively—didn’t escape Draven’s sharp eyes.
He licked his lips, his hands still gripping Daniel’s ass, soft like today’s fresh bread. Then his fingers trailed up, brushing against Daniel’s soft pink lips, caressing them slowly.
"There’s something about you, Daniel, something I can’t explain. You’re fascinating, and it thrills me to want to know you more," Draven confessed, his gaze intense.
Daniel was flabbergasted. Weird, wasn’t it? They had just met, and here he was confessing like this.
"Woah, woah, woah! I came here for sex, not some kind of love confession. Can we just get over it?" Daniel declared, clearly uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation.
After everything with his parents, he wasn’t sure love was in the cards for him. Every time he looked at men—those macho Alphas—he was reminded of his father. They were all the same, and he refused to ever be bonded to one. Definitely not in this lifetime.
Draven was stunned. What did he do wrong? He was only saying he was interested, nothing more. So why the pushback?
Before he could react, Daniel stood up and began gathering his clothes one by one from the floor.
"Maybe coming here was a mistake," he muttered. The discomfort still lingered, but maybe running off to some deserted place until it all blew over was the best idea. He didn’t want to owe anyone again—not after Adrian had shown him just how manipulative people could be. One mistake was enough. He wouldn’t let himself be trapped in another form of slavery.
"What now? I thought we were in the moment," Draven spoke, worry and curiosity in his eyes.
Now that Daniel was looking at him properly, he noticed just how handsome Draven truly was. Not only handsome, but cute—his face so youthful it almost begged to be pinched.
"It’s just... I don’t want you getting too attached. We just met, and you’re already confessing," Daniel trailed off. He could see Draven was still young, probably still growing, and he didn’t want to ruin his life with the misfortunes clinging to him like a plague.
Draven only laughed, then in one swift motion, snatched Daniel’s hand and dragged him close, pressing him against his towering frame. Daniel could feel his dick pressed firmly against his leg.
The man was so tall—Adrian Valez was tall, sure, but Draven was something else. Daniel’s head barely reached his torso. Damn, he felt short.
"I can’t help myself. Who wouldn’t say that to a gorgeous man like you?" Draven said nonchalantly. Whether it was flirting or serious, Daniel had no idea—but his cheeks flushed anyway.
Those blue eyes... enchanting, almost criminal. If beauty was a crime, Draven would already be in prison. Adrian had been handsome too—dark, bewitching—but this man before him was innocent. Innocent and irresistible.
"But isn’t this intruding into my personal space? Tell me, is this what you say to everyone you sleep with? I’m sure I’m not the only one," Daniel pressed, still fumbling with his clothes, trying to escape before things got worse.
"Yes, I do. I’m a playboy, I admit that. But when I met you, Daniel—when we kissed—my instinct told me you’re the one," Draven descended seriously.
"My Alpha instinct has never been wrong. It clicked with you. You’re special, Daniel, and I can’t let you walk away without knowing you properly... or without helping you get through this heat."
"Give me the chance to help you out, and you won’t regret it." His grip on Daniel’s hand tightened, desperate for him to stay.
Daniel sighed. He was stranded, and while lost in his mess, he had completely forgotten about Adrian and his vicious mafia empire. Danger loomed close, but he was too consumed by his current troubles to notice.
"I have to be careful with my heart and mind. My goal is to grow powerful, to avenge every wound and humiliation my parents caused me. For that, I need a calm mind," he said, exhaling deeply before letting Draven lead him back to the bed.
Seeing he’d won, Draven decided this would be special—just as Daniel had asked. Something unforgettable.
Abandoning the chair, Daniel was thrown back on the bed, Draven climbing on top of him. Their lips reconnected, fierce and hungry, Draven tilting his head as he claimed Daniel’s plump lips.
The kiss deepened, tongues teasing and tangling, stealing every ounce of Daniel’s breath. Daniel coiled into him, wrapping his legs around Draven’s waist as Draven trailed wet kisses down his face, licking possessively until Daniel moaned.
Could making out really be this good? Porn never did it justice.
Draven stopped at his chest, sucking and flicking his nipples with his tongue until Daniel cried out. His hand slid down to Daniel’s dick, stroking it gently—almost like a gentleman.
"I’ll make this heat worth it," Draven promised in that calm, sexy voice. Daniel’s world collapsed when he felt something at his ass.
Draven was licking his hole. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
His ass wide open, a guy’s face buried between his cheeks—damn, it wasn’t manly at all. And yet, he smiled at the thought of his father’s disgust if he could see this. That fallen look would’ve been priceless.
"Ouch—oh, haaa..." Daniel shuddered when Draven switched, sliding his tongue in.
Oh damn.
Daniel wiggled, his ass shooting upward, his face pressed into the sheets as pleasure twisted through him.
"Your ass tastes so good," Draven groaned, drilling his tongue deeper.
Fuck, Adrian’s tongue had been something—but Draven’s? Oh, fuck.
His tongue curled, hitting all the right spots, fucking Daniel with precision. Daniel’s legs kicked, his body trembling as Draven’s formidable tongue worked its magic.
"You’re ready for me now, aren’t you?" Draven asked, lifting his sinful face.
Daniel could only nod like a lost kid. If this felt that good, how would his dick feel?
"Your wetness is dripping so sweetly." Draven brought out a slick fluid, licking it off his long tongue before fondling himself. He slowly pressed his cock against Daniel’s entrance.
Daniel’s face twisted with anticipation. He wanted it, but he wouldn’t beg. Not out loud.
"Oh God, Draven, put the damn dick in already," Daniel groaned, his body burning with heat, desperate to be tamed.
Finally, after teasing the rim with his tip, Draven eased inside—slow, deliberate. Daniel gasped.
"Arghhhhhhh..."
Fuck. He was big.
Draven leaned forward, hugging him from behind.
"Calm down. It’ll soften in seconds. You just need to get used to it."
Those reassuring words kept him sane. Smiling through gritted teeth, he let Draven continue.
Draven plunged deeper. By the time Daniel adjusted, he was already being struck at his core.
Oh god—haa.
The rhythm built, Draven pounding in and out, smacking Daniel’s ass with every thrust.
Daniel twisted his neck, watching him move with that maddening speed.
"Harder, Draven..." Daniel begged.
The sex freak finally lost control, slamming him with full force, speed and power shaking the bed until the frame collapsed. Neither cared—they switched positions, going harder until Draven neared his climax.
"Oh shit—here it comes—yeah..."
And right there inside Daniel’s hole, he released everything, emptying himself until exhaustion weighed on them both.
The heat in Daniel’s body eased. He slumped into Draven’s embrace, falling asleep with Draven still buried deep inside him.