The Dark Beast's Love

I woke up startled by a sound I couldn't distinguish, until I heard it again.

My name... Moaned through the door that kept the bedroom separate from the rest of the house. I thought I hallucinated it at first because it was so low, because it had barely been above a whisper, but then I heard it a third time, and as soon as the sound was processed in my mind, everything clicked. A warmth spread through my cheeks and up to my ears as silence took over again. He wasn't loud, the door hid most of it, but every time he said my name there was like an echoing whisper. And I, who'd trained myself to be a light sleeper to catch any suspicious sound, had woken up immediately by it.

I considered trying to go back to sleep again, but the knowledge that Riven was on the other side of the door, gasping and moaning my name made it impossible to even lay still despite the comfort of the bed. The worst thing was probably the warmth that had gathered in my lower regions and the way I felt every breath I took and had to manually remind myself to continue if I didn't want to pass out due to lack of oxygen.

This must be magic, I thought as I heard my name again and felt arousal seize hold of my senses. This must be the doing of magic because there was no way that I was so easily attracted to a boy I had to make a deal with in order to agree with. It must be the magic that enhanced the way my body sang at the thought of seeing him, at the thought of hearing him moaning out my name for real. Because if it wasn't magic, then I would be a stranger to even myself. I was out of bed and on my way to open the door in seconds, and the sight that greeted me knocked the breath out of me.

Riven was on his back on the couch with one hand on his dick and the other one loosely around his neck as he panted open-mouthed, eyes wide and transfixed on the ceiling. The pace he had was too slow to get him off, but clearly enough to keep him going, to have the desire burning in his eyes and to have pearls of sweat forming on his bare chest, and I could not, for the sake of my own survival, tear my eyes away from him and how eternal he seemed in the dim light of the night. I was stuck against the doorway, knees almost weak at the sight and ears just devouring the sound of every little gasp he made.

When he shut his eyes I mourned the loss of his blown expression, but I quickly forgot it when he started to speak.

"Enjoying the show?" The Riven that spoke was nothing like the boy who'd been resting on the grass. This one was hungrier. This one was wilder. This Riven was exactly the Riven I had expected him to be when he first told me that he was the beast, untamed and growling.

"I..." Since when have I been so easily speechless?!

Within seconds after my unfinished sentence, Riven was off the couch and had me with my back against my arm with each toned muscled arm on each side of my head and body barely inches from being pressed up against mine. I gulped when my eyes met his and when he heard it his grin only grew wider and his eyes glistened in mischief. Before I could even utter a word of protest or consent, he ducked his head into the croak of my neck, inhaling my scent so deeply that I almost thought that he could get high on it alone. Then his eyes were back on me, his pupils so blown wide that you could barely see the iris ring of green that hid behind it.

"Listen closely," Riven whispered in the space between us. "You have two choices here. Either you go back into the room and close the door, so that I can finish my business with you only in my thoughts... Or you let me take you as I want tonight, It will be like a trade, you suck my dick off and I will make sure that my fingers curve to your satisfaction."

Despite being offered a choice, it didn't really feel like one at all. Not because he was restraining me in any way, but because I knew that I could not return from this, not when his eyes were looking at me as if I was the only thing worth a damn in this world and not when Riven was acting in a way that had every cell in my body sing in anticipation. Riven studied me closer and I knew that he had his answer when his expression got smug and one of his hands tangled in my hair just for him to pull my head to another side, giving access to my still bruised neck in the process.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"If only you knew," Riven's voice was low and grumbling. "How great you smell right now."

My breath hitched as his nose brushed over the skin on my collarbone.

"I can sense it you know," His other hand started trailing lower and lower until the rested on my hip. "Your arousal. I could smell it the second you opened that door and it drove me fucking crazy."

A low huff ghosted over my skin.

"Did you enjoy the show I put on for you?" My breath was quickening up as his body pressed me up against the wall. "Did you like the way my body was exposed for you to see and the sound of me panting in desire for you?" I didn't need to say it out loud, but we both knew anyway.

"I've been patient," He grabbed my jaw and forced my eyes onto his. "I have been so fucking patient. If you only knew what I wanted to do to you the second you woke up. But you hated me, which only fueled my desires more. You hated me, but now you're mine to have."

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He leaned towards my ear.

"What's your safeword?"

I barely registered what he was saying so it took a while before I was able to respond.

"Fuschia," It came out a lot breathier than I had intended, but Riven nodded approvingly nonetheless.

"Good," He said slowly and it sent a thrill through my bones. "On your knees."

Before I could process his words, his hands pushed me down until I was in eyesight with the bulge under his pants. His hand gently guided my face towards it until I could feel his hardness under the thin fabric against my cheek. I should have hated the situation I was in, on my knees, for a man that I didn't choose myself, but that didn't prevent how dry my throat had become due to wanting.

"Look what you do to me," This time he guided my face to meet his. "I went so slow before because I wanted to continue imagining that it was you touching me, but now when I have you here, I don't think I will be able to last."

He pulled his dick out of his pants and licked my lips at the sight of it. It was large and red, pre-come already leaking from the tip of it from when he'd been touching himself earlier, but since it had been disregarded, it was now red in craving for attention.

"Come on, Liliana," He cooed gently. "Take it."

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I did not need to be told twice. In my eagerness to swallow it all, I almost choked as it hit the back of my throat, but I quickly collected myself and easily into a comfortable position and started working my mouth around it, the heaviness on my tongue grounding me slightly as I hollowed my cheeks. The sounds Riven made, it was even better than the whisperers I heard before. When allowed to, Riven was loud, taking every opportunity to moan my name or throw out a curse every time the pleasure washed over him, and if that wasn't the perfect motivator to perform well, I didn't know what was.

I licked a long strip on the bottom of his cock before just taking in the head of it, dragging my tongue back and forth over his slit and earning a long series of moans that made my core bubble up in excitement. However, Riven must have gotten tired of me teasing him and forcing out beautiful sounds from his throat because his hands moved from my shoulders to my hair and he started a pace where he fucked my mouth deep enough to give him pleasure, but not deep enough to make me gag.

"Liliana" He moaned my name and I looked up to see that his eyes were shut tight. "You don't... You don't understand how good you feel."

I hummed in response and Riven moaned again. I couldn't help but think that from this angle, he looked like a god.

"You're so pretty," I did not know how he managed to get out words between his heavy panting. "On your knees, you're so pretty. I can't wait to take you apart, I can't wait to fuck you with my fingers and then hear you moan my name." How he was able to speak like a siren while falling apart was another thing I probably would never be able to understand, but I moaned while his cock was still in my mouth and he moaned in response. From there on, he returned his focus to fucking my mouth thoroughly and gasping my name the close to his climax that he came. The only warning I got for his release was a quick tap on my right cheek before the salty taste of come erupted in my mouth, forcing me to swallow most of it but some still managed to escape in the corners of my mouth.

He leaned over me with his hands pressed against the wall and all I could think of was how trapped I felt on my knees under his hovering body, and how strangely safe I felt knowing that it was just him. Slowly but determined, his hand

grabbed my chin and guided me to my feet. At first look, I thought that he was going to kiss me and then call it a night, but then his expression indicated something else. My confusion must have been clear because he smiled amused all of the sudden and leaned closer to my face until it was mere inches between our lips.

"You don't think I've forgotten my promise, do you, Liliana?" His voice was low and slow.

And then, my feet were off the ground.