Daniel thought to himself how this absolute bombshell had just exploded a massive bomb of raw desire inside his body. One moment she was a confident, elegant woman trying to manipulate him, the next she was melting like a needy slut in his arms. Outwardly, however, his expression shifted from lust-driven hunger to genuine worry in a millisecond.
He crouched down in front of her, shirtless, his muscular upper body fully exposed — broad shoulders, defined chest, and sculpted abs on full display. Gently, he reached for her hand, which she was using to clutch her body tightly, trying to protect herself from the unseen molester. She was shivering violently, trembling like a frightened little kitten, and refused to let go of her protective hold.
Daniel sighed softly. He grabbed both of her soft cheeks firmly but gently, startling her. His warm voice and gentle tone immediately calmed her resistance.
"Shirley, look me in the eye."
Her trembling eyes stayed fixed on the marble floor, as if searching for safety there — safety she would never truly find in front of him. Daniel lifted both hands and gently cupped her flushed cheeks, feeling how she trembled under his touch like a scared little girl.
It wasn’t her fault. This was probably the first time in her life she had experienced something invisible assaulting her bombshell body in broad daylight, with no one to call for help. Anyone she told would just laugh at her.
Hiding his dark, possessive thoughts behind a warm, caring smile and eyes full of concern, he whispered softly, "I don’t know what is happening to you... But I certainly know that whatever it is, I won’t leave you alone. I’ll help you with the best of my ability."
His words touched something deep inside her sensitive heart. Gradually, she started to calm down. Feeling his strong hands on her cheeks and his large, protective shadow enveloping her curvy body, she slowly, but still tremblingly, looked up.
Her watery eyes met his gentle, warm gaze. It reminded her of the good old days — when this man would not eat or rest until she had been fully taken care of. How he had fought for her roles, even attending hidden auditions just to get her foot in the door. How he had emptied his own pockets for her training, speech coaches, dieticians, and beauticians. All of it had helped her reach the very top.
She could confidently say that if it weren’t for this man, her life would have been completely different. Her dreams would never have come true.
"You don’t have to worry about anything,"
Daniel continued softly after a moment of silence. "You know how I am. I couldn’t see you getting hurt. Hah! I’m still like this even now! Haha! Looks like I never changed, even in my old days!"
He smiled gently, his eyes curving with genuine warmth.
Shirley was completely lost in that smile. Her heart beat rapidly — not with fear this time, but with something else. Something primal. Something hungry.
Yes... If it’s this man, he wouldn’t judge me. He would believe me and support me.
If it’s this man, then... then...
Her eyes brightened within seconds. She started leaning against his naked chest. An addictive, masculine scent hit her nose, numbing her senses for a moment. Her mind felt lifted, floating. But then she remembered how she had betrayed him — how she had made him beg, only to give him the middle finger in return. Her heart bled at that memory. In her mind, the warm expression of young Daniel turned into a broken man crying his heart out while begging her not to do this to him. Her heart cried blood as fresh tears flooded her eyes.
"Does he not hate me for that incident? I destroyed him... Why is he still so gentle? Hasn’t he learned his lesson?" Her thoughts spiraled into self-doubt and self-hatred.
But then she heard Daniel’s voice against her ear. His lips gently grazed her sensitive earlobe as he whispered, "I always took care of you. I know I may still be a stranger to you, but believe me when I say this — I always saw you as my daughter."
Her eyes widened, tears filling them to the brim as her breath hitched.
Daniel continued softly, "And for this moment, consider me your Father. Your Daddy. And I promise I’ll protect and safeguard you like always — like how a father dies for his daughter."
His [Touch of Lust] was working overtime, making her body hot and thirsty. Her desire only grew wilder. With his warm words and soothing voice, she melted completely into his strong, naked chest. Her soft, heavy breasts rubbed against his firm muscles as she started crying wildly, sobbing her heart out, her tears soaking his skin.
Daniel calmly stroked her back like a father who truly cared for his daughter. He teased her gently, telling her to let all the grievances flow out of her body.
Time passed. Her crying slowly stopped. She looked up, gazing into his warm, daddy-like eyes. Her cheeks flushed a dark red, her eyes cloudy from tears and lust. Daniel noticed how her luscious lips trembled with need.
Her eyes turned hypnotic, as if she had cast a self-hypnosis upon herself. Her trembling lips leaned forward, desperate for some warm touch and care. Her hazy, lust-filled eyes sensually lowered from his eyes to his lips, gazing at his pink, inviting mouth with primal hunger.
"Hngg~!"
A low, throaty moan escaped her lips. [Touch of Lust] had worked wonderfully, Daniel thought with dark satisfaction.
His eyes feasted on her plump, luscious lips. He noticed how the upper lip trembled more than the lower one, how her small pink tongue darted out, sweeping across them and leaving them glistening and wet. His throat turned dry with sudden, intense need.
His cock throbbed painfully in his pants as he watched her face — completely lost in lust.
He leaned in slowly, stopping just an inch away from her lips. He breathed out, his warm breath grazing her sensitive mouth, giving her a sensation of love and lust at the same time. Her heart raced wildly. Then their lips finally touched.
A powerful current of raw lust ran down both their spines.
The kiss was soft at first — just lips pressing gently against lips. They stayed in that intimate position for a long moment, neither moving nor darting their tongues out, simply savoring the warmth and softness of each other. The tension built slowly, deliciously, as their eyes remained locked on one another.
They didn’t close their eyes. They simply appreciated and measured the burning lust for each other in their gazes. Shirley’s eyes were hazy with need, her pupils dilated.
Daniel’s eyes were dark and possessive, drinking in every flicker of desire on her face.
The kiss remained soft and sensual, lips brushing and pressing, sharing warmth and breath. The longer it lasted, the more intense the heat between them grew. Shirley’s body trembled against his, her heavy breasts pressing firmly into his bare chest. Daniel could feel her hard nipples through her blouse, rubbing against his skin with every shaky breath she took.
A low, needy sound vibrated from her throat as the kiss deepened ever so slightly — still no tongue, just the intoxicating pressure of lips and the shared heat of their bodies.
Daniel’s cock throbbed harder, aching to claim her right there in the booth. But he held back, savoring the slow, erotic buildup.
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