Page 28 of Truth Revealed

He kissed her so deeply, so sweetly, it could’ve brought tears to her eyes. Instead, she rolled her hips into his and groaned, her voice filling the space between them when their lips parted.

Truth took the sign for what it was, nudging his hips against hers gently at first. The withdrawal was so slow and careful she felt each and every inch of him as he pulled away. Then he was pressing back in, just as slow and deep and perfect. Her nails dug into his shoulders, communicating her need when she didn’t have words to say. On the next retreat and slow, perfectly agonizing return, every inch and vein were apparent as he moved within her. Fingers framing her hips, he dug his thumbs into her hipbones as he gripped her tightly and held her still for his slow thrusts. They were as close as two people could get, and yet Daria dug her nails into his shoulders, needing more.

“I get,” she rasped out, as he sawed into her with another unhurried thrust, “that you want to savor it. But if you don’t… fucking… move…”

“The best things take time,” he argued, not so innocently. Mischief lit up his eyes around the same time his lips twitched, and Daria flexed her legs around him, trying to tug him closer, faster.

“Take your time later,” she pleaded with a moan that was more of a whine.

Truth paused completely on the next thrust, his hips flush against the back of her thighs. He framed the tops of her thighs with his arms, his hands holding her to him as he leaned down. His breath was warm against her lips where he paused just a hairsbreadth away from kissing her.

“I guess you’re right. We do have all night to… play.”

“Yeah,” she responded breathlessly at the promise embedded in his words. “All night. Torture me later, make me come now.”

“On one condition,” he breathed.

Daria arched a brow and resisted the urge to bump her hips into his. She was so over this conversation she’d promise him just about anything if he would just move.

“Can we fuck in the bathtub next?”

Despite the arousal thrumming through her body and the need pitched low in her belly, she giggled at his question. Drifting her hold from his shoulders to grip the back of his neck, she brought his lips to hers. Affection swelled so full in her heart, she wanted to squeeze him to her and never let go.

God, I just want to—

Love him, she realized.

Her eyes popped wide open at the epiphany, and her lips parted to…

Well, she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say, because Truth took her giggle for an answer and jerked his hips back, pausing with just the head inside of her. His blue gaze bored into hers, and she was swept away by the ocean in his eyes at the same time she was drowned in a wave of ecstasy as he plunged into her, faster and harder than he had before.

His hips crashed into hers over and over again, quelling her need with each entry and heightening it again with each withdraw. Unintelligible sounds poured from her lips as she hung on to his shoulders, his neck, and his forearms for dear life. Her heart raced out of control and her hips bucked against his. But amongst the chaos of their coupling, she kept her gaze on his.

Every time he pumped into her, his cock sliding deep and joining them as close as possible, her eyes opened a little wider to everything Truth wanted to show her.

Affection. Caring. Trust. Honesty.

It was in the way he pulled her closer—his touch might have been firm, but the light in his eyes was oh so soft as he gazed down at her. In that moment, he was completely open, completely and totally bare—and Daria loved everything she saw.

“Oh God, Daria,” Truth groaned, as he leaned down to take her lips again.

Daria met him halfway, their lips brushing sloppily against one another as their hips rolled and bucked together. Tingles of pleasure danced underneath her skin, over every nerve ending, centering at her core. Truth swiveled his hips and Daria pulled her lips away from his to moan, and then they stayed there—together. Inches apart as they shared their breath the same way they shared their bodies.

“I’m close,” she hissed.

“Get closer,” Truth growled, sliding one hand from his tight grip on her hips to slide between their bodies. Daria’s whole body jerked when he thumbed her clit, the extra stimulation sending shards of bliss cascading across her senses.

“Closer,” she announced on a breath. Her hips pumped into his touch as he started a rhythm in time with his thrusts.

The edge tumbled closer, rushing up like a building tsunami, a wave in the ocean that rose and rose, climbing higher and higher. Truth pressed his thumb into her bundle of nerves at the same time he thrust deep, and that wave crashed over her to rain down a storm of pleasure. He swallowed her shout as he took her lips, her entire body stiffening as her orgasm crashed into her, the same way he crashed into her. She clenched down on him, and every thrust after only heightened her climax.

“Fuck, Daria,” he hissed, his rhythm staggering, his hips bucking into hers and his jaw clenching. “You feel so fucking good.”

Daria barely registered his words, as high as she was, and Truth only took her higher when he exploded inside her. It was her turn to swallow his groan as she peppered kisses over his lips and nipped at his full bottom lip. The rush of his orgasm inside her was like another thrust and she hummed lazily, her orgasm receding.

She finally floated back to shore, heart sprinting but starting to slow, a content smile curling her lips, and half-lidded eyes gazing up at the demon responsible for it all.

“That was some dessert,” she teased, her voice more of a croak than anything.