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"What Mark did... It's unimaginable," I manage to say.
Truth nods. "Yes, he was a monster in his own right, Little Darling. The things he did were beyond comprehension. But we have now ensured that he can never hurt anyone else."
As I continue to let the water wash over me, I can't help but wonder how deep this corruption goes. The revelation of Mark's involvement with the dark forces he was supposed to fight against has shattered my trust in people I once considered allies.
"Is there no one I can trust?" I ask, my voice laced with despair.
Truth steps closer to me, his intense gaze locking with mine. "You can trust us, Little Darling," he says firmly. "We may be dark, and we may be dangerous, but we're on your side. We'll protect you, no matter what."
With the water finally washing away the last traces of blood, I step out of the shower.
Truth is waiting for me with a soft, fluffy towel in hand. However, instead of handing it to me, he takes a step closer, his black eyes locked onto mine. There's an intensity in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of desire and concern. He gently takes the towel and starts to dry me off, his touch deliberate and meticulous.
The sensation of the towel against my skin is both soothing and arousing. I can feel my body responding to his touch, my heart rate quickening, and a flush of warmth spreading through me. It's as if the adrenaline from the night's events has awakened a primal response within me, one that I can't fully comprehend.
Truth's hands move with care, trailing over every curve of my body. I can't help but moan softly as his touch lingers in certain places, teasing and igniting a fire within me.
Truth's gaze never wavers, and it's as if he can see every emotion playing out across my face. He seems to understand the impact of his actions, yet he continues to dry me with careful attention to detail. His fingers trail along my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moans that threaten to escape my lips. The intimacy of the moment is both unexpected and undeniable.
He moves the towel lower, focusing on my thighs, and I can feel the tension building within me. It's like a magnetic pull, drawing me closer to him, craving his touch in a way I've never experienced before.
"Truth..." I breathe out his name, my voice a mix of need and uncertainty.
Truth's gaze remains locked with mine, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and a need to comfort me. "Shh, Little Darling," he whispers, his voice soothing. "Let go of everything for now. Just focus on this moment."
As he continues to dry me with gentle precision, my mind begins to drift away from the darkness of the night, replaced by the warmth of his touch. The soreness in my muscles starts to fade into the background, replaced by a growing arousal that I can't ignore.
Truth's fingertips brush against my skin, tracing delicate patterns that send pleasure through me. I find myself surrendering to it, the turmoil inside me momentarily forgotten. It's a strange contradiction - finding solace in the arms of someone who is as dark and dangerous as he is. Someone who is normally so rough and savage.
His hands move up my body, caressing my curves with an almost reverent touch. Every stroke, every brush of his fingers, ignites a fire within me, and I feel myself growing wet with desire.
I reach out, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter for support as my legs start to feel weak under the onslaught of sensations. Truth's gaze never falters, his focus solely on me, as if he can see through my soul.
"You're beautiful," he whispers.
A blush rises to my cheeks, but I don't look away. There's something about the way he sees me, as if he sees the parts of me that I try to hide.
His touch becomes more intimate, more sensual, and I find myself leaning into him, seeking more of his caress. The towel slips from his hands, forgotten on the bathroom floor, as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.
I let out a soft gasp as he lifts me effortlessly into his arms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me with ease, his strength and grace evident in every movement. I feel a sense of vulnerability being in his arms like this, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through me. His touch has awakened a primal need within me, and I can't resist the magnetic pull between us.
As Truth walks us towards the bedroom, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation and arousal grow with every step, and I find myself yearning for more of him. My body responds to his proximity, and I know he can feel how wet and ready I am for him.
Once inside the dimly lit bedroom, Truth gently lays me down on the bed, his dark eyes never leaving mine. I can see the desire and hunger in his gaze, mirrored by my own. There's a raw intensity between us, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Little Darling," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I want to make you feel good, to take your mind off what happened."
His hands roam over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere they touch. The gentleness he displayed earlier is now mixed with possessiveness, and I find it intoxicating. His fingers find their way to my breasts, teasing and squeezing, sending waves of arousal through me.
I moan, my body arching into his touch, craving more. "Truth," I gasp, my voice trembling with need.
His fingers trail down my body, teasingly skimming over my sensitive skin. The anticipation builds, and I bite my lip. He slips two fingers inside my pussy, and I gasp, the pleasure surging through me. His touch is both firm and gentle, and he takes his time, pushing me to the edge and pulling back, teasing me with each stroke.
He lifts his head, his gaze locking with mine. "Tell me what you want, Little Darling," he says, his voice a dark whisper.
