Page 42 of Truth Revealed

He hissed at her heat, her arousal, the way she sucked him obscenely inside, as if her body demanded it as much as she wanted it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dipping down to lick the seam of her lips. She met him halfway, her tongue darting out to tease his. He followed, their tongues sliding together and apart before coming back to one another. Mimicking their kiss, his hips surged back and forth, sliding himself deeper with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, they both sighed, sharing the same breath, and he paused for a moment, savoring the tight grip of her surrounding him.

“You feel so good like this,” she purred.

“It’s the angle,” he explained stupidly. As if she didn’t know.

That’s what Daria did to him—made him stupid.

She laughed softly at his explanation, which made her tighten around him. His hips bucked reflexively, which pulled another gasp from her, and then the cycle began. Gripping her thigh tightly, he gently nudged his hips back and forth, their lips returning to one another as if magnetic.

It wasn’t rushed—it wasn’t angry. It wasn’t fueled by unquenchable lust, racing to the edge just to get there. Instead, Betrayal took his time, carefully withdrawing his cock and bumping his hips forward to slide back inside. He savored every sensation, every breath, kiss, and gasp.

He didn’t know when, but he’d released the tight hold on her hair, yet she kept her face turned up to his anyway—like she was a sunflower facing the sun.

The bliss of an orgasm crept up on him before he even realized, lightning tingling down his spine. With each slow roll of his hips into hers, his balls tightened, and Daria’s breath caught. He captured her right hand, the one twisting the bed sheets, and replaced it on her thigh, silently instructing her to leave it there. Then, looping his arm over her hip and thigh, he centered his attention on her clit while he continued the slow, almost tortuous rhythm of his hips into hers.

He spread her arousal around, making his path slick and smooth as he stroked between her legs, adding just enough pressure to make her hips jerk into his touch. In seconds, she was rocking into his fingers, and then back onto his cock.

“Oh God, I’m…” She trailed off into a soft, sweet gasp, and clenched around him.

Betrayal groaned as the rhythm they’d both started fell to pieces, and only seconds later, they followed.

His orgasm rushed into him from the tip of his spine all the way to his balls, and he exploded inside her as she began to clasp and release around him. He slammed his lips down onto hers, swallowing every gasp and soft cry that escaped until they were both floating in a fog of bliss.

“Fuck,” he groaned, low and deep as he rocked into her just a few more times.

“Yeah,” she rasped out against his lips. “Tell me about it.”

“Gladly,” he teased, nipping at her bottom lip.

Carefully, he detached his hips from hers, the cool air rushing in to fill the gap between their bodies, which were damp with sweat. He rolled Daria over until she was on her back and leaned down one last time to kiss her softly.

“Good morning,” he finally greeted.

She chuckled, the sound low and sweet and pure.

“That’s how you wake a girl up properly,” she said with a sigh.

“Oh yeah? Am I gonna have to show Misery and Truth some pointers?”

Her cheeks flushed then, and he couldn’t help but tease her some more. “I mean, I could even have classes—a live demonstration?” he suggested with a filthy grin.

“Stop,” she replied on a laugh, and lightly smacked his shoulder. Though her eyes dilated at the thought, the black eating up a bit more of the blue than a moment before.

“Mm-hmm… I’ll shelve that… for now.”

Daria didn’t argue.

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TRUTH

Early, while everyone else was still asleep, Truth stealthily left the house the next morning, folder and notebook in hand. A crank of the car’s engine, a crunch of tires over gravel, and only the tiniest trace of regret later, Truth was on his way into town.

Moments later, he parked outside a familiar business, which hustled and bustled with the early morning workers grabbing their fix before they headed off to their nine-to-fives. Through the big windows on the front of the building, Truth spied a familiar face.