Page 7 of Truth Revealed

“No interruptions,” Misery agreed. He stepped back, toed his boots off, and lifted his right foot to tug the sock off. He stumbled a bit, pulling a giggle from Daria as she did nothing but stare with her head tilted to the side. Misery was so different—but the same. It would take some getting used to, but her Misery was right there. It was in his dark eyes as they stayed trained on hers as he drew closer, in his soft touch as he grabbed her hand and pulled her until she stumbled against him, away from the door. And now it was in his soft smile, something she never thought she’d see.

With the sock pinched between two fingers, he waggled it in the air before tugging the door open. He leaned around the wood and did something to the knob on the outside, and when he shut it firmly, the lock snicked before he turned back around.

“Sock on the door?” Daria surmised, hiding another smile.

“That’s like the universal sign not to come in, right?”

“It should do the job,” she assured him, then a high-pitched squeal came out of her, because Misery placed two hands on her waist and lifted her high in the air. He brought her back down and Daria followed his lead, wrapping her legs around him. Bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, she sighed and slid her fingers into his hair. The room spun around her as he pulled a one-eighty and headed toward the bed. Daria kissed his neck, the short stubble of his shadow prickling her cheek as she licked and teased him.

It was just them. Her and her dark, not-so-sad demon.

“I missed you,” Daria murmured, just getting her point across as she nipped at his earlobe.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Misery promised.

He spun them again, laying Daria down on the bed, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly.

This wasn’t going to be about her. This was about Misery.

With her plan in mind, she wet her lips and tugged off her pants, reversing their positions until Misery was the one on his back, and Daria stood over him. Moving back on the bed, Daria followed him and pressed a chaste kiss to his chest. They worked together to rid Misery of his pants, and the remaining sock, she noted with a grin.

His fingers opened and closed, as if he wanted to reach for her, but all she had to do was arch a single brow at him and he got the message. His hands flopped back down to the bed, and Daria resumed her teasing kisses. Down she went, over his chest and pausing above his stomach, her breath acting like more of a caress than the actual kisses she was leaving. His fingers flexed and he finally gave in, running a hand through her curls and tugging slightly—more of a tease than a silent command. His erection lay hard and flat against his stomach, and Daria only avoided it because of the addicting way his breath caught when she got close and then slipped away again.

“Stop teasing,” Misery pleaded, and Daria paused, staring at him dryly.

“I know you did not just say that to me,” she teased in a wry tone. A grin broke free when the blush coloring his chest rushed up his neck and painted his cheeks.

“Okay, you have a point,” he replied, then he snapped his mouth shut and drew pinched fingers over his lips as if zipping a zipper.

The fingers of his other hand slid out of her hair the lower she moved, and her eyes snapped up to his just as she released a breath over the tip of his cock. His eyes were almost black with the intensity of his need, and Daria finally put him out of his misery.

Yeah, she laughed silently at her own joke.

But then all thoughts flew from her mind as she tasted him, the salty sweetness that was everything Misery, and more. She flicked her tongue out to tease the tip before she sucked him inside. Bobbing her head just the slightest bit, she swirled her tongue around the head. The groan that rumbled from Misery made things low inside her tighten, and she took him deeper. Flicking her tongue along the underside of him, Daria seriously considered teasing him in much the same way he enjoyed teasing her. But then he moaned again, her heart stuttering at the sound, and she changed her mind. No, she wanted Misery inside her.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have any fun. So Daria wrapped a hand around the part of him she couldn’t take, and started a rhythm. She remembered men in the past who’d made this very thing seem derogatory or disrespectful. But with Misery, all she wanted to do was make sure he felt good—which she must have been doing a pretty damn swell job of, if the way his jaw made shadows from how hard he clenched his teeth was any sign. Daria loved everything about doing this for Misery. The taste on her tongue, the way his hands flittered around as if he was unsure of where to put them. It was sexy the way his thighs tensed and relaxed with each draw. Then his abs would follow suit when she sucked him right back down.

The next time his hand found its way into her hair, she eased off his cock and kissed her way down to his balls. She teased him there, too, first one, and then the other, until his hand tightened and he pulled her back up.

Since she couldn’t exactly grin at his desperation, she just sucked him deeper until she couldn’t take it anymore. Tightening her thighs, she felt the wetness between them, and decided that playtime was over.

Releasing his cock with a soft pop and one last lick, she sat up and straddled his waist.

Misery finally moved his hands freely, gripping her hips and rocking up into her as if he couldn’t contain himself. Daria tilted her head back at the heat of him between her thighs and rolled her hips into him too.

As much as she loved being there for Misery, helping him rein in his curse, she loved this too. Nothing between them but the emotions in her heart and the heat in his gaze. The gaze he turned on her heated her up from the inside out.

“I really, really missed you,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. He met her halfway, tugging her toward him and up from his hips.

With two palms on his chest, she followed his lead and swallowed as the head of his cock nudged against her entrance.

“I really fucking missed you too. I’m sorry I left,” he admitted. Daria’s heart swelled with all the love she felt for her demon, and he rocked his hips against hers, sliding himself home.

A curse tumbled out a split second after his heartfelt apology, but she only echoed the sentiment as she clenched around him.

All other thoughts and words fled from her mind as she rocked against him, and then away. His fingers tightened around her hips, his hold pulling her down onto him at the same time he thrust up, slamming into her deeper and harder. With a cry, she covered one of his hands with her own, and relished the bruises he would hopefully leave. The thought of Misery leaving any kind of mark on her made her swallow hard, her hips bucking against his wildly as they both chased a release, finally, with no interrup—

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing to a stop just outside their door, and a moment of panic went through Daria as her pace faltered. Who was out there? Were they going to come in while she and Misery were in flagrante delicto?