Page 184 of Tell Me Something True

The way having him there, towering over her, his dick in her mouth, his hands on her head, had her orgasm ripping through her. Tearing her apart, piece by piece. Bit by bit.

But unlike that night at his house all those weeks ago, this time she knew he wouldn’t walk away.

This time she trusted him to help her put those parts of herself back together.

Finally, finally, those waves subsided, leaving her weak. Spent. Boneless.

And desperately wanting a fresh breath of air.

But Miles took his time sliding his dick free, holding her head still to make sure she couldn’t rush the process by rearing back. Watching her through narrowed eyes, his jaw tight, he withdrew half an inch, then another before stopping while she inhaled deeply through her nose.

He kept going in that slow, dragging motion until his cock slid free, a thin line of her saliva stretching between the tip of his glistening dick and her lips. He wiped it away with his thumb, his own ragged breathing matching hers as he clenched his hands at his sides.

But when he spoke, his tone was as controlled as always. “That wasn’t a small one.”

“No,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He nodded once. Set his fists on his hips, lips pursed as he studied her, his expression revealing nothing except the slightest disappointment. Like she and her glorious orgasm had let him down.

But while he should look like a teacher lightly scolding a student, he didn’t. He conveyed nothing less than pure, raw, animalistic power standing there completely naked, his dick out and hard enough to drive nails. A predator.

One on his way to becoming a conqueror.

“Do you have anything left to give me?”

If anyone else had asked her that, she would have told him absolutely not. That she was well and truly satisfied and so completely spent, all she had the energy left for was to melt into a puddle on this spot on her bedroom floor.

But it wasn’t anyone else who’d asked. It was Miles. Miles with his broad shoulders and stacked abs. Miles with his deep voice and dark, watchful gaze.

Miles, the boy who’d once loved her.

Miles, the man she wanted to love her once again.

That thought, that undeniable truth, hit her in the chest. Swelled there, hot and pulsing and insistent, pushing and expanding until it filled every part of her being. It infused her very being. Stole her breath.

And her voice.

Which was a good thing. Because she was afraid if she spoke, the truth would come out.

That she’d gladly give him whatever he wanted. That everything she had was for him.

Including her heart.

But as much as she hated it, her doubts were still there, firmly enmeshed in the back of her mind, whispering all the ways she wasn’t worthy.

Reminding her of all her mistakes.

And all of his.

Only minutes ago she’d challenged him to tell her something true. To help her break their old patterns and make new ones. She’d called him out on the ways he pretended to be okay with his family. The part he played.

She’d asked him to trust her.

But in the end, she wasn’t brave enough to give him that truth back.

So she kept quiet. Kept this truth to herself.

Expression hard, he crossed his arms across his chest, and she went still.

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