BURN THE TRUTH

Episode Twenty-seven

Sleeping peacefully in the bed, Velda was cradling a pillow to her chest. The sun was beaming through the blinds causing the woman to stir, narrowly uncovering her naked back. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Velda; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face.

She turned in the direction of the entrance when she faintly heard a person walk in. Devyn it was. His hair seemed a bit damp, shirtless, he held up a small fruit platter.

Velda's eyes raked over his tanned abs and she shamelessly ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them. She looked away when her eyes rose and met Devyn's. She had never openly ogled a man blatantly before but she couldn't be blamed especially when the man in question is Devyn. Bruce.

Her eyes returned only to be met with a crooked smile and she suddenly felt a very familiar throb between her legs. Velda find it hard to believe that she had this very man deep inside her. The thought of the night caused her to unexpectedly gasp slightly.

"Morning, detective" His smirk was obvious as he came closer to the bed.

"Morning" Velda responded to him shakily as his morning voice caused a shiver to erupt.

"Sleep well?" Devyn asked.

"Hmm. To well. The sheets are the most comfortable thing I've laid on"

Devyn placed the platter on the bedside table and posed close to her until she could feel his breath on her face, his piercing eyes holding hers in a stare. "You look much apparent this morning, sweetheart"

"And so are you" She returned. A corner of his eyes slightly raised and then he smirked.

"That's one hell of a deduction there, detective" His eyes scanned her face before he gently tugged behind her ear the hair falling over her face. His smirk faded, replaced by something more intent as his fingers stilled on her back. "You're the first person to strike my mind every morning. I'm pleased I got to see you first this morning, sleeping soundly on my very own mattress"

"Since when did you learn to make such a speech?"

"I just needed the right reason to learn," Devyn said, kissing her cheek. Her body went taut and molten in all the right places as his mouth moved lower, pressing a gentle, biting kiss to her jaw, her ear, and her neck. Velda dug her fingers into his back, baring her throat as his canines scratched lightly. "You make life..." Devyn breathed onto her skin "... so worth living" and flicked his tongue over the spot where his canines had scratched. "I do walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you"

Velda arched her back a bit more, a small, needy noise coming out of her. Once again, Velda could feel the spark that two souls could elicit, she could feel the surge, the longing, the desire for each other. Once again she yearned for a man in her life, not just any man. She yearns for this— very man, Bruce Stanford. This— him... Would it ever stop– the wanting? The need to not only be with him but to have him so deep in her, to feel their souls twining.

Devyn peeled his lips away from her skin, eyes watching her tenderly. His thumb moved gently, caressing her cheek. "I waited to bathe with you," Devyn told her longingly and Velda instantly felt her entrance twitch, demanding. He took her hand, her fingers were cold—shaking slightly. Velda studied their joined hands, he squeezed her fingers gently. When she lifted her head, her eyes were blazing bright.

"You look like you showered" Velda singled out, her eyes directed to his damp hair.

"I needed to cool off my head," He told her and then looked over her shoulder "I left the robe for you" Velda turned slightly to glimpse the robe that was placed on the other side of the bed. "And again, I already sent a message to one of your detectives, so no need to bother about work today..." Devyn's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pants pocket.

"Guess your dress is right on time" Devyn whispered to her before he answered the call "Have some fruits, I'll be back"

Velda watched as he leave the room before her eyes decided to take in the room she was in, which could only be said to possess an old-money classic interior, it was a decor she never glimpsed before, not even in the magazines.

She had only wrapped herself in the robe when Devyn returned to the room with two shopping bags. His grey eyes immediately travelled the whole of her at a speed.

Eventually, Devyn ushered her to his immense washroom space which was opposite the direction of his walk-in closet. He swiftly drew off his pants and she was surprised to see that he wasn't wearing anything beneath. Her throat tightened and she tried not to look at him.

"I know you want to look. Don't push it"

Velda opened her mouth to protest and he sealed his lips over hers, shutting her up with a lush wet kiss. His tongue made a slow savouring licking that made her long to feel him again between her legs. Velda's hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging. When Devyn wrapped his hands around her, she arched, curving into his arms.

The robe gave way to his dexterous fingers, then he was cupping her breasts, kneading them with a soft, rhythmic squeeze. "Bruce" She gasped into his mouth.

"Shh," Devyn sucked on her lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging her succulent n*****s. "It was driving me crazing knowing you were naked beneath my blanket this morning. I was ready to pound hard into you, only for you to wake up all wrecked by me. So I left the room not to devour you while you were still asleep"

Her body trembled at his words "You are— Oh! Oh, fuck..." She choked out as his mouth suddenly surrounded the tip of her breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to her skin.

One of his hands pushed down between her leg, and they extended shamelessly, granting him easy access to her. Velda was so aroused, she was flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump her breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

Devyn breathed out a slight satisfactory chuckle "You're wet for me" He murmured.

"Bruce" She let out a moan when he lightly pressed his finger onto her entrance.

"My name" he growled. He lunges at her, pushing her against the wall. Before she knew it, he took both of her hands in one of his in a viselike grip above her head, pinning her to the wall using his hips. His other hand grabbed her hair and yanked it down, bringing her face up and his lips took possession of her mouth. It's only not just painful, though he was rougher than the night before. Velda moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening and he takes full advantage. His tongue expertly explored her mouth.

Devyn brings his hand up and grabbed her chin, holding her in place while his erection pressed against her belly. "God. You. Are. Killing. Me," He murmured. Each word was a staccato. And then he let her hand go, yanking off the robe.

"Please," Velda, breathed, nails digging into his upper back in emphasis. Devyn's low groan was his only answer as he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her back again met the wall harder, and the sensation of the cold wall against her back compared to the heat and hardness of him pushing into her front.

Velda panted through her gritted teeth as he began to drag his tongue over that spot on her neck.

"Please, Bruce" She moved, her hips undulating, begging him to go, she wanted to feel him so badly that she was on the brink of breaking down in tears. And so Devyn did, sliding a finger into her, flickering that one spot, and oh, gods, she was going to explode.

"Velda" He growled her name.

"Please," she moaned "Please, now"

The word was his undoing. His finger made the last brush on her sensitive spot before it was withdrawn from her and she let out a sound that might have been a whimper, might have been his name. His one arm held her in place, while the other guided himself into her. At the first nudge from him, she cried out of pleasure. Devyn finally seated deep in her, he leaned in, claiming her mouth as he thrust into her.

Velda dragged her hands down his powerful, muscled back, and as his thrusts turned deeper, she dug in her finger, dragging her nails across his back, claiming him. His hips slammed home into her and she arched, baring her throat to him. For me— him alone.

Velda had to bite his shoulder to muffle her moans as he brought her over the edge, her fingers flexed and rippled with each thrust that drove her towards that shimmering edge again. More. She wanted more— wanted everything. She might have whispered it, might have pleaded for it. Because Devyn gave it to her. To them both. His lips were barely a hairsbreadth above hers, hovering after the brutal kiss he'd given her to contain his roar as release found him.

Velda trembled with whatever he had done to her, her body. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his own fingers shaking. Their breathing began to fall and then she realized how silent the world was, and how loud they might have been.

He was still in her. Her eyes flickered to his mouth and then returned to his awaiting eyes. "Has this taken off the edge?" Her voice came out low and breathy.

Devyn traced her lower lip with his thumb and she sucked it into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. "No. Not even close"