ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 44: I love you

Valerie’s eyes flew open, pupils blown wide in disbelief and the raw aftershock of pleasure. Her lips trembled, still slick from Demian’s feral kisses, her body wrapped around his lap, quaking and vulnerable, utterly bared to him.

The air was thick with sex sweat, breath, echoing moans still trembling in the sterile office air. She could barely catch her breath, chest heaving, as she managed, voice fractured and jagged,

"What did you just say?"

Demian’s gaze, wild and burning, pinned her in place. There was no mercy in those eyes, only a possessive, primal ferocity, and beneath it, something deeper, darker. His jaw clenched as if waging war with himself. He let the words slip out, unafraid now, his voice hoarse from shouting her name moments before.

"I love you," he growled, the admission rough and desperate, as if the truth had been festering inside him, eating him alive.

Valerie froze, trembling on his lap, the confession slamming into her like a tidal wave shock and desire colliding and combusting in her belly.

"Demian... do you even realize what you’re saying?" she whispered, still gasping, still so full of him she could hardly discern where her body ended and his began.

He seized her chin, fingers biting into her jaw, forcing her to meet the storm in his eyes. His breath battered against her face, trembling but unyielding.

"Yes," he rumbled, voice like gravel and thunder, a command that brooked no denial.

"I love you. I fucking love you, Valerie. I need you like oxygen. I want to ruin you for anyone else mark you, keep you, destroy every part of you that isn’t mine and then put you back together with my hands and my mouth. You hear me?"

He pressed his forehead to hers, sweat mingling as their hearts pounded out a frantic, shared rhythm.

Demian’s grip at her waist tightened, as if afraid she might vanish his thumb tracing hard circles into her fevered skin. His mouth crashed against hers again, the kiss bruising and brutal, a desperate claim and a plea all at once.

"Don’t you dare ever think of leaving me again, Valerie," he snarled against her lips. "I can’t breathe without you. You’re mine. Say it."

Valerie could only whimper back, nails clawing his shoulders, her body arching into his demand. The world around them disintegrated there was no office, no rules, nothing left but the wild animal urgency of their bodies and the dangerous, tender confession burning between them an admission that threatened to devour everything they were, leaving them exposed and trembling in the dark, together.

Valerie froze, the world grinding to a halt as she stared at Demian’s face so close, so raw, every nerve in her body smoldering with dread and wild hope. Her heart hammered violently, breath caught sharp in her throat.

She searched his eyes, desperate to find a smirk or glimmer of mockery around his lips, some sign that all this was nothing but an absurd joke in the blaze of their lust. But there was nothing nothing but burning seriousness, a feverish need, and something far more terrifying than simple desire.

"Demian, you... you’re just joking, aren’t you?" Valerie’s voice trembled, barely a whisper, nearly drowned by the pounding in her own ears. Tears welled in her eyes, her body torn between disbelief and surrender, melting deeper under Demian’s touch.

Demian shook his head slowly.

"No, Valerie." The words rumbled deep and low, thunder cracking through Valerie’s bones. He didn’t pull away, didn’t allow her an inch to escape. His gaze seared straight through, stripping away every fragile wall she’d ever built.

Moments stretched, suspended between them. Valerie’s breath hitched she didn’t even notice when Demian’s hand slid between her thighs, guiding her down onto the sofa, now stained with their sweat and the traces of their passion.

Before she could protest, Demian parted her legs again, pressing close. He dipped his head, voice grating against her ear so close his lips nearly brushed her skin.

"I’m not joking. I really love you."

Then Demian slid inside her again, this time slow, excruciatingly gentle, every inch a confession, every thrust a promise.

Pain and pleasure mingled, a deep ache blooming into something so much more than mere lust. He moved with aching tenderness, filling every hollow within her with his heat.

Demian kissed her, no longer with wild hunger but with aching softness pressing his mouth to her cheek, her neck, then finally her lips. Each touch was longing and possession, as if he hoped to fuse his soul into Valerie’s trembling chest.

Their fingers tangled above her head while his hips moved in a seductively slow rhythm, driving her mad with the weight of his devotion.

"I love you..." His words came out rough, broken between ragged breaths. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I don’t ever want to let you go... I want to stay inside you like this, Valerie... I love you..."

Tears spilled freely down Valerie’s face, hot salt slicking her cheeks and lips as her body surrendered to every gentle, claiming stroke.

Demian bent to lick her tears, tongue hot and greedy. Their mouths melted together again soft, lingering kisses swallowing Valerie’s sobs and surrender.

"I don’t believe you...," she whimpered through gasping moans, body shuddering beneath his insistent hands. "Why me?"

Demian’s breath caught heavy in the sticky air—his own voice cracked open by desire and desperate need.

"That’s for you to decide. I’ve said what I needed to say. But Valerie you’re mine. Forever."

His movements slowed, every thrust driving deeper, an unspoken vow etched into her flesh. Valerie keened, arching up to meet him fingers winding into his hair, dragging him closer as if she could draw protection and destruction from his arms at once.

Demian pinned her to him, eyes burning with feverish intensity as he watched the tears glisten on her lashes.

"Don’t ever think of leaving me again, Valerie," he growled into her ear, voice lashing at her skin. His grip tightened on her hips, branding her, locking her body to his as if he could keep her there forever. He panted against her throat, kisses turning from sweet to feral bites that marked her with angry red proof of his claim.

"I just want you to know, I love you."