ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 45: Seven times until morning

After Demian’s fiery confession of love, the night belonged entirely to Valerie and Demian. They made love seven times in a row in Demian’s office relentless, unstoppable, like two starving creatures tasting hunger for the first time.

Each time their bodies joined, Valerie screamed and pleaded, while Demian answered with fierce, obsessive thrusts full of passion and need. The scent of sex mingled with sweat, tears, and their mingled fluids, saturating the air until every corner of the room was hot and sticky, as if the office itself had become an altar to their wildest, darkest desires.

The desk trembled beneath them as they fucked over and over, chairs knocked aside, papers scattered, even the curtains bearing the marks of their feverish hands and mouths.

Every moan from Valerie became a spell, driving Demian wilder; he clutched her with merciless hands, claiming her again and again. They licked, sucked, and bit each other, leaving red marks and bites as raw proof of their mutual ownership.

When dawn finally crept through the blinds, Valerie woke in Demian’s arms on the sweat-soaked office sofa, utterly spent but wearing the subtle smile of a woman thoroughly claimed her soul and body devoured by the man’s violent love. Demian still held her tightly, his face buried against her chest.

His lips closed around her nipple, nursing softly, his suckling gentle yet ceaseless, like a child addicted to his mother’s warmth.

Valerie stroked Demian’s hair, eyelids half-shut, letting herself drift in that tranquil aftermath.

"You’re like a little boy nursing," she teased in a husky voice tinged with soft laughter.

Demian only growled softly in response, utterly unfazed by her playful mockery. Instead, he sucked her nipple even harder, until Valerie’s body trembled and a sigh spilled from her lips.

His breath grew heavy and rough against her skin. Without a word, he pulled himself up from her embrace, eyes still burning with hunger. His hands spread Valerie’s thighs wide still slick and sticky from their long night and without hesitation, he ducked down between them.

His mouth descended with desperate greed, tongue flicking and lapping at her most sensitive flesh, already swollen and drenched.

Valerie arched, head thrown back, her fingers tangling in Demian’s hair as cries burst helplessly from her throat shameless, wild, utterly surrendered to the pleasure that once again surged through her exhausted body.

Valerie’s moans echoed through the office that had borne witness to their brutal confessions and savage devotion.

The scent of sex hung thick in the air once more as Demian proved for the umpteenth time that his claim on Valerie wasn’t just words it was a total, overwhelming conquest, both tender and ruthless, that neither of them would ever want to end.

Demian gazed deep into Valerie’s eyes as he pressed inside her, burying himself so completely she could barely breathe. Amid his ragged breaths, he asked bluntly,

"Valerie, do you love me?"

"Yes," Valerie whispered, her voice trembling but certain, her body arching to meet his every wild, desperate thrust.

A sly, triumphant smile curled on Demian’s lips. Leaning closer until his lips brushed her ear, he murmured softly,

"Don’t you ever say you’ll run away from me again, do you understand, sweetheart?"

Valerie nodded, curling up beneath him, her answer a breathy surrender. "I won’t run away, darling."

Demian’s grin widened, as if the whole world now belonged to just the two of them. Their mouths crashed together again in a fevered, wet kiss tongues dueling, demanding more. Valerie wrapped her arms around Demian’s back, pulling him tighter against her, their bodies slick and sticky from the lingering heat of their endless night.

"Deeper... please, baby...," Valerie whimpered, her voice trembling with pleading need.

Demian grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief, and without another word, drove himself even harder and deeper, sending shudders through Valerie’s body and wrenching helpless cries from her lips.

They lost themselves completely, making love over and over in the swirling storm of lust and confessions the office becoming their private world, where only their bodies and desires existed. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Time vanished as they devoured each other on Demian’s desk, on the floor, tangled in each other’s arms without rest until sunlight spilled through the windows and Valerie, breathless and giggling, finally tugged his cheek affectionately.

"Baby... I’m hungry..."

Demian just chuckled unwilling even then to let her go from the heat and possessiveness of his embrace.

"I want to shower and eat," Valerie said to Demian, her voice still breathy and playful after their relentless night.

Demian nodded, a knowing smirk on his lips. He wrapped Valerie in his robe, cradling her close before lifting her up effortlessly, carrying her out of the office and into his bedroom.

But the promise of calm didn’t last more than a heartbeat. As soon as they stepped inside the bathroom, Demian pressed Valerie up against the cool tiles, his hands running hungrily over every inch of her body beneath the robe. Valerie gasped as the fabric fell away, her bare skin exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Warm water cascaded over them, but it was Demian’s touch that truly set Valerie aflame. He pinned her arms above her head, his mouth devouring hers with raw, unrestrained hunger.

Valerie moaned into his kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as Demian lifted her, his cock sliding inside her with a single, brutal thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping echoed off the walls, mingling with the rush of water and their desperate cries.

They fucked again in the shower wild and unstoppable, the steam swirling around them as Demian claimed Valerie in every way possible. His lips found her neck, biting down until she whimpered, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady as he drove into her over and over.

Valerie’s cries grew louder with each thrust, her orgasm ripping through her as Demian groaned, filling her with another shuddering climax.

By the time they finally stumbled out of the shower, water dripping from their tangled bodies, both of them were shaking starved, exhausted, and utterly satisfied. Valerie glanced up at Demian with a wicked, tired smile and whispered,

"Now can we eat?"