ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 35: Eat with gusto

On the battered old sofa, Valerie straddled Demian with wild, unrestrained hunger, her sweaty skin pressed against his, every movement a desperate dance to devour and please him.

She rocked her hips with savage determination, grinding down hard, searching for the deepest, most punishing angle that made Demian lose control beneath her.

Each thrust sent lightning through their guts, a searing tension coiling inside Valerie’s belly, swelling with every brutal glide of her soaked flesh against his hardness.

Their kisses were relentless hot, messy, lips and tongues ravaging each other, gasping into each other’s mouths.

Their mingled saliva dripped down chins and necks, smearing a trail of lust. Valerie would break away only long enough to moan filth into Demian’s ear, her words dripping with heat and teasing cruelty, driving him insane.

Demian’s hands roamed her body like a beast, gripping her ass so hard it left red, stinging prints, fingers spreading her cheeks wide while his other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her closer, never sated, always needing her wilder hungrier.

"You’re smarter now... you know how to ride me just right," Demian growled, voice thick with praise and desire.

Valerie’s smile was wicked, her eyes locked on his as she crashed her lips back to his and rode him harder, faster, her hips slamming down to devour every inch. The slap of their bodies echoed wet, obscene matched only by the guttural groans and broken words spilling out between frantic kisses.

"Is it good?" Valerie breathed, trembling from the pleasure clawing through her body.

"It’s perfect... Don’t stop... Fuck, you’re amazing, baby," Demian hissed, his eyes wild with need.

Valerie’s hips moved furiously, their rhythm growing desperate; the fullness in her belly threatened to burst, fire licking up her spine. She threw her head back, mouth open, letting out a ragged cry as she chased the crest of blinding release.

Demian’s hand slid from her hair down her trembling spine, urging her to savor the moment.

"Slow down, feel it... Let me fill you up," he coaxed in a rough whisper.

Valerie obeyed, grinding in slow, deep circles, milking every ounce of pleasure from him, savoring each twitch and shudder inside her.

Their mouths never parted for long, their lips swollen, burning, bruised from their endless devouring.

"Do you want me?" Valerie asked between deep, needy kisses.

"I want you... more than anything," Demian confessed, his voice wrecked with obsession. Valerie, triumphant, kissed him again, melding their bodies even closer.

"You’re sweet... and fucking incredible. The way you destroy me—I love it, baby," Demian groaned, gripping her tits hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers before biting down on the tender flesh.

Valerie giggled in ragged delight, grinding harder, feeling herself unraveling on top of him.

"My chest... play with me," Valerie begged in a hoarse whisper.

Demian dove for her breasts, sucking, biting, devouring her nipples with savage greed while Valerie rode him mercilessly taking everything she could get, never sated, trembling at the edge of oblivion.

Their bodies crashed together again and again, as if nothing else existed but this brutal, ecstatic union a confession of lust too honest to ever deny, addiction written in sweat, bite marks, and the feverish pulse of their hearts.

Now, they had left the battered sofa behind. Valerie stood facing the window, her bare skin flushed in the dim light, hair tumbling wildly down her back.

The city’s night lights glittered beyond the glass, but her eyes were unfocused, clouded with pleasure and anticipation. Her dress, his shirt every shred of clothing were scattered across the floor, relics of their impatient need.

Demian was behind her, just as naked, body pressed hard against Valerie’s back. He gripped her waist possessively, pulling her closer until she could feel the raw heat of his rigid length pressing insistently between her cheeks.

Without pause, he hiked one of Valerie’s legs up onto the windowsill, spreading her open and wide, exposing her dripping core entirely to him, to the open air, and for a fleeting second to the world outside.

Valerie gasped, feeling the cool air brush her slick skin and the contrast of Demian’s hot, rough hands on her thighs and hips.

"Look out there," he growled into her ear, voice thick and feral, "but feel me in here." His hand guided himself to her entrance, then with brutal precision, Demian thrust deep, filling her in one hard, greedy motion.

Valerie cried out, her forehead pressed against the cold glass, palms splayed on the window as she arched her back and took every inch.

He fucked her from behind mercilessly hips slamming into her ass, skin slapping loud in the cavernous room, every thrust rocking her body forward against the window.

Valerie’s breath fogged up the glass, her nipples grazing the cold pane as Demian pounded into her, one hand wrapped tight around her middle, the other gripping her lifted leg, spreading her wider, deeper, rougher.

Her moans grew loud and desperate, echoing through the room, mixing with Demian’s dark, guttural grunts.

"You like being on display, Val? You want them to see how gorgeous you look with me inside you?" he taunted, biting down on her shoulder, leaving fresh marks among old bruises.

Valerie whimpered, grinding back against him, hungry for more, for everything.

Her body trembled violently as pleasure built with every wild thrust, Demian made her feel owned, devoured, possessed so utterly she forgot her own name. He leaned forward, lips at her ear, voice a filthy whisper,

"This is what you want, isn’t it? To be taken until you can’t stand..." His hand slid between her thighs, playing her clit shamelessly while he thrust with even more brutal rhythm. V

alerie’s cries grew strangled and pleading; she was so close, undone by the way he filled her up and forced her to watch the world outside while she came apart.

Their bodies slammed together again and again, Valerie’s leg shaking in his grip as she teetered between pain and ecstasy.

"Demian!" she sobbed, head pressed hard against the glass.

He answered only with another savage thrust, his own pleasure mounting throbbing, raw, overwhelming.

And in that moment, their sweaty, naked bodies tangled in front of the window, lost in the lawless dark thrill of being exposed and utterly consumed by each other, Valerie shattered her orgasm tearing through her in a gush of heat and wetness, carried away by Demian’s unrelenting possession.

Demian drew a ragged breath, his hands still gripping Valerie’s trembling waist. Their bodies were slick with sweat and lust, breathless gasps swirling in the charged space between them.

With a voice rough and thick with hunger that refused to fade, Demian leaned in, his words burning against Valerie’s ear, making her shudder with another dark surge of desire. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"I’m not done with you yet,"