ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 42: Never sleep

That was all Demian needed. With a savage thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her wide and filling her completely. Valerie’s body arched, knees locked around his waist, as he began to fuck her hard, relentless, driving into her with each punishing stroke. The desk shook beneath them, papers scattering as Demian took her again and again, each movement rougher than the last.

Valerie clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, her cries growing louder no longer able to hide just how much she craved his brutal touch. Demian leaned in, biting down on her neck, sucking marks into her skin as he pistoned deeper, faster, lost in the raw animal madness of their lust.

Their bodies crashed together in a feverish rhythm flesh against flesh, sweat mingling as Valerie’s climax built and broke again and again under his unrelenting assault. Demian never let up, fucking her through every shuddering orgasm, dominating her completely until every inch of her belonged to him alone.

They kept devouring each other in a storm of searing lust. Valerie and Demian shifted positions without hesitation, every thrust and entangled limb like a feral dance at the altar of pleasure. This was Valerie’s first time making love in Demian’s office, and she surrendered completely to the raw sensations, the cold desk beneath her back, the scent of leather, the rough grain of the wood digging into her skin, all amplifying the savagery of their passion.

Each time Demian changed the angle, flipping her over the desk or dragging her onto his plush chair, Valerie felt herself growing wilder, more alive, more desperate for his hands and his relentless rhythm.

Now, the pleasure she felt wasn’t just physical longing. Amidst the pounding thrusts, the crushing grip around her waist, and the kisses marking her neck and chest, Valerie felt a surge of raw love she was no longer merely the Duke’s woman, but his true lover, the one he truly craved.

Every scratch of her nails down Demian’s back, every gasp and moan that tumbled from her lips, was a declaration of passionate possession.

Valerie pulled Demian’s face down to hers and kissed him wildly, biting his lower lip and leaving a bruised mark a bold claim, a symbol that she belonged to him, and he to her. Her touch was both tender and savage, determined to mark every inch of her lover’s body with proof of her desire and devotion.

With their bodies locked together, Valerie whispered into his ear,

"I am completely yours, and you are only mine." Her words sent a new blaze through them both; Demian slammed into her deeper, rougher, as if to prove that on this night, Valerie was the only woman he wanted his, and his alone.

They raced recklessly toward the peak, bodies crashing together in a frenzy of sweat and savage need, until release shook them both Valerie arching her back, mouth torn open in a scream, Demian’s hands digging mercilessly into her hips as pleasure ripped through his core. Their cries echoed off the office walls, raw and shameless, as their bodies convulsed in a climax so intense it blurred the world into a haze of blinding heat and sensation.

Spent but insatiable, Valerie sagged into Demian’s lap, still impaled on his throbbing cock. Her skin glistened with sweat, hair wild and lips swollen from relentless kisses.

She clung to him, refusing to release his mouth, tasting herself as she devoured him again and again, desperate for more even as their bodies trembled with aftershocks. Her thighs flexed around his waist, slick warmth still pulsing where their bodies joined, as if her hunger could pull him deeper inside never letting go.

Valerie broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, voice hoarse but sultry,

"Your lips taste so sweet." Her breath ghosted over his chin, tongue flicking out to tease his mouth.

Demian’s lips curled into a wicked, predatory grin.

"Do you like them?" he taunted, one hand threading into Valerie’s hair while the other curved under her ass, pressing her down onto his still-hard length.

Valerie gave a breathless, trembling nod, lashes fluttering as she rocked her hips ever so slightly, teasing herself and him.

"Then move for me," Demian urged, his voice dropping to a guttural growl. "Show me how much you want it."

A sly, wanton smile crept across Valerie’s lips. She started to roll her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding herself down on him, feeling each twitch and throb inside her.

"You just came, and you’re already this hard again?" she teased, voice dripping with wicked delight.

Demian let out a laugh that was more like a rough moan, his hands guiding her rhythm.

"I’ll never go soft for you. If you ride me like that, I’ll stay hard all night," he promised, his stare burning into hers with naked, desperate need.

Valerie caught his mouth again, kissing him hungrily, teeth biting and licking. As her hips picked up speed first slow and sensual, then frantic and wild Demian’s moans grew rawer.

He praised her in thick, choked breaths, cursing her tightness, worshipping her body with every ragged gasp. Valerie responded with moans of her own, arms thrown around his neck, nails digging into sweaty muscles.

Their bodies locked together, sweat-slick and trembling, breath tangled and nerves sparking, neither willing to slow or let go.

As Valerie’s grinding drew Demian back to the edge, his voice broke into begging, demanding sounds praising her, pleading for more, lost in the haze of lust and pure connection.

As Demian’s grip tightened possessively on Valerie’s hips, his breath seared against her neck hot, ragged, unrelenting. His voice dropped to a harsh, commanding growl as he whispered,

"Don’t ever think of leaving me again, Valerie." Every word struck Valerie’s ears like a blazing whip, branding her with the heat of his obsession.

His hold was iron-hard, fingers digging into her flesh as if he wanted to mark and claim her, to fuse her body to his forever. Demian’s mouth roamed from sweet kisses to savage bites, leaving raw red trails along her throat and shoulders marks of ownership that would not soon fade.

His breath came in desperate bursts, eyes wild with hunger and dominance, wordlessly declaring that this woman was his, that he would never allow her to be taken or to slip away.

Valerie could only moan in response, her body trembling and yielding beneath his hands, head bowed in submission as she pressed herself closer into his lap.

She welcomed the conquest, surrendering utterly to Demian’s brute love and possessive passion. Every movement between them grew rougher, more feverish her moans blending with his, sweat-slick skin meeting skin until the world outside disappeared, leaving only heat, iron grip, and the unbreakable promise of utter possession.

"If I ever leave you, there’s no one else who could ever fuck you like this again, darling,"