Valerie’s heart jumped. She turned quickly, and there he was, the man who always managed to turn her world upside down.
Demian.
He was still wearing his travel coat, the shoulders dusted with thin traces of snow. Yet his dark eyes... were locked on Valerie, as if from the mont he returned, he had been looking for no one but her.
Valerie stood up reflexively, nearly dropping the book in her hands. "Duke... you’ve returned?"
Demian didn’t answer with words.
He simply walked toward her slowly, steadily, each step deliberate. Closer... and closer... until Valerie could breathe in his familiar scent: pinewood, winter wind, and sothing shadowed sothing uniquely Morvex.
"You ca straight to the library?" Demian asked softly, his voice low enough to send a tremor through her chest.
"I... I just wanted to read a little," Valerie replied, nervous, lowering her gaze.
Demian lifted a hand to her chin, gentle yet commanding. "Look at ."
Valerie raised her face slowly and her breath hitched at the expression he wore. So intense. So... longing?
"You look comfortable here," Demian murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. "That’s good."
Valerie swallowed hard. "Thank you for allowing to stay in the castle, Duke."
That wasn’t what Demian wanted to hear she could see it in the way he leaned closer.
"Valerie," he said, voice deepening, "every ti I co back... I always end up searching for you first."
He dipped his head near hers, his nose almost brushing her cheek. "Do you realize how easily you break my control?"
Valerie’s cheeks flushed hot. "Don’t say that... your fiancée—"
"Is not here." His voice dropped, a warm whisper against her ear. "There’s only ... and you."
Before Valerie could speak or step away, Demian closed the distance between them. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her firmly into his chest.
And his lips captured hers.
The kiss was deep. Slow. Filled with the emotions he had been holding back for too long. Valerie gasped, shocked but her body lted into him almost instantly. Demian deepened the kiss, as if claiming the mont, as if proving he had returned... and he wanted her.
When he finally pulled away, Valerie could barely breathe.
"D-Demian..." She said his na without thinking breaking a boundary she had never dared cross.
Demian smiled. A small, rare smile. A smile that existed only for Valerie.
"I’m ho," he murmured, brushing her cheek. "And I wanted you to be the first to feel it."
Valerie bit her lip, her face burning. "Why did you... kiss ?"
Demian leaned in again, his lips brushing her ear.
"Because every ti I’m away from you... I lose my mind."
Valerie trembled.
"And because," Demian whispered, warm and dangerous, "I never want to let you go."
Valerie and Demian locked eyes, their breaths quickening, pupils blown wide with hunger that had simred far too long.
Between the endless rows of ancient books and the dusty scent of old paper, they surrendered to the storm inside them.
Valerie pulled Demian closer, crashing her lips onto his in a kiss that tore away any illusion of restraint wet, feverish, and desperate, it scorched the hush of the library to ashes.
Valerie’s moans echoed between the shelves as Demian pressed her onto the wooden table, the creaking wood a soundtrack to their sinful confession.
His fingers slipped beneath her skirt, trailing up trembling thighs aching for more. He bunched her skirt high over her hips, exposing a sliver of damp, delicate panties already soaked with anticipation.
Valerie’s breath caught, Demian’s kisses deepening into hungry bites and slick licks that traveled from her lips down the sensitive line of her neck and along her collarbone.
All pretense unraveled Valerie’s fingers twisted into Demian’s hair, guiding him lower, urging him to lose himself in her body.
Demian buried his face against her skin, inhaling her sweetness mingled with sweat, as their hands clasped wildly atop the cold table.
Papers scattered, books tumbled, powerless against the violent energy they unleashed.
Demian’s body pinned Valerie’s, grinding his hips hard between her open thighs, friction building until she gasped desperately for more.
His mouth left her lips for her chest, sucking and nibbling until she arched into him, while his hands never ceased their savage exploration ripping apart every boundary of morality and reason. Their breaths, moans, and the pounding of their hearts mingled with the sharp, primal sll of sex filling the cramped room.
Nothing else mattered. The world vanished. Only forbidden pleasure remained wild, brutal, and beautiful a dark confession echoing in the silence, tainted with burning desire and delicious madness.
"Deeper, Demian—please," Valerie whimpered, her mind splintering beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
Demian grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes, and imdiately slamd into her harder, faster, deepe every thrust sending shockwaves through her trembling body.
Valerie’s cries echoed shalessly, each moan growing louder, filthier, her voice raw as she surrendered completely to the relentless rhythm.
"God, it’s so good!" she gasped again and again, her fingers clawing at his back, desperate for more, for everything.
Demian’s mouth latched onto her neck, then her chest, sucking and biting until marks blood across her porcelain skin hot, dark badges of his possession.
He pulled back to admire his handiwork, pride and hunger twisting into sothing savage as he watched the bruises and bite marks bloom along Valerie’s throat and breasts.
He drove into her, harder still, until the edges of the world blurred and only their bodies, slick, wild, lost in abandon, remained.
The library around them held its breath. Demian felt the pressure building; with a guttural groan he slamd deep one final ti, his teeth sinking into the soft bud of Valerie’s breast as release crashed through him.
Valerie convulsed around him, her own climax ripping through her body, gasping his na like a sacred curse.
They stared at each other, their chests heaving, sweat and lust and love tangling in the air between them.
Without a word, Demian scooped Valerie up, carrying her effortlessly across the room. He sank onto a battered old sofa, his cock still buried inside her, and Valerie cradled herself on his lap, claiming his mouth with kisses that tasted of desperation and afterglow.
Their bodies pressed together, lips tangled in endless kisses, they let themselves drown in the forbidden bliss, knowing the library would never forget the wild, unrestrained passion they carved into its shadows.
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