Valerie's cheeks heated, but she didn't look away.Maybe it was the exhaustion… maybe the adrenaline still lingering from nearly dying…but she found herself whispering,
"…Maybe."
Demian's eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, dangerous smile.
"So, you really are enjoying our filthy little game tonight, aren't you?" Demian whispered, his voice low and breath hot against Valerie's ear as he moved in without pause.
Valerie scoffed, a defiant smirk twisting her lips. "Not really. You're just never satisfied," she snapped back, holding his gaze, eyes running over Demian's body, from hair to those hunger-dark eyes. "You can't even stop after just one round, can you?"
Demian grinned, wild and predatory. "It has to be often, so your body gets used to it... so you stop resisting every touch of mine." His hand found Valerie's waist, tracing the soft curve of her skin, tearing away at the last pieces of shame she tried to cling to.
