Beneath the thick, dampening blanket, Valerie and Demian were entangled in a tug-of-war of desire that seemed endless.
Five times they had joined, pouring out every emotion and craving without ever truly feeling satisfied. Every breath Valerie took trembled with a raw, unrestrained need, while Demian gazed at her with smoldering eyes, worshipping her, yet staking his claim.
"You're the one who's driving me mad tonight," Demian murmured, his hand tracing Valerie's sweat-slicked back.
His smile was darkly masculine and dominant, filling the room with an intense, pressing heat.
Valerie returned the smile, her lips trembling between exhaustion and pleasure.
"I never imagined I could feel this free with you…" she whispered teasingly, her eyes daring him.
Ego and delight shimmered in her gaze, as if the night belonged to them alone and the outside world no longer mattered.
