Valerie flinched so hard she nearly stumbled backward. Demian's silhouette stood at the tent entrance, broad and imposing, blocking out the light from outside.
"I-I wasn't spying," she stammered, stepping away from the flap. "I was only curious about what they were doing…"
Demian entered fully, letting the tent fall closed behind him. His eye, sharp, predatory, swept over her from head to toe.
He paused.
Then his lips curved, slow and dangerous.
"It seems you worked quite hard for tonight."
Valerie swallowed. Heat rose to her cheeks.
"W-what do you mean, Your Grace?" she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.
Demian didn't bother answering. He moved toward her in three long strides and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His warmth, his strength, everything about him drowned her instantly.
"You did well," he murmured.
Before she could think, before she could breath, Demian dipped his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
Not gently. Not tenderly.
But with hunger, raw, consuming hunger, like a man who had waited too long, wanted too much, and cared too little about restraint.
His kiss was deep, claiming, ruthless.
Valerie's fingers curled into his coat as she tried to steady herself, her mind spinning, her heart racing so violently she thought it might burst, because Demian Morvex kissed like a man who owned everything he touched.
Including her.
Their kiss was no longer just a kiss, it became something far deeper, primal, and desperate. Demian pressed Valerie hard against him, grinding his body against hers, their mouths devouring each other with hungry, obscene need.
His hands roamed down, squeezing her ass roughly as he pulled her hips flush to his, letting her feel exactly how hard she made him. The air between them was thick with heat; they were completely swallowed up by the raw urge that pulsed between their bodies.
"Keep your eyes open every time we do this," Demian demanded, his voice low and edged with dominance as he moved his mouth along her jaw, sucking and biting the tender skin.
Valerie obeyed, forcing her eyes open to lock with his, those burning, wild red eyes that made her feel like she was being consumed by living fire. Demian's gaze was animalistic, ravenous, and it made her shudder with anticipation.
"Show me everything. I've missed you every second we've been apart," Demian growled, his breath hot on her neck as his hand slid beneath her shirt, pushing it up with impatient hands.
"You missed me?" Valerie whispered, her voice trembling, surprised by his admission.
"Of course. I've missed you under me, just like this," he hissed back, grinding his hips harder so she could feel his cock pressing insistently through their clothes.
Valerie didn't fully understand what he meant, but she surrendered herself to him, letting Demian take complete control.
He looked at her now like a starving wolf about to tear into its prey, his hands rough and greedy as he yanked down her panties, exposing her completely.
"Go ahead and scream. Let them hear," Demian commanded, his fingers finding her wetness instantly.
"How can I? People outside will hear us!" Valerie gasped, trying to stifle a moan as Demian's fingers began to work her.
"No one out there gives a fuck. You're mine, and whatever we do in here is between you and me," he snarled, pushing her legs apart and lowering his mouth to her trembling thighs.
Without hesitation, Demian buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her mercilessly, making Valerie arch her back and clutch at his hair as pleasure tore through her body.
Her moans echoed off the walls, growing louder as Demian pushed her closer and closer to the edge, his tongue and fingers relentless and hungry for every reaction she could give.
Their union exploded in a raw, chaotic climax, Valerie and Demian both shattered by wave after wave of intense pleasure. Valerie's body arched violently, her legs locked tight around Demian's waist, her mouth wide open in a scream she couldn't restrain.
Demian slammed into her even deeper, his thrusts wild and merciless, determined to wring every last bit of orgasm from both their bodies.
But it didn't end there. The night had only just begun, and Demian wasn't about to let Valerie catch her breath. Even as she lay trembling, her body still quivering from the aftershocks, Demian flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and shoved himself inside her again from behind, pounding relentlessly.
Every time Valerie thought she couldn't possibly take any more, Demian just pushed her further his hands mauling her breasts from behind, his mouth biting at her neck and shoulders, filthy words spilling from him nonstop as he told her how much he loved hearing her scream, how much he craved owning every inch of her, how he would ruin her for anyone else.
Valerie was utterly exhausted. She lost count of how many times she came, her body limp and boneless, but Demian kept going, flipping her over, pinning her down, hoisting her onto his lap, fucking her over and over until both of them were drenched in sweat and their juices soaked the sheets.
The bed shook against the wall with every brutal movement, the room echoing with their moans and the slap of skin on skin for hours.
Morning sunlight finally crawled across the room when Demian at last allowed her to collapse, spent and wrecked beneath him.
Valerie's whole body was slick with sweat, marked up everywhere with hickeys and bite marks, her breathing ragged like she'd just run a marathon. Demian grinned, draping himself over her and growling into her ear,
"You're mine. I'm not letting you leave this bed today."
Valerie could only nod weakly, her body completely used up and devoured by Demian all night long until the sun rose.
Morning crept in without her noticing. Warm light slipped through the curtains as Valerie slowly blinked her eyes open.
As her vision cleared, she saw Demian standing with his back to her, broad shoulders steady as he fastened the belt around his waist. He was already fully dressed, looking as if he hadn't slept at all.
"Go back to sleep. It's still early," Demian said the moment he noticed she was awake.
Valerie pulled the blanket closer, trying to sit up. "Yes, but… you're leaving this early?"
Demian glanced over his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath. "If I don't go now, they'll all get lazy."
Valerie frowned slightly, still puzzled.
Demian finally turned to face her completely. "I'm going to morning training with the soldiers, as usual." His voice was calm, almost gentle. "Get some more rest. If you need anything, ask the servants… or ask Noel."