Valerie's eyes flew open, pupils blown wide in disbelief and the raw aftershock of pleasure. Her lips trembled, still slick from Demian's feral kisses, her body wrapped around his lap, quaking and vulnerable, utterly bared to him.
The air was thick with sex sweat, breath, echoing moans still trembling in the sterile office air. She could barely catch her breath, chest heaving, as she managed, voice fractured and jagged,
"What did you just say?"
Demian's gaze, wild and burning, pinned her in place. There was no mercy in those eyes, only a possessive, primal ferocity, and beneath it, something deeper, darker. His jaw clenched as if waging war with himself. He let the words slip out, unafraid now, his voice hoarse from shouting her name moments before.
"I love you," he growled, the admission rough and desperate, as if the truth had been festering inside him, eating him alive.
