Page 9 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

T h e r i d e w a s mostly quiet, but not awkward. As we passed a blunt back and forth, the vibe felt heavy as hell, like the air between us knew what was on the line.

Khalid was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like he owned it.

He kept glancing over at me like he was memorizing my face just in case shit didn’t go right.

The windows were cracked, letting in the night breeze, and the GPS glowed on the dash with directions to the voodoo shop in the middle of nowhere.

We pulled up just after ten-thirty, and the sign said: “MADAME DIVINE’S ROOTS & RITUALS.”

Neon green letters buzzed like a bad omen.

The place sat low between a boarded-up pawn shop and a check-cashing spot.

The windows were painted black, the front door marked with faded sigils and chalk dust. There was no light inside until we stepped closer.

Then, an overheard light flickered on by itself, causing me to stop mid-step.

“Nahhh,” I whispered. “This shit already feels cursed.”

Khalid exhaled as he placed his hand on the small of my back. “Ain’t no turnin’ back now, ma. Come on.”

His voice had that calm gangsta tone to it, like he dared anything in that moment to test him. He opened the door, motioning for me to step inside first. And as soon as I crossed the threshold, a wave of cold air washed over my skin.

The inside of the shop looked ancient, like it’d been here long before any check-cashing or pawn shop was ever built.

The walls were lined with dark wooden shelves, bottles filled with cloudy oils, bones, herbs, and preserved things floating in murky liquid.

Animal skulls sat in corners, and candles dripped wax in every color.

And at the center of it all was a woman with a slight smirk on her face.

“Welcome. I am Madame Divine.” She was short, pudgy, and dark-skinned with locs wrapped in gold thread.

She wore a black dress covered in red veves and protection symbols, and her eyes were unnervingly white, like she was looking past the flesh and into whatever lay beneath it.

“You brought a soul back from the grave on All Hallows’ Eve to meet your needs… ” She wasn’t asking. She knew.

I stiffened. “I mean, I didn’t really mean to. It was just—”

“Intent doesn’t matter, baby girl. Blood does. Spirit does.”

Khalid stepped forward, protective as hell. “Aye, we just need to keep me here. She ain’t mean no harm. Just tryna get hers.”

Madame Divine gave a low chuckle. “Mmm, all the girls say that… ’til the grave comes knockin’.” She turned her head slowly and walked toward the back, motioning with one long finger. “Come.”

We followed, Khalid’s hand finding mine.

I didn’t even realize I was shaking until he squeezed it.

The back room looked like a damn portal to the underworld.

There were symbols etched into the walls that I recognized from doing my research hours earlier.

Some were for summoning, others were for binding, and one large circle was drawn on the floor in white chalk with two pillows inside.

“Sit. Both of you,” Madame Divine said, voice suddenly deeper. I obeyed quickly with my heart pounding. Khalid sat beside me, and she placed a wooden bowl between us. Next, she reached into her dress and pulled out a vial. The liquid inside shimmered with flecks of gold. “Drink this,” she said.

Khalid didn’t hesitate. He downed it like it was a damn shot of Henny. I swallowed hard and took mine, almost gagging on the nasty aftertaste. That’s when thick and dark smoke slowly appeared before the lights flickered violently. My eyes widened as a cold gust of wind swept through.

“Now… the binding can begin,” Madame Divine whispered. “But know this. If your bond ain’t real… if your desire for each other ain’t rooted in more than lust… it’ll fail. And if it fails, he goes back… and you just might go with him.”

My heart thudded. “Wait, what?”

She ignored me and lit a black candle, then a red one, muttering in a weird language I couldn’t understand. Khalid reached for my hand and pulled me closer, his other hand resting on his chest.

“I ain’t lettin’ you go,” he said low, eyes locked on mine. “Ain’t no woman ever thought to do no shit like this. Keep me here. You a real one, Wednesday.”

I blinked, chest rising fast. “Khalid…”

“If we got one shot to stay like this, we gon’ take that shit. You feel me?

I nodded, the tears already rising. Madame Divine began drawing blood from his fingertip, then mine. She mixed it into the bowl with ashes, dust, and a string of my hair.

“Repeat after me,” she commanded, eyes glowing now. “I bind myself to you. In spirit, flesh, and time.”

We both repeated her words, holding hands, and a blast of energy slammed through the room like a tidal wave.

I screamed as it knocked us both flat onto our backs for just a second until our bodies arched.

It felt like something ancient was stitching us together, nerve by nerve, breath by breath.

And then, there was a long, eerie silence before Madame Divine’s voice broke it.

“My Cash App name is $RootWorkRealQuick. Don’t play in my face. This magic ain’t free.”

As we sat up, my body trembled, and Khalid let out a low laugh while rubbing his chest like his soul was still vibrating. “She gangsta for real.”

“And don’t forget to tip,” she snarled, already disappearing into the dark. “Y’all ain’t the only horny couple I’m tryna help tonight.”

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W e w e r e b a r e l y two blocks away from Madame Divine’s before I finally exhaled. My heart had been beating double-time ever since that potion hit my tongue.

Khalid eased the seat back a little, his arm stretched casually behind my headrest, and let out a slow, throaty chuckle. “I thought that old lady was gon’ snatch my soul and stuff that shit in a mason jar.”

I snorted. “Honestly? Same. The minute she started chanting in that language, I thought life as I knew it was over.” We laughed for a second, and then the car got quiet, both of us probably wondering the same shit. “Think it worked?” I asked, quieter than I meant to.

He didn’t answer right away. Just flexed his jaw and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, staring ahead at the road like he was watching something nobody else could see.

“I don’t know,” he finally muttered. “But if it didn’t, I’m gon’ need to fuck you again before the clock strikes twelve.”

My breath caught. He said it so calmly. So matter-of-fact. But I could feel the weight behind it. The urgency. The truth. I smirked a little. “You serious?”

His eyes slid to mine. “Dead serious. Ain’t tryna risk disappearin’ mid-stroke ‘cause some spirit ain’t convinced we locked in. A nigga gotta leave a final impression. Just in case.”

My thighs pressed together instinctively. The car got quiet except for the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of Halloween wind against the windows. Outside, kids in cheap costumes darted between houses.

“I mean…” I cleared my throat. “It felt real. In there. Powerful.”

“It was.” His voice dropped. “This shit ain’t just ‘bout no sex spell anymore. It’s bigger than that. You did some shit tonight that shifted the whole veil.”

I stared out the window, trying to process everything. The list. The spell. The sex. The ritual. And that potion? I tasted fate on my tongue. If this spell didn’t work… I wasn’t ready to let him go. And I don’t think he was ready to disappear. “You’re not scared?” I asked, softer this time.

“I told you, I ain’t scared of shit, ma,” Khalid spoke, pulling over on a dark, dead-end street. “We got twenty minutes,” he murmured as he cut the engine with a big ass grin on his face. “Let’s not waste it.”

Before I could blink, he reached under my thighs and yanked me over the console like I weighed nothing, dragging me into his lap. I gasped, my knees hitting the driver’s seat on either side of him, my back pressed to the steering wheel.

That demon dick was already hard, and the way he looked at me like I was a meal, a prayer, a curse, and a blessing all wrapped in one? It had my heart pounding loud enough to drown out the ticking clock.

“Pull the damage out ,” he growled. “You know what to do.”

My hands fumbled with his slacks until that heavy dick flopped out like it had its own attitude. “You tryna break me before the veil closes?” I whispered, licking my lips.

“Nah,” he said, stroking his dick slowly as he stared at me. “I’m tryna fuck you so deep the spirits know to keep me right here so we can build something that lasts.”

My pussy started pulsing as I lifted my sweater dress and he slid my panties to the side.

I didn’t even wait. I reached between us, gripped that thick shaft, and guided him inside.

We both gasped at the same time, our bodies locking together like we’d been made to do this.

“Oh, fuuckkk…” I moaned, head dropping to his shoulder as he filled me up, slow and deep. “Khalid!”

“Yeahhh,” he groaned, bucking his hips once.

“Say my name. Let the universe hear that shit.” I rode him slowly at first, but he didn’t let me keep control for long.

He grabbed a fistful of my ass and bounced me on him hard, growling against my throat.

“This pussy mine for real now, right?” he hissed.

“Hell… yes…” I gasped.

“Say that shit like you mean it.”

“I swear… this… fuucckkk… this pussy is yours!”

He thrust up, and I screamed, forehead slamming into the headrest. The windows fogged up and my car shook.

He yanked the top of my dress down, sucking my nipple into his mouth like he’d die without the taste.

His other hand rubbed tight circles on my clit while he fucked up into me like a demon for real.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he grunted. “You always gon’ keep this pussy nice and wet for me, ma?”

“Y-yes! Khalid, fuck… don’t stop!”

I was unraveling and loving every second of it as my pussy dripped for him. “Let me hear you,” he growled. “Let the universe know who you belong to.”

“Khaliiiiidddd!!!”

My climax hit like a wave crashing through the windshield.

I cried out so loud I swore the spirits clapped.

My legs trembled and my body seized as my soul tore loose.

I came hard and messy, creaming on his dick, and of course, he didn’t let up.

Khalid slammed into me a few more times, panting like a beast until he shuddered beneath me.

His arms locked around my waist. His head dropped to my chest.

“Fuuuck, Wednesday,” he moaned, his body jerking back to back as his whole soul poured into me. I lay my head on his shoulder as he planted soft kisses on my neck and caressed my back. “Aye, look at the time,” he murmured, breathless.

My head whipped around towards the dashboard, and I saw it.

It was two minutes past midnight. My mouth fell open as I turned back around to face Khalid.

The look on his face was indescribable, but I felt the emotion in his tone as he said, “Told you I ain’t going nowhere.

” Then, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and we kissed like two lost souls finally reunited.

We didn’t say a word. We just stayed wrapped around each other, breathing heavily in the dark, enjoying the moment. That is, until a loud bang on the window snapped us out of our post-orgasm haze.

“Y’all nasty as hell!” an old man barked through the foggy glass, his cane tapped aggressively against the car door. “I got grandkids on this street! I oughta call the cops! Take that shit somewhere else!”

I yelped, scrambling to pull my dress over my titties. “Oh my God!”

Khalid didn’t miss a beat. He adjusted his slacks while pushing his finger on the button to let the window down. “Shut the fuck up! Tell the cops I’m back, muthafucka. I’m aliveeee!”

The man’s mouth dropped open like he wasn’t expecting a response. “The hell is…”

“Get you some pussy, my nigga!”

Khalid hit the gas, tires screeching as he reversed back down the dead-end street with me trying to stuff my panties in my bag and laughing so hard I could barely breathe. “You’re insane,” I wheezed between giggles.

“Nah,” he smirked, glancing over at me. “I’m yours.”

And just like that, my laugh faded into something warm.

The streetlights blurred past as we flew through the neighborhood.

I glanced at the dashboard clock once more to see that it was twelve-fifteen.

I ran a hand through my wild-ass hair and exhaled hard, heart thudding from the orgasm, the laughter, the everything.

The potion worked. And now? I had a nasty ass thug with stamina for days, a mouth like sin, and a soul tied to mine for real. Lord help us both.