Page 35 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

“Yes, our secret is that you’ve succumbed to the tempting allure of a sexy blondie like me,” he purred, his voice dripping with sultry promise.

“I’ve had a taste of your pussy, a sample of the passion and love that only you can offer.

And damn, how could any man resist such a bewitching siren’s call?

” He licked his lips, savoring the lingering flavor of my arousal on his tongue.

He growled, a low, feral sound that sent shivers cascading down my spine, and redoubled his efforts between my thighs.

His tongue plunged deeper, thrusting and stroking my most intimate places with a fervor that stole my breath away.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working against my dripping sex filled the air, a lewd symphony of our darkest desires.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, my back arching off the sand as jolts of electrifying pleasure coursed through every nerve ending.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I was already teetering on the razor’s edge, my body coiled tight and ready to shatter at the slightest provocation.

It had been an eternity since I’d felt a touch this divine, a passion this all-consuming.

He played my body like a finely tuned instrument, each stroke of his tongue a masterful ploy to drive me to the brink of madness.

“Mmm, you’re so damn tight, love,” he groaned, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.

“So damn narrow that even my tongue struggles to delve into your sweet, clinging heat.” To punctuate his words, he curled his tongue, stroking and caressing the velvet walls of my channel, teasing out guttural moans of ecstasy from my throat.

“Oh my God, Desmond...” I moaned again, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as I struggled to prolong the exquisite sensations coursing through my trembling body.

I was already teetering on the precipice, my climax building to a crescendo under his relentless ministrations.

It had been an interminable stretch since anyone had touched me with such skill, such unbridled passion.

If I were being honest, no one had ever made me feel this way before, had ever brought me to the brink with such effortless ease.

He growled in response, a deep, masculine sound of dark satisfaction.

“That’s right, babe. I’m damn good. The best you’ve ever had,” he rumbled, his hot breath washing over my glistening folds.

“Now, forget about everything else. Forget about your God, forget about anything beyond the feel of my tongue on your needy little cunt. Just focus on me, on the pleasure only I can give you. Can you do that for me, my naughty girl?”

I flushed at his crude words, a fierce blush staining my cheeks.

It was a sinful request, a brazen demand that I cast off the shackles of piety and surrender myself completely to the depraved bliss he offered.

But God help me, I wanted to. I wanted to be his bad girl, his vicious plaything, his to command and conquer.

“Okay, love,” I breathed out, my voice a needy whisper.

“I’ll forget. I’ll be your bad girl for tonight.

Just don’t stop, please don’t stop...” I begged, my hips rocking instinctively against his face, chasing the release that only he could grant me.

In that moment, I knew I would give him anything, say anything, to feel his tongue bringing me to the heights of ecstasy once more.

And I thought to myself that the demon inside me finally had me, body and soul, and I was powerless to resist the dark allure of this man’s touch.

“And remember, Eveline, your God isn’t here right now, forget about it.” He growled flicking his tongue over my sensitive clit over again, punctuating each word with a powerful lick.

I gasped out an apology, my voice trembling with the force of my impending climax. “I’m sorry, Desmond... it’s just that...” My words trailed off into a breathless moan as he growled his command, his voice laced with dark authority.

“I’m your god now. Give yourself to me,” he ordered, his eyes blazing into mine with a feral intensity.

In that moment, I knew I had no choice. I surrendered, yielding my body and soul to his dominion as he wished.

His tongue, that wickedly talented muscle, resumed its sensual assault on my clit, swirling and flicking in ways that should have been impossible for a human.

Pleasure, intense and overwhelming, crashed through me in relentless waves.

At the same time, his long, dexterous fingers began to slip inside my dripping cunt, stretching me softly, slowly.

It was a strange sensation, a mix of pleasure and a discomfort that bordered on pain as my body struggled to accommodate his invading digits.

But as he plunged them deeper, curling and stroking along my inner walls, I could only surrender to the exquisite torment, my hips undulating instinctively to meet his touch.

“Cum right in my mouth, babe,” he whispered, his voice a sinful purr that sent molten lava coursing through my veins. “Come on, Eveline. Give me what I want. Give me your release.” His words, dripping with lust and dark promise, tipped me over the edge.

With a cry of his name, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, I shattered.

My body convulsed and trembled, my inner muscles clenching down on his fingers as I rode out the crest of my climax.

At the same time, I reached for the chain that led to his straining erection, pulling it with a desperate, malicious need.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure that vibrated against my quivering flesh, as his own release surged through him.

A few more lazy thrusts of his fingers, a couple more circles of his tongue around my throbbing clit, and I was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation as the last vestiges of my orgasm ripped through me.

“Oh Desmond...” I whimpered, my voice a breathless, reverent whisper. “Oh...” I couldn’t form any other words. I could only whimper and moan incoherently as the aftershocks of my earth-shattering climax rippled through my trembling form.

“Have you lost all the words, ashpetal?” he murmured, a note of dark amusement in his voice. He licked his lips, savoring the essence of my climax like a fine wine, before looming over me, his muscular frame eclipsing my view of the world.

His mouth found mine in a searing kiss, and I gasped as I tasted myself on his lips, the flavor of my arousal mingling with the heady scent of his cologne.

Unable to resist, I arched my hips forward, seeking out the hard, insistent heat of his erection straining against the confines of his leather pants.

I ached to touch him, to reward him with the same intense pleasure he had given me, and my fingers reached for the lock with a desperate, excessive need.

But he stopped me, his large hand encompassing my smaller one, holding it firmly against his chest. “No, babe... not tonight,” he rumbled, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Not yet.” His eyes, dark and fathomless, held a promise of delights to come, of pleasures still untasted.

“When the time comes.” He left the words hanging in the air between us, a tantalizing tease and a sinful vow, as he gazed down at me with a smile that held all the wickedness of the devil himself.

“Okay… then kiss me again.” My voice trembled as I whispered it, barely audible over the crashing of the waves.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and shimmering with tears I refused to let fall.

Why… why do I love him already? I wondered, staring into the emerald fire of his gaze.

He’s just a stranger… a stranger who has only been here for a few days…

But somehow, in those days, he had become something more. Something dangerous. Something beautiful. Something that was slowly unraveling everything I was.

“I obey,” he murmured, his voice soft and solemn, as though I’d given him a sacred commandment.

Then his lips descended on mine, stealing the last of my resistance.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss, nor was it cruel.

It was desperate. His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that tasted of sorrow, like he was kissing me not just to claim me, but to memorize me.

To burn every part of me into himself, so he could carry me wherever he went.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until my bare skin pressed against his warmth, until I could feel his heart beating strong and steady through his chest. Our bodies moved in a silent rhythm, not frantic or feverish this time, but slow…

tender… as though he was giving me every drop of care, every shred of love he knew how to give in these stolen moments before dawn.

And slowly, my eyelids began to droop. The exhaustion of my racing thoughts, my trembling body, my shattered mind, and my desperate heart finally overwhelmed me.

My breathing slowed, evening out into quiet, peaceful sighs.

The last thing I felt was the weight of his embrace, his warmth seeping into my bones as the cold ocean breeze blew over us, and the softness of my dress beneath my back.

I’m falling asleep, I thought hazily. Falling asleep… in his arms… on this damn beach…

But for once, the thought didn’t hurt. For once, I felt… safe. For once, I let myself belong to him, even if just for a night.