Page 41 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

Chapter Twenty Three

Desmond

We woke up in Eveline’s room just as the first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains.

She gasped the moment her eyes fell on me lying beside her.

The sheets barely covered her, leaving her naked form exposed to me like some forbidden artwork sculpted by the gods themselves.

It only fuelled the temptation clawing inside me to take her completely, body and soul.

She was supposed to be mine. Even if she didn’t trust me yet…

even if fear still flickered in her gaze.

“You… what are you doing here? You can’t be here!” Her brows knitted together as she tried to cover her breasts with trembling hands. I reached out, letting my fingers glide gently over her skin, and felt her relax under my touch despite herself.

“Why are we… I… I’m naked…” she whispered, her voice trembling like porcelain on the verge of shattering.

“Well, we’re in our underwear, so… not completely naked,” I chuckled softly.

“Oh… well… and one more question, I guess…” Her eyes darted nervously across the room before meeting mine again. “Did we… have something?”

“Not yet…” I let my fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along her neck.

“But if you want… it can happen.” I winked, licking my lips as I tried to restrain the beast thrashing within me.

My cock was already aching with the painful need to be inside her, throbbing with the pleasure of her closeness.

Even though she hissed at me with defiance and disgust, I knew it was only a matter of time.

Soon, when she was ovulating, we would have another conversation.

That would be very soon. I had calculated everything with precision.

When that moment came, she would completely lose control of her mind and body.

No prayer would save her then. Nature would take its course.

Her body would betray her mind. And then…

my time would come to claim her entirely.

“I can feel your boner with my thigh,” she hissed, turning away from me abruptly, pressing her back against my chest and her ass firmly against my cock.

I let out a low chuckle, leaning in to kiss the soft skin of her neck.

My free hand slid around her, cupping her breasts where she still tried to shield herself from me.

Her nipples hardened instantly beneath my touch, her body betraying her resolve.

My cock hardened further at the feel of her sweet, tempting ass pressing against me – defiant, sinful, begging to be punished for keeping me at a distance.

A guttural growl rumbled in my chest when she shifted her hips deliberately, testing me. Provoking me.

“Let me go, demon,” she spat out, her voice a trembling mix of fear and defiance.

I smirked against her skin, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered darkly, “So you remember who I am. Good.”

She fidgeted once more against me, making the heat between us burn even hotter. My cock throbbed painfully as she pressed her ass tighter against it.

“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, you’ll end up impaled on it like a fish on a hook.”

She froze for a second. “But… fish are pierced through.”

“Exactly.” I smirked darkly. “Think about it.”

Her body stiffened and I felt her embarrassment radiating through her skin as her cheeks flushed a deep red. Beautiful.

“You’re a maniac,” she whispered sharply.

“Me? No, I’m not…” I let out a low chuckle, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m a succubus demon, remember? Fish memory, ashpetal?”

She shushed me quickly, but her breathing was shallow and uneven.

“So you’re not a maniac, but you sneaked into my room at night? Is that why you followed me? And… you got into my dreams against my will?”

“Well… okay, maybe it sounds a little like I’m obsessed with you. Maybe a little carried away, but—”

“A little?” Her voice trembled with anger and disbelief. “Do you even understand where we are?”

“Yes. In the Monastery of Saint Marie,” I said casually, a smile playing on my lips.

She let out a disapproving hmm sound, trying to imitate sternness. It only made me want to tease her more.

“A demon and a nun. Could anything be better?” I chuckled.

“I’m not a nun yet,” she snapped, her cheeks still flushed pink.

“But the fact that you’re a demon is…” She gasped as she suddenly turned to face me, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. My smile widened at her closeness.

I reached up and tucked a stray lock of her light brown hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her flushed skin.

She licked her lips nervously, exhaling shakily as her eyes roamed over me – my chest, my jaw, my neck.

“What?” I asked with amusement. “Thinking about how to kill me?”

She blinked rapidly, flustered. “No, you… not at all, it’s just that you…”

Her cheeks reddened even more, and I felt my cock twitch at her innocence.

“It’s hard to resist me, isn’t it?” I said softly, my voice dripping with dark delight. “Because I’m a succubus demon.”

“Oh yes… exactly…” she whispered, her eyes darting away. “And… what do succubus demons even do? Tell me your story, since I’m doomed to be trapped in your monster arms here.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head with a smile. Her defiance was beautiful. Like a trembling kitten baring its claws for the first time.

“I always thought demons existed only in spiritual form…” she whispered, her eyes locked with mine, searching for any trace of humanity.

“No. We’re not, as you can see.”

“So you’re truly evil,” she said quietly, her voice almost breaking.

“I’m not evil,” I replied softly, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. “I don’t devour dreams. Especially not yours. I just… made them better. Didn’t you enjoy them, little saint?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “This… all this time… was it you?”

I smirked. “Well, maybe not in all your erotic dreams, but these past ten years… believe me, I was there. Every single time. Except for yesterday. That wasn’t me.”

Her eyes widened with fear. “Yesterday… that demon…”

“He was a demon of nightmares. He hunts fears. Feeds on negative energy and human terror.”

She swallowed hard, blinking those beautiful grey eyes at me with anxious confusion and horror. Her body trembled slightly, and all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms and make her mine, completely and forever.

“I’m not a monster who devours your dreams, Eveline,” I said softly, leaning so close that my lips brushed her ear, “I simply make them better. Remember that. And well… I enjoy seeing you squirm under me. Being dominated.”

I caught her chin firmly, squeezing her cheeks just enough to make her glare at me with those storm-grey eyes. She growled suddenly, anger flaring in her chest like a dying candle burning its last flame.

“How many souls have you devoured, demon?” she hissed suddenly, her voice low and trembling, yet somehow infused with courage.

It made me smirk. Miraculously, she had found the strength within herself not to cower before me – the creature she now knew I truly was.

Though deep down, I could feel her limbs struggling against an invisible fear that pulsed through her veins.

I pulled her closer against my chest, wrapping my arm tightly around her waist as my grin widened like a Cheshire cat. “I don’t remember the exact amount,” I whispered, letting the dangerous undertone drip into my words. “Why do you ask? Want me to take yours too… hmm?”

“Get lost, demon.” Her eyes flashed with defiance as she dropped her gaze to my hand gripping her chin. Then, in one swift movement, she bit me. Hard.

Her teeth sank into the flesh between my thumb and palm, and a sharp sting shot through my nerves. I let out a dark laugh that rumbled in my chest.

“Naughty kitten…” I murmured, grinning as I brought my hand up to my lips and slowly licked the tender spot where her teeth had marked me, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood. My tongue traced the small indentations she left as if savoring her rebellion. “Naughty… naughty little thing…”

She shivered at my tone, her eyes widening just slightly before narrowing again in anger. But the scent of her fear mixed with her stubbornness only made my cock twitch harder with desire. She didn’t even know what she was awakening inside me.

“I don’t want to dream about you… please…

go away… I… I must not stray from my true path.

Understand?” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“You… you’re just… what do you want from me anyway?

” She swallowed, her hands trembling as she clutched the thin sheet around her naked body.

I chuckled darkly, brushing a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, letting my fingers trail down her flushed cheek.

“You, I want you…” I whispered, “You know that I’m the only one who touches you at night so that you wake up wet…

” my lips curling into a smirk. “There are different demons, as you’ve already realized…

many like to feed on nightmares, but demons like me…

we seek energy in pleasure. You know, for some personal reason, you’re just… easy prey.”

“Prey, right?” She snorted, pouting her lips in that adorable way, brows furrowed deeply with disgust and stubborn resistance. Clearly, she didn’t like that word.

“Hmm… let’s rephrase,” I said, feigning contemplation, tracing circles against her bare shoulder with my thumb.

“I’ve been living in this monastery for centuries.

People here abstain from sex and suppress all passionate impulses – celibacy, in your understanding.

For demons like me, it’s easy to slip into their minds in the form of erotic dreams and watch these pure nuns beg for the very sins they fear most. It’s…

amusing to me, you know… and their souls are the sweetest when they finally break. ”

Her lips quivered as she swallowed again, anger and fear warring in her wide eyes. “And… and I didn’t give up, right? Is that why you’re so attracted to me?”

“Maybe…” I purred, leaning in so our noses almost brushed.

“I won’t give myself to you,” she hissed, pushing at my chest though her trembling hands barely moved me. “Don’t even think about it. Your perfect appearance won’t stand in my way of becoming a nun. You’ll see, demon.”

Her defiance was so beautiful it made my cock twitch painfully with desire. She was trembling like a captured dove, yet her eyes were steel. I let out a low laugh, throwing my head back as her words echoed deliciously through my mind.

“We will see, ashpetal…” I whispered darkly, a grin spreading across my face as I winked at her.

And then, before she could react, I simply disappeared – fading into thin air like smoke, vanishing from her vision as if I had never existed at all. But my scent remained, lingering on her skin, haunting her every breath with my presence.