Page 46 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

The melody quickened under his skilled fingers, rising towards its climax. I watched his elegant hands move effortlessly, the veins along his forearms dancing with each shift and press of the keys.

Then, with a final echoing note, everything went silent.

I gasped softly at the raw beauty of it. Of him.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, intertwined in the moonlit silence, slow and deliberate, as if neither of us wanted to disturb the moment.

“Will you play with me?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and rough with quiet intensity.

“I… I don’t remember how to play,” I confessed, my gaze dropping to the keys. “Honestly… I’ve forgotten everything.”

He chuckled softly, leaning forward until his breath brushed against my ear.

“Fingers always remember,” he murmured. “Especially if you’ve played this piece before… you know it, deep down.”

“I’ve heard about it, but…” I shook my head softly, trailing off.

In one fluid movement, he squeezed my waist and shifted me from the edge of the bench, pulling me right between his parted legs. His thighs closed around me firmly, holding me there.

This time, I noticed he wasn’t in his usual leather biker gear. Instead, he wore fitted black trousers and polished dress shoes, paired with his unbuttoned white shirt and silver chains that shimmered under the moonlight.

It surprised me.

“Why are you dressed like that today?” I asked quietly over my shoulder.

He moved closer until I felt his chest press lightly against my back. His warm breath fanned over my cheek as he brushed my hair aside, exposing my neck. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the spot where he had bitten me before, an angry mark I had almost forgotten about.

A small sting shot through me at his touch, but the pain was wrapped in something strangely tender.

“I’m sorry… for biting you,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was husky with regret and want, sending shivers down my spine. “I lost control… just a little.”

He paused, then rolled his hips forward against me. I felt the hard length of him press against my tailbone through his trousers. My breath caught in my throat as heat pooled low in my stomach, my body responding instantly.

“And as for my outfit…” he continued, his voice curling with playful darkness. “… I dressed like this because I wanted to please you. Show you my… gentlemanly behavior tonight.”

I let out a trembling laugh. “Yes… just like a gentleman from the 1900s playing piano in his suit.”

“Mmm.” He chuckled, his lips brushing down the side of my neck. “But you… came on a date completely unprepared.”

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, but his hands were already moving, lifting the thin cotton hem of my white nightgown slowly up my calves, past my knees, to the tops of my thighs.

The cool night air met my heated skin, making me gasp softly.

His fingers followed the path of exposed flesh, each touch searing me like a brand.

When he reached my hips, he paused. His palms skimmed up my bare thighs, and I felt his breath hitch behind me as his fingers brushed higher… closer… until he realized.

I wasn’t wearing panties.

A low hiss escaped his lips, sharp and animalistic against my ear. “Damn, Eveline… is that for me?”

“Maybe for you,” I replied breathlessly, defiant despite my flushed cheeks. I snorted lightly and placed my hands on the piano keys to steady myself, the cold ivory grounding me even as my body burned.

He let out a low, dark laugh behind me, the vibration of his chest against my back making my nipples tighten under the thin fabric.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice dripping with lust. “You’re beautiful…

so fucking beautiful. But next time…” His hand slipped between my thighs, parting them just slightly as his fingertips teased along my glossy folds, making me jolt with a strangled moan.

“… next time, come naked. You’ll save me the trouble. ”

His mouth descended to my neck again, biting lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue, as his other hand moved to cover my chest, squeezing softly through the thin cotton until my head fell back against his shoulder with a whimper.

“If someone had seen me naked at night in a monastery,” I breathed out shakily, trying to keep my composure, “… they’d think I’d completely lost my mind… and send me to a mental hospital instead of an exorcist.”

He laughed deeply against my skin, his fingers sliding through my wetness and circling my clit with agonising slowness.

“Maybe,” he whispered, kissing my earlobe softly. “But at least I’d get to visit you there… and fuck you in their little sterile rooms until you really do go insane.”

“Will you play for me?” he whispered against my skin, his lips brushing softly over my neck before leaving another burning kiss there.

As he spoke, his thumb pressed down firmly on my clitoris, beginning a slow, torturous massage that made my thighs tremble.

I swallowed hard, my pulse thudding wildly in my chest. With shaking fingers, I tried to find the keys, forcing myself to remember the melody I hadn’t played in so many years. Each note stumbled out awkwardly at first, my hands fumbling and slipping as heat coiled tight in my core.

“Don’t stop…” he murmured darkly. “I’ll caress you while you play.”

He bit down gently on my earlobe, making me gasp, before licking a slow, wet line down my neck to that sensitive spot just above my collarbone. The feeling sent electric sparks down my spine.

My breathing turned ragged. My fingers wouldn’t obey me, faltering over each note, my mind barely able to focus on the keys with his relentless thumb circling me. I let out a soft whimper, my hips shifting helplessly against his hand.

Then, with his left hand, he reached around me, placing his long fingers over mine on the piano. He began to accompany my stumbling melody with a low, rich harmony, filling the empty room with a sound that was both haunting and beautiful.

“See?” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Just like that… don’t think… just feel it.”

His fingers on the piano moved with such effortless grace, guiding mine, while his right hand never stopped its maddening pace between my legs.

I let out a trembling moan, the music blurring in my ears as pleasure consumed me.

“Oh my God…” I gasped out when, without warning, he slid one long finger inside me. My walls clenched around him instantly, my entire body jolting at the sudden intrusion. A wave of goosebumps rippled over my skin, my hands freezing on the keys.

“I told you,” he growled softly, his voice curling with dark arrogance. “There’s no God here… just me. Worship me, darling. Please…”

There was something almost wounded in the way he said it, something vulnerable buried beneath his commanding tone, and it made my chest ache with longing.

“Desmond…” I breathed out, his name slipping past my lips like a prayer. “Desmond… Desmond…”

It tasted like honey and sin on my tongue. I leaned back against him, feeling his hard chest pressing against my back, his scent wrapping around me like smoke.

With my eyes closed, my fingers began to move again on the keys, muscle memory flooding back as the melody finally emerged in full. It poured out of me in trembling waves, imperfect but real, and it felt like something long dead within me was waking up again.

“Good girl…” he whispered against my neck, kissing me softly as his fingers thrust into me deeper, curling just right.

He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me so perfectly that my moans turned into broken cries.

We moved together like that, my trembling hands playing the piano while he fucked me slowly with his fingers, his other hand guiding my melody with effortless grace.

The room filled with music and gasping breaths, the broken song of a nun and her demon lover at midnight, drowning out the silent darkness around us.

And I realized then… that the music was not for God, or for the monastery, or for my salvation. It was only for him. For Desmond.

For the demon who made me feel alive.

“Damn,” he growled low in his chest, fingers curling inside me as my walls clenched tight around him. “You can’t even take two fingers together… so narrow…”

He let out a ragged exhale, his hips grinding against me, and I felt his cock press firmly into my lower back. My eyes widened as my mind scrambled to comprehend the sheer size of him.

“How are you gonna…” he chuckled darkly, voice dripping with arrogant amusement, “…take my eleven-inch cock in you, darling… oh…”

He swung his hips again, pressing the hard length against me, and a shiver shot up my spine. Now, with his words and the feel of him, I realized with terrifying clarity just how massive he was. It felt like he was hiding a damn sword in his pants.

“Are you… wearing a sword in your pants with that size?” I hissed out breathlessly, half-joking, half in shock.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my back. Then his long, hot tongue ran along the front of my neck, sending goosebumps down my chest. The cool metal of his tongue piercing contrasted with the heat of his mouth, creating a delicious aftershock with every pass.

“Yes…” he purred, his voice deepening into a growl. “I’m ready to work… and defend… but only for you, love. Only for you.”

He bit down gently on my ear, making me gasp, before soothing it with a soft lick. The dual sensation made my entire body arch back into him involuntarily.

By now, I was so wet that it felt like the entire wooden bench beneath us was soaked in my slick.

The piano melody faltered and died away, leaving only the sounds of our ragged breathing and the obscene squelching as his fingers thrust in and out of me relentlessly.

Each smooth movement sent hot pulses of pleasure shooting through me, tripling the intensity of my arousal.

I felt my release coil tighter and tighter, my body ready to shatter.

“Oh… Desmond…” I moaned his name, my voice breaking.