Page 61 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

Desmond

Eveline didn’t yet know that after dinner, we were headed to a very special place I had acquired in this city. The kinky club business was surprisingly lucrative, exclusive parties by invitation only, strict guest selection, and annual fees running into hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I smiled at her meaningfully, and she frowned, suspicious.

“What are you smiling at, you sly fox? Got something brewing in that demonic head of yours?”

I nodded, grinning.

“I’ve wanted to take you to a place very important to me for a long time,” I said, “but I thought you weren’t quite ready yet. Judging by that blush on your cheeks and how you’ve been acting these last few days... I think you are.”

She swallowed nervously, blinking. “Are you… proposing to me?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, darling. It’s better than a marriage proposal.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “What could be better than that?”

I bit my lower lip, smiling devilishly. “A cock and heart proposal.”

She laughed loudly, attracting a few curious glances, then stood up. “I accept. Let’s go to your secret place.”

“You’ll see.” I took her hand and led her to the exit, where a sleek black car waited. Inside, a bottle of sparkling rosé sat chilled, her favorite.

She looked at it wide-eyed. “Desmond... are you serious? For me?”

I nodded, savoring a sip of the finest wine I’d ever tasted.

“Yeah. And I’m thinking of buying out an entire winery just to please you. I even renamed this one after you.”

Her lips parted in surprise and delight.

“That’s not all.” I reached under the seat and pulled out a dress — long, silk, with a daring slit up the leg.

It hugged the hips, curved around the waist, and left little to the imagination.

When her nipples hardened, the delicate fabric would reveal their shape beneath, gray, shimmering like ashes from stars or distant galaxies.

The matching designer lingerie came with it.

Her eyes darkened as she licked her lips, pulling out the dress and admiring it for a long moment.

The driver remained silent as he pulled away, heading toward the kinky club where an exclusive party awaited us. Naturally, we were the main guests.

“Um...” she frowned, glancing around. I realized she wanted to change clothes but we weren’t alone.

I signaled the driver, and with a quiet click, he slid down the partition latch between the driver and passenger compartments, sealing us off from him and the outside world completely.

She smiled silently, a quiet thank you, and began to change.

As soon as she was naked, she turned her back to me, bending forward playfully, her ass wagging teasingly right in front of my face.

I couldn’t resist, I pressed my lips to her pussy, making her gasp.

My tongue traced over her glossy, sweet folds, coaxing a soft moan from her lips just as she slid her panties back on.

Then she turned to face me. I kissed and licked each of her breasts, marking her as mine. “My ashpetal… how much I love you… you have no idea.”

“Should I stay in this outfit?”

“You could walk around naked for all I care… but killing everyone who looks at you would be a bit extreme. So many souls wasted on murder.” I clicked my tongue, and she bit her lip, nodding.

“You really are a demon.”

“That I am.” I ran my long, forked tongue over my lips, then over my fangs, devouring her with my gaze. Her cheeks flushed, burning all the way to her ears.

“Can you help me fasten my dress?” She licked her lips, and I eagerly dressed her slowly, deliberately wrapping her body in silk and shadow. When I zipped it up, she gasped.

“Open up.” I ordered the driver. The curtain slid back, unveiling the night cityscape in all its glowing glory.

She gasped again, tears springing to her eyes as we passed the moment the Eiffel Tower lit up in a sparkling display. She jumped up and pulled me to the hatch, clutching me tight.

I rose with her and wrapped my arms around her as we stopped beneath the tower, watching the glittering lights. To me, it was just a pile of metal, but to her, it was a masterpiece. Around us, lovers kissed and laughed beneath the glowing iron giant.

I pulled her back inside the car, and she sank onto my lap, biting my lips in a fierce kiss of gratitude.

“Everything here is so beautiful. I love this city, Desmond. Being here with you… it’s like living a dream.”

“Dreams must come true, love. And I’ll do everything to make you happy, every single day.” I kissed her deeply.

Minutes later, the car pulled up to the kinky club. My dick was throbbing, desperate to taste her perfect pussy and make her mine again.

The neon sign flickered: Kinky Club L’amour.

Eveline blushed, biting her lip. “Isn’t that what I think it is?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I smirked.

“Well… yes. But I’ve never been to a place like this. It’s… unusual.”

“I told you I’d give you both my dick and my soul.”

“You said heart, but soul?” She blinked, then stopped as we entered the club, the hallway dim, draped in red light and shadows.

“It’s a metaphor, ashpetal. Humans can’t own demon souls.”

“I thought I was going to be special!”

“You already are.” I kissed her lips and took her hand. “Follow me.”

The guards let us through immediately, they knew me by sight, and Eveline had absolutely no idea where she really was or what to expect.

I led her through the shadowy red corridors of the club, heart pounding in sync with hers.

When we finally reached the stage, darkness blanketed the space at first, except for a big red leather chair bathed in crimson light, the perfect throne for the night’s pleasure.

Eveline gasped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but I pulled her forward and the crowd erupted in applause.

Yes… tonight, we were the main event.

The host’s voice boomed, announcing us as the featured couple. I guided her gently into the chair, seating her with deliberate care. She grabbed my black shirt with a fierce grip, pulling me close.

I laughed softly, leaning in. “What is it, darling?”

“Are we… on stage? In front of all these people?”

“Yes. You’re the star of the show.”

“The show?” Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock and wonder.

“We’re in the kinky club. Our kinky club. Now, give me the chance to give you the pleasure you deserve, the royal pleasure.”

“Royal?” she whispered, trembling slightly, her lovely gray eyes flickering red in the crimson light, as if the demon inside her had awakened.

I trailed my tongue along her neck, leaving soft kisses that made her body start to relax. My hands found her nipples, teasing and coaxing them until they hardened beneath my touch. Her legs spread wide in the chair, and I sank to my knees, ready to taste the sweetest flavor in the universe — her.

Lifting the slit of her dress over her flawless legs, exposing every inch of silky skin, I heard the crowd sigh and murmur with anticipation. They were ready for this.

I spread her legs wider, licking my lips as I noticed the dampness at the seams of her panties. Slowly, deliberately, I slid them aside. As they fell onto her lap, I bit gently, pulling them down with my teeth, then traced my tongue along her perfect legs.

She gasped at what she saw, how vulnerable, how delicious she was.

I brought the panties to my nose, inhaling her scent, the intoxicating aroma of arousal mixed with her unique essence. I rolled my eyes with pleasure as the crowd howled in delight, men and women alike gathered for this performance.

“Are you ready?” I asked, watching her lips tremble. She nodded, biting her lower lip nervously, anticipation radiating from her every pore.

I kissed a slow trail up from the inside of her thighs, savoring every inch of her smooth skin until I reached the shimmering heat between her legs.

Inhaling deeply, I buried my face into her wetness, starving for her touch as my tongue moved in wild, chaotic strokes.

She squirmed uncontrollably in the chair, grabbing my hair, clutching it tightly, while soft moans escaped her trembling lips.

I played with her taut pearl — the clitoris piercing — circling it in multiple directions with the tips of my forked tongue.

Her eyes rolled back, hips pressing forward desperately, trying to straddle my face. She slipped off the chair, but I yanked her back firmly.

A guttural growl of pleasure escaped me as my tongue dove deep into her throbbing tunnel.

She moaned my name so sweetly, so rawly, that I could feel myself ready to explode right there.

When she pulled my hair harder, I growled low.

“Do you want me inside?”

“Yes, I want to.”

She lifted my head, fingers tangled in my hair, and pressed her lips to mine. The crowd around us began to mimic the movement; sounds of kissing filled the hall, electrifying the air.

I gripped her throat, pulling her up by force. Her eyes flared with fire, and she hissed playfully, biting my lips fiercely as we switched places. Now I sat on the chair, and she quickly slipped out of her dress, tossing it aside. She climbed onto me, straddling me face to face.

“No, love, not like that.”

I smiled and gently turned her around, positioning her the special way so the audience could see her perfectly, her wetness glistening as I pushed inside her. The crowd watched in silent hunger as our juices mingled.

She gasped when I spun her forcibly and slid my cock out. Arching her back, she no longer endured the wait.

I began to enter her slowly, teasing every inch, and with each centimeter, her back arched higher. Her moans fanned the flames inside me, louder and louder.

“More… please, more…”

I signaled her hips to move, knowing exactly what she wanted — small, teasing movements that made her utterly focused on me. She didn’t care about the outside world; in that moment, she only cared about us.

I kissed her neck and slowed my pace, thrusting once, twice, then three times, then easing in terribly slowly so she’d moan with mock indignation. The crowd echoed her gasps and sighs, soaking in every second.

When her walls clenched tightly and faster, she neared orgasm, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath, teetering on the edge.

I sped up, driving faster and harder, our bodies moving in wild rhythm, everyone feeling the rising crescendo.

We all came together, the crowd, her, and me.

I spilled inside her, then slowed to gentle movements until I was utterly spent.

When I pulled free, my seed dripped from her, tracing a wet line down my thighs onto the leather chair.

The crowd erupted in cheers and heavy breaths.

Eveline surrendered to me completely, kissing me deeply, making me moan in response.

“Damn… that was incredible,” I whispered between kisses.

“Yeah, amazing… I want more.”

“If you want more,” I murmured, “then admit you’re mine and mine alone, love. And that sooner or later, I’ll own your soul.”

“Dream on, demon!” she giggled, biting my lips, grinding her slick heat against me.

“You’d rather give it to me, than I give it to you…”

Her words cut deeper than I expected.

She was supposed to sell her soul to me. But somehow, somewhere between her moans and madness... I had already sold mine to her.

THE END.