Chapter One Hundred Fourteen

The water rapidly hit the rocks in a narrow stream. I watched it continuously flow. Nature is truly a miracle and the best way to refresh your mind. However, nothing can ease the anxiety of a current challenge. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ophelia had said about not seeing a trapped child there. The war that was soon to come entailed death and imprisonment.

What would I choose for my aunt when I wasn’t sure about her sins? Punishing an innocent would eat me up alive. There had to be a solution.

“There is, Cass,” Desmond spoke. For the past five minutes, gushing water was the only sound around us. “I brought you here to clear your mind. Don’t punish yourself because of Jane.”

With a lowered head, I walked up to Desmond. “I am sorry. Don’t you find this extremely troubling?”

“No.” Desmond shook his head. “Because the solution is obvious.”

“Which is what?” I said, desperate for anything.

“Jane hasn’t given us any proof of her innocence. We don’t trust anyone,” Desmond began. I was about to introduce a 'but' when he touched my lips. “No buts, Cass. We don’t have to kill her. All I am saying is that we don’t set her free until she gives us a valid reason. She could very well be involved in all this.”

I nodded. “Benedict could be hiding their son someplace else. He is not stupid. Something about her tears makes me want to trust her.”

“Don’t trust what you see. Tears are one weapon of evil. There is something you need to know. Something extremely strange,” said Desmond.

“Strange how? Did you see Aunt Jane perform witchcraft?”

Desmond stared into space, smacking his lips. “No. It wasn’t something that obvious. The thing I want to share with you is about Mason.”

Mason! I had completely forgotten about him. It was a miracle that he hadn’t called the cops on me yet. He wasn’t a bad person. Besides the forced kiss and the nasty comments, Mason had always been a gentleman.

“He might have called the cops if he remembered anything,” Desmond made a shocking revelation. “I wasn’t the one who erased his memory. He forgot it all himself. It seemed like he was under the influence of witchcraft. It wasn’t Mason who created the chaos. Someone made him do that.” I was speechless. It was all a trap. But for what? Benedict wanted to separate me from Desmond. He feared a challenge and war. “Cass.” Desmond massaged my hand. “Leave the worries to me. Whatever the truth is, I will get to the bottom of it. I promise.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, trusting him. His words put a sense of calmness in me. His dedication and efforts towards solving my problems made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“We left Becky’s apartment at an interesting moment.” I traced my finger on Desmond’s chest and batted my eyelashes at him. “Should we pick up from where we left off?”

Desmond’s lips spread into a devilish smile. “I have just the perfect place for that.” He grabbed the sides of my waist and pulled me in. Our lips touched, and the world went blank.

I thought it was because I had instinctively closed my eyes during the kiss. But no, something else had obstructed my vision. Before I could conclude, I found myself against a cold wall with fiery gold eyes staring at me. Those eyes were filled with lust and carried something else dangerous and familiar. It was the same sparkling energy that had wet my panties and made me want to surrender to all my sinful desires and give all of me to the sexy man before me.

“Do you know where we are, Cass?” Desmond’s breathy voice touched and vibrated intimate parts of my body.

“I don’t care.” I grabbed Desmond’s face and kissed him mercilessly. His tongue entered my mouth like an explosion of ecstasy, filling all of it. I caught that naughty thing between my teeth and taught it a lesson by biting it hard. He didn’t flinch from the pain because he felt none. I would bite every inch of him if he let me.

Desmond broke the kiss, but I glued my lips to his lips again. I wanted more of that sweet nectar his saliva contained. Feeling his tender, fleshy lips and moist tongue was my new passion. I wanted that and more. There was no end to my wishes with him. He was my everything, and with each passing day, I felt more connected to him.

Breathlessness forced me to let go. I gasped close to Desmond’s mouth. My lips were raised and swollen. I couldn’t tell how long we were locked in that kiss, and I had no intention of finding out. Time was irrelevant when I was with him.

“I love how thirsty you are for me. Look at where we are right now,” said Desmond, and the glow from his eyes vanished. I became aware of my surroundings. We were in a cozy wooden cabin.

I turned to Desmond to ask him a question about it. As soon as my gaze fell on him, I realized my hunger for him hadn’t decreased.

“Are you using your siren powers in a less obvious way? I don’t feel any different,” I said, shifting the blame onto him.

He came towards me at an unusual speed and locked his arms around my waist. “A spell can be broken. Resist me if you can,” Desmond challenged, air biting my mouth.

I was about to fight back with a witty comeback when all his clothes dropped onto the floor. Words jumbled in my head. From his arms to his abs, everything was perfectly sculpted. His gorgeous body should be declared a piece of art. I couldn’t stop ogling and imagining doing the naughtiest things to him. “It’s time to accept your innermost desires, baby. Loving someone is not a sin. It’s the strongest spell to exist on Earth. My siren powers took your mind off of the problems. After turning it off, I can feel you crave me even more. I don’t need it anymore. Our love is enough_”

I interrupted his speech by grabbing his member and rolling my tongue around it.

“Oh my! I saw you eying my manhood. It took you a split second to think and attack me,” said Desmond. His voice beamed with excitement.

“I don’t need permission to feel my man’s body,” I said, looking up while shamelessly licking my lips.

Desmond smiled and allowed me to continue. I devoured his member, doing everything one would do to an ice cream cone. I didn’t have to worry about getting my mouth dirty, as he had excellent control of his seed.

“Cass,” Desmond moaned my name, seizing a fistful of my hair. I got up feeling proud of myself. His release could be invisible. “It’s not.” Desmond bit his lips, touching his junk. “Nothing shoots out of my private parts after climaxing. We only release when we wish to procreate.”

“Thank God. I thought what I did wasn’t good enough for you,” I sighed.

“It is.” The corners of Desmond’s eyes lifted with a mischievous grin. “Thank you for taking care of my satisfaction. It’s time I do something for you as well.”

A sensation went up my clit, thinking about the blindfolded sexual encounter. “I would like that.”

“No, Cass.” Desmond placed a hand on my chest. “With me, you'll see pleasure beyond your imagination. I can do one more thing that a human man can’t. I was saving the best for the last.”

Excitement surged through my body. I wasn’t even surprised because my demon was full of it.

“Even though it excites me, you don’t need to prove your worth to me anymore. I have chosen you as my partner. Human men and other demons don’t interest me,” I said.

Desmond put his fingers under my ears. “You’re too sweet, baby. Are you ready to experience it now?”

“Should I take off my clothes? Or you’ll do it?” I asked.

“There is no need to do that.” He looked at me with a tight-lipped smile.

“What? Why?”

“Because this time, not only my manhood, but all of me will be inside you,” he explained.

“You mean inside my hole?” I questioned, terrified.

“Babe, no. I will enter your body in my spirit form to sexually charge and gratify you from within.” My eyes broadened. It was hard to imagine what he described. Desmond caressed my arm. “Don’t think about it. Let me show you. Feel it with your eyes closed.”

“Okay.” I gulped, shutting my eyes. That sexual act seemed dangerous and highly improbable.

Something cold touched my body. I felt it all over me. It wasn’t special until it changed into something warm and entered my bloodstream. I could feel it in every muscle, organ, and nerve. Desmond was inside me, and gosh, it was worth it. The feeling was like having a vagina everywhere and experiencing continuous orgasms in all of them.

The experience lasted for a short time, and I fell on the floor, gasping, moaning, and sweating with the intensity of ten sexual encounters.

“This is how it’s done, Cass,” Desmond’s voice came from within me. “I aim to perform just as well on the battlefield.”