Where the Dark Knelt Quotes

“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…”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“I could feel heat pooling between my legs fast and intense. My thighs pressed together, uselessly. Shame surged up my spine, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide from what I was feeling.
And then I realized my mouth was open.
He noticed.
A gloved hand reached out slowly, not to harm, but to hush. He touched my chin with surprising gentleness and placed one finger against my lips.
“What did you see?” he whispered, his voice low, husky, dangerous and magnetic. “An angel… or something else?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Shhh…” she hushed me, then leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “Be a good boy and fuck me again.”
Pause.
“Rough.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Oh shit, Desmond… you want to kill me…” she panted out, trembling in the ropes.
“No, babe,” I purred darkly, leaning close to her ear, “I just want to leave you breathless, with my name on your lips as the last thing you ever scream. Not a safe word. My name. Understood?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“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?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“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.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Desmond! That was a new dress,” I hissed in a whisper, but he only grunted against my neck, breathing heavily.
“I’ll buy you a better one then.” His finger slid inside me and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Ashpetal, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you on this bike again.”
She just laughed in my face. “It’s settled, then.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“My bad girl who only ever wanted to be good… for me.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“What a woman…” I muttered under my breath. “The damn devil himself would envy me.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Who was I meant to be?
The answer seemed obvious, yet unbearably painful.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Do you really… do you really want to be mine?”
I felt tears prick my eyes at the raw vulnerability in his voice. I swallowed hard, my chest aching with the truth that bloomed like fire through my veins.
“I… I think so… damn it, Desmond… I think I do…”
And with that confession, something deep inside me, something I’d buried under all my fear and anger and loneliness, finally bloomed into life. It wasn’t just lust anymore. It was love. Raw, terrifying, beautiful love.
And as he held me there, his lips pressing trembling kisses to my neck, I realized I didn’t care if it destroyed me.
Because I wanted him. All of him. Forever.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“It’s torture, Desmond…” I breathed, my whole body aching to finish, to do anything but stand here full of him and pretend I was still whole.
His low laugh was pure sin. “My favorite kind of torture.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“He really was a demon. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I told myself it could be a delusion, a twisted fantasy of my sick mind. But no… he had been telling the truth. And to my own shock, I realized I wasn’t afraid anymore. If a demon had fallen in love with me… then I had already given him my body. The only question left was… would I give him my soul?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“I was already on my knees in front of him, staring up with parted lips, my breath ragged. He looked down at me with a malicious, hungry smile. “What is it, love? You want to taste me? You want my cock?” He brought the head to my lips, circling it around them, smearing pre-cum across my skin. It dripped down, cupping every beautiful, pulsing vein running along his shaft. My mouth flooded with saliva, so thick and warm it felt filthy and perfect.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“But his anger only turned me on more. His deep, rough voice. His dominance. The risk. It was fire and I wanted to burn.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest.
He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising into a feral growl as my dress whipped up to my knees, exposing my thighs to the cold morning air.
“It’s strange…” his deep voice rumbled against my back, amusement lacing each word. “A couple days ago, in your dreams, you were screaming, ‘Desmond, faster… more… more… yes… yes… harder, harder!”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“But life doesn’t follow our childish blueprints. It throws us down paths we never planned, and sometimes, those detours lead us to the only place we were ever meant to go.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“When I was a little girl, I imagined that by thirty, my life would be so different. Back then, around age eleven or twelve, I thought thirty was so grown-up, so far away, a magical age where everything fell into place. But as I approached thirty, and then crossed its threshold, I realized life was… nothing like I had dreamed.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“You’ll be mine, babe. You’ll be…” slap
“You’ll be…” slap
His tongue slid over my neck, licking the spot where he’d bitten me.
“You’ll be mine.” slap”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“He charged at me, grabbing me by the neck. I flinched as he lifted me slightly off the ground. The witch just watched, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like this was some trivial drama she’d seen a hundred times.
“Oh, darling,” he hissed, voice low and venomous like a snake ready to strike, “you can’t just do that to demons. Did you really want to get rid of me?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“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…”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“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?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Ashpetal…” I repeated quietly, almost tasting the word. “Why do you call me that?”
His lips twitched into a gentle, knowing smile. “Well… don’t you look like that flower?” His voice softened, threading through my chest like a prayer and a curse at once. “You burned out during your lifetime, turned into ashes… but you’re still burning inside. That light in your heart is almost gone, but it’s still there. It just… it just needs a spark to resurrect.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Our Satan… he’s more like the orgies guy. He’s all about rock and metal bands, not hunger and war like your God. Parties with hot demons and demonesses, wild nights, bathing in hot springs completely naked… that’s his style.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“Then let’s walk in the garden,” the blond begged, still on his knees. “It’s stuffy in here.”
“Stuffy? Or are you being strangled by demons in a monastery for your sins?” I teased. “Hmm... interesting concept.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“He was so handsome it hurt to look at him, glowing with that masculine confidence and raw sexuality”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“If there is no love, there is no problem… right?”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“A prayer… to whom?
To a god who would not hear her.
Or to a demon who already did.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt

“It began to feel as if she could take my soul instead… if there was such a thing for a demon like me. The thought was terrifying. But it was also… intoxicating.”
― Dari A. Malaunt, Where the Dark Knelt