We kiss for what seems like forever before I lean over even more and move myself over to his lap. My body is cursing with blood fire as I feel his hands wondering my body, hitching up my dress to reveal my stockings. Tenderly, his finger caresses the flesh above my stocking line, shocking me with those electric stimulations again.

"You always look so sexy in stockings Anna." He utters breathlessly. I giggle a little before latching myself to his mouth again.

My hands begin to wonder to his trousers undoing the button and struggling to undo his zipper. I could already feel his erection growing beneath me. He was wanting me; his body was wanting me. He helps me with his zipper allowing my hand with better ease to go inside his boxers, springing his erection free for me.

His hands are on my behind, squeezing my ass cheeks. His index finger twiddling with the mesh fabric, before his whole hands go underneath the material.

He watches me, fixated on my actions as I take my hand and spit on it and dart it down to massage my saliva all over his erection. Stroking him up and down with my hand. He moans into my mouth and it just turns me on even more. Making me wetter and wetter.

"Tell me you love me again." I whisper into his mouth.

"I love you." He murmurs back as he moves my hands to rest on his broad shoulders. One of his hands moves back between my legs pushing my panties to the side, his skilled fingers collecting my juices, "I love you more than you know Annabelle."

Unexpectedly, he slams me down into him making me cry out a sweet melody of moans. The exquisite fullness seems almost unbearable at first. Once I get accustomed to having him inside me, I start riding him. Moving up and down as much as the small space around us allows me.

His hands still resting on my behind, he gives it a quick, hard and loud spank causing me to gasp for air. The stinging sensation prickling my skin. He does it again, and again. Then massaging the tingling skin.

As I ride him, I keep supporting myself on his shoulders, clasping, trying to dig my nails into him through his coat. We moan into each-others ears as I get engulfed by the sweet sensations of us fucking in my car.

He starts moving me and pushing my hips into him, causing us to move, really move. I surrender myself to the relentless rhythm, savouring each up and down movement. His breathing ragged losing himself in me as I lose myself with him.

"Oh, Anna," he moans, his teeth grazing my jaw and I come hard around him. He stills, clutches me, and follows suit.

We sit still, panting. He is still inside of me and I can feel his cum filling me up. I can tell that he is spent as he nozzles himself into the crook of my neck. His heavy breath tingling my sensitive skin.

I look around through the windows of my car in the hope that no soul was passing by, watching and hearing us fuck outside the cemetery.

"Don't worry, nobody was watching."

I giggle, "I can't believe we just did that."

"And maybe we'll do it again in the future," he smirks.

He scans my face as if he is admiring every inch of me, and I do the same. His hand runs to my hair, playing and twisting the long brown strands around his fingers.

"You are so beautiful to me."

A wide grin appears on my mouth as I cup his face with my hands, pushing his thick, soft hair back.

"Hmm, you're quite handsome yourself."

He grins back at me.

"Come on we should get home."

He gently causes me to rise my hips, making me wince as he eases himself out of me. I fix my panties and roll back over to the driver's seat.

"You okay to drive?" he asks me with the biggest smile plastered on his face. I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself too much," I humour him and start driving back to my place.

Back in my apartment, I have Damien sitting on the barstool to the kitchen island watching me cook. I wanted to make something quick and easy so pot beef and broccoli it is. Damien kept asking if I wanted some help, but I kept declining. I needed to give myself something to do.

I manoeuvre myself around the kitchen doing my thing and while I cook, Damien and I mainly talk about what he has been doing the past few days, in hell that is. I am amazed and trying my hardest to make sure my jaw doesn't drop to the floor. I guess torturing sinful souls is not the only activity in his job description. He is the very gate of death and must claim all souls and control demons etc etc etc.

"Why are you so surprised?" he laughs at me.

"I never though the devils job description would be so thorough," I say as I place down some mats onto the marble table-top and go back to the stove, giving the beef a one last stir on the pan before turning it off and putting all the food onto our plates.

"Watching you cook is quite the view you know, if only your dress was off."

He says this with such a big grin on his face causing me to roll my eyes at him.

"You need to get your mind out of the gutter."

I put our plates in front of him, walk around the island and sit on the bar stool next to him.

"That's very difficult to do when I'm around you," he says as he picks up his fork and takes his first mouth full. I watch him eat. The way his jaw would move as he chew was mesmerising to me. I bit on my lip at the thought of what he is able to do with his mouth.

"You're not going to eat your own chef-d'oeuvre?"

"Of-course I am," I reply and quickly dig into the food.

This was good, just having two people, intimately in love with each-other doing normal things like eating dinner together. I could say it a million times with how much I missed him.

We eat in taciturnity for a little while, I was hungry after my hysteria and all the fucking in my car. We simply enjoyed each-others company in silence, much like a normal couple.

"How has work been?" Damien asks me all of the sudden. I stop eating fiddling the food around my plate with my fork.

"Good."

"Just good?"

"I don't know what you want me to say, unlike you my job is quite boring."

I lift my eyes up from my food onto his, he is staring me down with curiosity.

"I always want to know every detail of your day." He looks back at his food and begins eating again. I do the same except refuse to eat anymore. The thought of ghost girl comes haunting me.

"If you must know, we have a new intern girl."

"What's she like?"

"Invasive." Very invasive.

I can feel he is looking back at me again, the drop of his fork onto the plate being very perceptible to my ears.

"Invasive in what way?"

I take a mouthful of my food and make him wait as I chew on it. I can tell he isn't pleased about my making him wait for his reply.

"She just gives me the creeps."

I suddenly lost my appetite taking about her. I drop my fork and push my plate to the side. I twist myself around in my barstool so that my body is facing his. His eyes wide ogling me. His eyebrow is slightly raised. He's waiting for an explanation.

"She looks like a living corpse and she would ask such intrusive questions like where I live..."

"You didn't tell her, did you?" His body is suddenly tense.

"Of-course not, I'm not an idiot," I snap too harshly.

"I never said you were."

"Then don't imply it."

I stand up from the bar stool, collect my plate and walk over to the trash under the sink, throwing out the remains.

"What's her name?" he asks me with genuine novelty.

"Nina Nipus," I reply as I wash my plate clean, putting it on the drying rack.

"I'll have my advisor look into her."

"Thank you but you don't have to do that."

I can't believe his advisor can do all of these things. First, he is his chauffeur, and now his personal gumshoe? I can't help but snort to myself thinking about this. But I don't get why we can't just google her; she is bound to have some kind of social media.

I walk over to the island again leaning on top of it with my upper body, supporting myself with my arms crossed.

"You don't feel comfortable around her, who knows who she is, even if she is who she says she is, her name sounds off."

He begins eating his food, scraping the plate clean. I watch him do it like the creep that I can be with him.

"Do you have your advisor do everything for you?"

"It's part of his job Anna," he says his voice sounding oh so bossy. He takes a sip of water.

I raise my eyebrow at him, allowing my hand to prop up and letting my chin rest in the palm of my hand as I admire the devilish beauty in front of me. I smile thinking about how I have managed to get the devil to come to my home, my bed!

"What are you smiling at?"

He grabs his plate and stands up.

"Oh, I'm just admiring how I managed to allure the devil."

He walks over to the sink washing his plate, putting it away and walks right over to me. His arms wrap around my waist. Following suit, I let my hands rest on his shoulders.

"You didn't just allure the devil Anna; you have bewitched him."

I giggle leaning over to kiss him. Pulling him closer to me as my fingers fiddle with his hair. The way he is kissing me is having fireworks shoot up all around me. All different colours, igniting a spark between the two of us.

"Let's take a bath," he murmurs once we pull away. I lick and bite my lower lip flapping my eyelashes as I look up at him.

"Don't you have some royal duties to attend to?"

"Not tonight."

Hesitantly, I take his hand and follow him into my bathroom, not locking the door completely. I was feeling a little nervous about the idea of taking a bath again. I haven't done that since the bathtub incident. Fuck, do I tell him about it? Will he be able to sense my apprehension about this activity? I mean, of-course I wanted to take a bath with him. Having our wet naked bodies touching so intimately, romantically, was always a big yes but what if I start getting those odd visions again.

I watch as he turns on the faucet, turning it so that only hot water is filling up the bathtub. He squeezes some bubbly soup into the running water and it almost instantaneously begins to foam. I feel like I should begin undressing myself, but I just cannot help but watch the way his muscles contract as he moves his figure.

He turns his body right round to look at me. He takes of his sweater and I can't help but admire him and his physique. He always does this simple act with such flawless effort, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair to push it back and out of his eyes. He then proceeds to take off his trousers, dropping them to the floor. Following the same process with his socks and boxers. Now, this glorious man standing before me is completely naked.

He walks over to me with a side smile, "Turn around."

I oblige like a submissive puppet turning away to face the mirror. I watch as he unzips my dress, pulling the short sleeves off of my shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. I support myself by stretching my hands out onto the sink as I step out of it. He is pressing himself into me as he lifts his eyes and looks back at me in the mirror. Our eyes meeting each-other.

The smile on his face widens even more as I stand before him in my black lingerie and stockings. His hands reach over to my chest, brushing against my breasts until he unclips the front buckle of my bra, springing my breasts free. Tenderly, he removes my straps and lets it drop to the floor on top of my dress.

He twists me around by my waist to face him again and he drops to his knees. He places a gentle kiss on my skin just above the stocking line before he stars gliding it down. I giggle as I lose my balance having to lift my leg up for him a little, so I have to support myself by grabbing onto his shoulders. He repeats the same process with my other stocking.

Peaking up at me to see if I'm watching he places another gentle kiss on my belly above my panty line. I feel the effects of it in my groin making me gasp.

Slowly, he wraps his fingers around my panties and slides them down. I step out of them and watch as he stands back up to his feet. Cupping my face with his warm hands he kisses me. Lightly. Stepping back and admiring my nakedness.

"Come." He takes my hand and walks over to the bath, turning off the water. The bath was now full of bubbly foam spilling through to the rim. Using him as my support, I step into the bath. I let go of him and sit down. Ahh, the water was so warm, almost burning my skin.

He gets into the bath behind me, pushing me back up against him so that I am half laying on him. My head rests on his chest as he kisses the top of my head.

"I really missed you, you know."

"I know, I missed you too."

"But?" He's hesitant asking me this. He knows there is now a big but in our relationship.

"It's a lot to take in, all of this, all of you, it's like I have to get to know you all over again." My voice sounds dismal.

"Is there anything specific you'd like to ask? I'll answer all of your questions."

Where was I to start? There were so many burning topics I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know how it was possible that we could be together, so intimately, how it is possible that the very definition of evil is capable of love. I wanted to understand him and his thoughts. If he solved the demon problem he was talking about with Abba, will there be other devils he will make me meet? How many demons are walking the earth?

"Did you manage to solve the problem with your sex demons?" I smirk to myself knowing fair well he can't see.

"Of all the things you could ask, you ask this?" He chuckles. "However, yes, yes I did."

"What are these whole sex demons?"

"Well, they are minor demons that crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep, they are relentless in pursuit of their desire and grow violent when resisted." He stops to listen to my breathing increasing with shock. "They can reanimate corpses to have sex and impregnate their victims."

Holy fuck!

"What with like demon babies!" I'm scandalized. I try to twist my head back up to look at him, but it just strains my neck muscles.

"Yes, like demon babies." He chuckles at my ill knowledge. I pout as I watch him reach over for the soap, squirting it into his hand and foaming it up.

"How is it possible then that they can interact with humans in such a way?" I plead for more information. This was a thought-provoking topic.

"They use the body as a sort of, portal, but you don't have to worry yourself about the linguistics." His soapy hands begin to wonder my body, washing me clean, from my neck to my shoulders.

"Is that what you do? So that we can...err...you know"

"I'm different to a demon, I have more power and don't need to use portals." His hands now clean my chest and stomach area. My nipples hardening as he brushes over my breasts.

"Oh."

This doesn't quite answer my questions but it's a start to get me thinking more about all of this. It's quite the heavy topic, especially for such a tender moment like taking a bath together.

Damien pushes me gently off of him so he can wash my back. Then I twist around to face him as he washes my legs, massaging my little feet with his hands. I giggle trying to pull my leg away as it sends exciting prickles.

"Ahh, that tickles Damien!"

He laughs at me then moves onto the other leg repeating the same process.

"Don't tickle me! I know your weakness," I playfully threaten.

"Oh, but you are my weakness Annabelle."

I smirk at his response and shift myself over to him. Thankfully my bath is big enough to cause me to straddle him, just like I did earlier in my car.

I squirt some soap into my palms, foam it up and start cleaning him.

"My turn now." My hands wondering from his neck to the side of his broad shoulders. As my hands wonder down to his chest, I plant a quick and soft kiss on his lips before they wonder down to his abs.

I lean over, pressing myself into him as I stretch out my arms and wash his back. Just then Salem comes purring into the bathroom, stretching and jumping up onto the sink counter. Damien is surprised as he watches the cat.

"Does he follow you everywhere?"

"Yes."

I continue washing him, moving my way to his arms.

"Even the bathroom?" He turns his head around to face me again. I splash his body with water, washing away the soap.

"Yes." I peek up at Salem. Sitting straight up on guard, then back to Damien. "I think it's because of the incident," I say and immediately regret it as it will start a whole lot of new unnecessary worries for him.

"What incident!" He barks almost startling me.

I bite on my lip, hesitant as I think of what to say to him.

"A few days ago, I was in the bath and...and I guess relaxing under the water...err thinking, when I felt something pushing me down...when I opened my eyes, I saw a ghostly figure all pale and black greasy long hair." My voice sounds hoarse as I continue. "I felt like I was having some hallucination, but then Salem started hissing almost like he was able to see her too."

His body is tight with tension. My hands are resting on top of his shoulders as he stares wide-eyed.

"Damien, say something."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"It didn't really slip into the conversation."

All of a sudden, he pushes me off of him and stands up in the bath. He gets out, and not even properly drying himself off he wraps a towel around his hips. I am so confused at his action, what is he going to do? He opens the bathroom door completely and walks out into the living room.

Quickly, and clumsily, I get out of the bath, drying myself in double time. I put on my robe and walk out to find him picking up his phone, dialling a number and waiting for someone to pick up.

"What are you doing?"

I don't know why, but I'm feeling unnerved.

"That corpse like girl might've been a demon, maybe even the same one that tried to attack you in the forest."

He sounds wrathful at the situation but contained. He is holding himself up like the king that he is, with poise and calmness. How does he do that?

He's making me overthink this situation now. If it was the howling creature from the forest, how did it find me? How in the world did it know where I live? And what was it after? Does this mean I was no longer safe in my own apartment?

"Skyler call me back as soon as you get this! This fucking demon knows where Annabelle lives!" he growls into the phone.

"Who's Skyler?" I ask timidly.

"My advisor."

"Did you just leave him a voicemail?"

"Yes."

He puts his phone back on the kitchen counter and turns to me. I cannot tell what he's feeling but I can tell he is trying to calm down. He was angry. Perhaps he is still angry. His breathing has accelerated as I watch his chest move more prominently. His eyes are closed too as he tries to recollect himself.

I walk up to him and cup his face forcing him to look at me. "Open your eyes Damien."

He tries shutting them even tighter, looking almost like he is in pain. "Look at me."

His eyes shoot open and he painfully looks down at me. His eyes still a crystal blue but as I look more closely, I can see his pupils dilated, like he was on some form of ecstasy. Immediately I knew this was because his eyes probably turned black from all the intense emotions, that's why his eyes were closed, so that he wouldn't scare me again. Somehow, I wasn't scared though. I wanted to ease his worry.

"I'm okay, if it was her, or whatever demon it was...if they wanted to hurt me, they would've done it by now."

He pulls me into a tight hug, pressing me into him and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. I squeeze my arms around him as he plunges his face in my hair.

"I don't know what I would have done if something did happen, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"But nothing happened, I'm all in one piece."

He doesn't say anything.

"I'm sure you plan to keep me that way," I sneer with humour to try and lighten the mood.

He snorts and releases me from his embrace. His blue eyes now completely back to normal.

He presses his forehead against mines, and we stand like that in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Our silhouettes dimly lit against the walls from the streetlamps coming into the room from my open windows. Wordlessly, listening to each and every breath that we take. I want to kiss him right now, but somehow this moment feel much more intimate.

I don't know what I would do without this man in my life. He is the only person I have ever truly loved. Despite all of these secrets and problems that may arise from the burden of being the devil's girlfriend, I cannot imagine myself leaving him. It would hurt far too much. Why would two people leave each-other when they are so in love?

After our shared cherished moment, he kisses my forehead and pulls away looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"I'm going to stay over tonight; I hope you don't mind."

"Never."

I smile a reassuring smile at him. He smiles back.

"You should put some clothes on, I'll go empty the bath water and then we can go to bed."

He plants a quick kiss on my lip and pushes past me to go back into the bathroom. With a big yearn I make my way into my bedroom, closing the blinds and slipping into some pyjamas. When I turn back around Damien is standing in the doorway, in his boxers and holding our clothes, perfectly folded. He places them on my chest of drawers.

"You sure you don't want one of your shirts to sleep in?" I grin at him.

"I think I'm good, come to bed."

He pushes my plum bed sheets to the side, sits down on the bed and pats on the spot beside him. I walk over to the edge of the bed, climb on top and crawl over to be by his side. He pulls the covers up and over our bodies, pulls me in closer to him so that my behind is pressed right up against him. His arm wrapped around me, I clutch onto it like I am holding for dear life.

"I went to visit my father a few days ago?" I hum.

"How is he doing?"

"Good, but I'm curious..."

"Shhh Anna, he didn't do anything wrong, if he repents, he'll go to heaven, just like your sister."

I don't say anything more, instead I allow myself to fall asleep whilst in the safety of my unholy love's arms.