The Damned Demon - Chapter 705: Without You, I'd Have Been Lost

705 Without You, I’d Have Been Lost

Grace stepped quietly into the room where Asher stood, his attention focused on something displayed on his wrist device.

His expression was cool, thoughtful, as the dim light of the screen reflected off his sharp features. The moment he heard her approach, he turned, his gaze meeting hers.

“You were here all this time?” Grace asked softly, a warm smile spreading across her face as she walked closer, “Why didn’t you come with the others?”

Asher shook his head gently, turning off his wrist device, his eyes lingering on her, “I didn’t want to interrupt your reunion with your grandson.”

Grace let out a small laugh, her eyes shimmering with warmth, “That’s silly. You could never be an interruption to anything in my life.” She studied him for a moment before adding with a curious but appreciative gaze, “I was truly impressed, though. You had a Plan B in motion, didn’t you? Who helped you from the inside?”

Asher’s expression darkened slightly as he sighed, “Who else but Cecilia? She’s the only one I could count on to get this done, especially since we’re dealing with Derek.”

Grace’s smile faded, replaced by a look of concern, “Cecilia… You must have really charmed her for her to take that kind of risk. But now she knows, doesn’t she? She knows you’re connected to a demon cult. What if she decides to expose you?”

Asher leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms with a subtle nod, “She won’t expose me. She can’t. She’s too guilty about too many things herself. But that doesn’t mean I can take any chances. I need to deal with her and ensure she stays under control and continues being my puppet.”

Grace nodded, her lips curling into a brief, understanding smile, “Of course, you’ve already thought it all through. I trust you know how to handle her. I just…” her voice trembled slightly, “I feel relieved… that my grandson is with me again.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she continued, her voice breaking, “You not only saved him, but you brought him back to me—something I had long thought impossible. If not for you, Asher, none of this would have been possible. No one would have done what you did for a soul servant like me, let alone a demon. I’m indebted to you in ways I can never repay.”

Asher’s expression softened as he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, firm, “I didn’t do it for repayment, Grace. I did it because I care about you. You’ve suffered enough in this life, and I never want to see you go through that kind of pain again. You’ve done so much for me, and I know you’d have done it even if I hadn’t bound your soul to a contract. If not for your support in this world, I would have been lost.”

Asher remembered the time when he met Grace and how she silently supported him and gave it her all, even without him ordering it. She never even asked for any life crystals for herself but spent every single one for his sake, even if it meant cutting short her remaining life and suffering the pain of darkness devouring her body from within.

Without her, he wouldn’t have gotten this far on Earth.

Grace’s heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest as her eyes moistened further. She chuckled softly, wiping at the corners of her eyes, “Ah, you’re making this old woman all teary.”

She looked up at him with an endearing gaze, her voice becoming softer, more intimate, “I never thought I’d say this to a demon, but I care about you more than I’ve ever expected to. I’d devote every breath I have left to you.” Her eyes grew wistful as she added, almost in a whisper, “Sometimes, I wonder why I never sold my soul to you earlier… maybe we could have—”

“Mmh!!~”

Before Grace could finish, Asher suddenly leaned in and claimed her lips in a tender yet intense kiss.

Her eyes widened in shock, her words catching in her throat as his warmth spread over her. For a moment, her hand hovered in the air, frozen in disbelief. But as his kiss deepened, a flood of emotions she had long suppressed surged forward. Her heart melted under his touch, and slowly, her eyelids fluttered closed. Her wrinkly hand, trembling slightly, traced its way across his back as she embraced him fully, responding to his kiss with a fervor that had been buried deep within her.

Years of unspoken feelings, devotion, and longing poured out in that single moment, enveloping them both in a connection neither had anticipated.

Their kiss deepened, a dance of lips and tongues that spoke volumes of the emotions they had both kept hidden. Asher’s hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped her eyes, his touch a promise of protection and devotion. Grace’s fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing against his, the warmth of their connection a beacon in the dark room.

Asher’s hands moved gently, respectfully, tracing the lines of her graceful figure, his touch lingering on the soft curves that age had not entirely diminished. Her breasts, though no longer the voluptuous mounds of her youth, still held a gentle fullness that spoke of a beauty that transcended time.

Grace felt Asher’s hands roaming over her curves, his touch gentle yet firm, a dance of exploration and adoration.

But suddenly, she pulled back, her breath hitching as she looked away, a heavy expression casting a shadow over her elegant features. “I…I am too old for you,” she whispered, her voice laced with a vulnerability that seemed to echo through the quiet space.

Grace felt an indescribable shame since Asher was not only young but a powerful demon king. She already knew about his wives and women who all were otherworldly beauties and felt it embarrassing that an old woman like her was getting intimate with him. She was unfortunately a human and not a demoness like Rebecca who had a far superior lifespan.

Asher’s lips curved into a soft, understanding smile as he saw that even a wise and mature woman like Grace had such vulnerable moments and feelings. And it only served to endear her to him more. He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, a man approaching his mate with care and reverence.

He reached out, his hand gently lowering hers as he nudged her chin with the back of his finger, coaxing her to meet his gaze, “No matter how old you are, it doesn’t change how much we care about each other,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble that seemed to wrap around her like a comforting embrace, “So allow me to show you how much I care about you.”

Grace’s eyelashes fluttered, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the strength drain from her hands, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. Before she could protest further, Asher’s hands moved to the sash of her robe, his fingers deftly untying the knot. The silk whispered to the floor, a hushed surrender to the inevitability of their connection.

Asher’s gaze swept over her, his eyes tracing the lines of her body with a hunger that was tempered by a profound sense of awe, “You look so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a reverent hush in the face of her grace and elegance.

Grace stood before him, her naked body reflecting the passage of time and the beauty that comes with age. Her skin was soft and pale, like fine porcelain, marked with the faint lines of a life she had weathered through.

Her breasts, though no longer firm, were still full and graceful, their gentle slope an invitation to his touch. Her waist was slightly thickened yet slim, her hips rounded, her body a landscape of curves and valleys that spoke of a woman who had known love and loss, joy and sorrow.

Asher’s eyes lingered on the silver stretch marks that adorned her skin, the badges of her journey through life, and he found them beautiful, a mirror to her strength and resilience.

His gaze traced the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her belly, the graceful line of her supple thighs, and he felt a surge of lust, a deep need to claim her, to possess her, to worship her.

He reached out, his hands trembling, flexing as he cupped her breasts, their weight a comforting, grounding sensation in his palms. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, drawing out a soft gasp from deep within her. Grace felt a warmth spreading through her chest, mirroring the heat that bloomed in her cheeks as Asher’s hands explored her body. His touch was firm yet gentle, kneading her breasts with a reverence that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She had never realized that she missed out on this sensation for her entire life—the sensation of being touched, truly touched, by someone she cared for with all her heart.

Her breath hitched as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. The warmth in her chest intensified, a burning ember that threatened to consume her entirely. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of craving and vulnerability, a silent plea for more.

A seductive smile played at the corners of her lips as she whispered, “Since you don’t mind, I am not going to hold back.” With a sudden surge of confidence, she grabbed one of his hands and pushed it down, guiding it between her legs, where the heat of her pussy was evident. She wanted to feel him inside her already.

At the same time, she pulled him closer by his shirt, her lips claiming his in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

Asher was momentarily taken aback by her sudden fiery passion, but he quickly matched her fervor, his fingers dipping into her wet pussy, exploring her most intimate place with a skill that left her gasping for breath, though not surprised, despite him being young.

She ripped away his shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of his chiseled, muscular body, her touch a dance of exploration and adoration.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled back slightly, her eyes roaming over his exposed torso, a look of pure appreciation on her face, “You’re beautiful as well,” she murmured, her voice a soft, reverent whisper.

Asher’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with lust as he leaned in, his voice a low, husky rumble, “And you’re exquisite,” he replied, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drew out a soft, breathy moan from deep within her.

Unbeknownst to the two, Amelia had arrived at the cult hold, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as she wondered where Asher and Grace had disappeared to. She paused outside the nearest room, her senses tingling with a strange, hot energy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she leaned in, her eyes widening in shock as she caught a glimpse of the passionate scene unfolding within.

But her shock was short-lived as she sensed another presence in the corridor. She turned to see Remy walking towards her, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for someone.

Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as she quickly stepped away from the door, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just witnessed.

“Amelia,” Remy greeted, his voice a low, cautious murmur. “Have you seen Hellbringer or my grandma? I’ve been looking to talk to them together.”