“You know I’m not perfect. But you’re here for me anyway.”
When Emil rested his weight on top of him, between his legs, there was no fear left in Adam. As if it had been teased out of him with leeches and left behind on the Devil’s Rock. This man always thought about Adam first. He’d just lost his home, he’d suffered a bitter rejection, but he still came when Adam needed him most, to save him from Koterski, from the demon, maybe even from Adam himself.
They kissed again. And again. Emil’s tongue gained pace by the second, its penetration becoming more intense as he grinded against Adam, who pushed his hands under Emil’s top and squeezed his pecs before giving the pierced nipple some attention with gentle rubs. Soon, they would become one, and Adam couldn’t wait to gorge on all of Emil’s delicious flesh.
It was only then that he remembered the hand-shaped scars on Emil’s back and choked on air, briefly fleeing the kiss. “And the burns? What if that happens again?” he asked despite everything inside him wanting another taste of the delicious mouth.
Emil licked his lips, so close Adam wished they could melt together. “I don’t even care anymore. I need to be close to you. It’s like an infection eating up my brain. If I get burned again, it would have been worth it.”
The way his gaze pinned Adam to the blanket spoke of such raw honesty Emil could tell him pigs flew and Adam would have believed him.
Scents of nature mixed with the herby aroma of Emil’s skin. Adam could see it clearly now. One day, he’d want to top Emil too, but today, he craved to be a vessel for his man’s passion, to hide under him and give up all pretense of control.
He wanted to feel all of Emil’s lust unleashed on him. Not because of tricks, not with fake bravado. He wanted it right here, in the ancient forest where they belonged.
He pushed apart the folds of the jacket and rubbed Emil’s chest, which broke out in goosebumps as soon as the icy air perked up his dark nipples. They were like two ripe raspberries Adam wanted to taste, and he leaned in, nipping and pulling at the pierced one as Emil stirred above him with a gasp.
“You want me to get pneumonia and die?” Emil chuckled and lowered his kisses to Adam’s neck. Gentle at first, they turned into bites as Emil kneaded Adam’s sides.
The sky above lit up with brilliant shades of violet and orange, and as Emil gasped into Adam’s ear, his long locks teasing Adam’s skin as if they had a mind of their own, the forest sparked with magic that had nothing to do with the dark presence that had first brought the two of them together.
Soft light revealed Emil’s beauty to the world with all its imperfections. The scar on his eyebrow, the little hump on his nose, were all parts of the one man Adam needed more than anything or anyone in the world. The man who offered him more piece the Lord ever had. And in this moment in time, he wasn’t afraid of the blasphemy passing through his mind.
Sin was an empty concept when his body sang in tune with nature.
He lost his fear.
“I will keep you warm. You’re welcome inside me,” Adam whispered, rubbing his cheek against Emil’s in an endless moment of pure excitement that had his legs trembling as they settled around Emil’s hips.
The sky created a backdrop for the dark crown of hair on Emil’s head. Whether that made him a demon or an angel didn’t matter, because Adam would worship him nevertheless.
Emil nipped on Adam’s bottom lip and pulled, but he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled something out. “I’ve never wanted anything this much.”
Adam inhaled Emil’s fresh scent, his throat aching in hunger. He’d bite into Emil if he could. Consume him. Bury him inside his body so they’d be together forever.
When Emil’s slippery fingers reached between his buttocks, Adam still had no doubts about wanting this, even though flashes of helplessness inside his own body passed through his mind, trying to encroach on the beautiful moment he lived now. What happened that night months ago no longer mattered, because tonight, he was capable of making a choice, and he trusted Emil completely with both his body and heart.
Emil’s gaze settled on his face, sweet, warm, searching. It gleamed with the love Emil had confessed to him last night before Adam foolishly pushed him away because of fear. He wouldn’t let that dirty emotion rule him ever again.
Everything became clear for once. Adam wouldn’t help Emil settle down someplace where he could find people who understood him. He wouldn’t give him away to another man. They wouldn’t live in separation and only meet up in secret. Emil was his. His.