“Strip,” I command, taking a few steps back and giving him space.
He immediately obeys, taking off his clothes and letting them drop to the ground by his feet. His bare back is now to the altar, his tan body on full display, cock hanging heavily between his legs, thickening before my eyes. I look up to find him biting his bottom lip, eyes boring into mine with a fire I’ve never seen burning so brightly within him. He wants this. Me. Us.
I can tell.
“Do you give yourself to me?” I ask him with a whisper, my ashen wings spreading behind me. His eyes widen as he takes me in. “Willingly?”
There’s a pause from him, eyes wide as he considers my words. He bites his bottom lip as he thinks about it, a frown on his face, and just when I think he’s going to reject me, he speaks again.
“Yes.” Elijah nods slowly, cock fully hard, and he wraps his hand around it tightly until his knuckles blanch. “I burn for you, Azriel.”
A shiver runs down my spine as I grab his ass and lift him onto the altar, laying him on his back and spreading his legs. I kiss a path down his chest, down his abs, then take his cock into my mouth. His head falls back as he moans and trembles for me, and I let him go, trailing my lips lower. I lift his balls and look at his hole, my eyes widening. He prepped for me. He’s slightly open and glistening with the lube I left for him in his drawer.
I thrust two fingers into him, and he cries out, then thrust a third one in. He clenches around my fingers when I find that little spot of pleasure inside of him, and I watch as his cock turns a deep shade of red. He reaches for it, about to wrap his hand around it to chase relief, but I swat it away with my free hand and continue to finger him. He makes a choked noise at the back of his throat, and we make eye contact.
“You’ll come on my cock or nowhere at all, Elijah,” I growl, “I’m not playing any more games with you. I’m taking you right here, right now.”
“Yes,” he gasps when I push him back on the altar a few inches, and he spreads his legs wider. “I need you, give me your cock. Please. Right n-now.”
“Such a demanding little creature.” I tut, then climb onto the altar with him, getting between his legs and pressing them up toward his chest. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Elijah moans when I bite his chest, drawing blood. “More.”
I look beside me, at the candle burning brightly, and grab it. Elijah’s eyes widen when I pour the wax onto his chest, and he hisses. I look down as his cock jerks against his abdomen, and I smirk. Looks like my little lamb likes a little bit of pain.
“So beautiful, Eli,” I whisper reverently, “So beautiful and so fucking mine.”
“Yes.”
Elijah holds his knees up to his chest as I press my cock against his hole, notching it at his entrance, but before I go through with it, I want to do one last thing. One last ritual.
I grab the anointing oil next to his head and open it, dripping some onto my fingers and pressing them to his forehead. I draw the sign of the cross, then say, “I consecrate this oil to claim you, Elijah. Body, mind, and soul. From this day forward, you belongto me, and I to you. You’ll be everything to me from now until eternity. My love, my religion, my ruin.”
Elijah shakes underneath me. “Forever?”
“Always,” I assure him.
“Fill me, Azriel,” he growls, eyes crazy, desperate. Just how I like him. “Fill me with holy fire. Take me apart and put me back together.”
Idon’t wait one more second, drenching my cock in oil and gripping it tightly. I push into him slowly, and it feels like a vise around my cock when the head finally breaks through the ring of muscle. I clench my eyes shut and breathe in deeply through my nose, then push in another inch. Elijah whimpers, and my eyes fly open.
“It’s okay,” I say softly. “Relax for me, Eli.”
“Oh, f-f-fuck,” he mewls, eyes squeezing shut as I push in another inch, then another, and another, until I look down at his cock to watch it dripping between us. I wrap a hand around him, jacking him off as I push in further. “Yes. Please. All the way.”
Elijah’s fingers dig into my shoulders as I bottom out, and there’s a moment between us that feels like a lifetime, yet I know it’s just a split second. We look into each other’s eyes, his searching mine frantically, and I nod at him. I’m reassuring him with that nod. That this is it for me, that he’s it for me. I want nothing else except for him. We’re tied together, bound, from now until eternity.
Infinity.
Stained glass glows red from the moonlight, and I look back down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Ready?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying to keep my composure as his heat envelops me.
“Azriel,” he moans. “Please move. I need you to move.”
And just like that, I pull back and thrust back in.
It’s heaven and hell.
