“I’m not tired. I slept enough in the hospital. I want to get all of this done and over with so that we can move on with our lives.”
Azazel pulled Uriel into his arms. “Don’t overdo things. I pushed the filming back so that you can have time to relax.”
“I know, but I feel anxious.”
“Why?”
Uriel sighed. “We’re finally together again and it seems as if things keep getting in our way. I don’t want to delay things between us any longer.”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Let’s go see our son, then deal with things in Vale Valley, and when we get back…” Azazel leaned down and captured Uriel’s mouth. Uriel gasped and Azazel’s tongue entered his mouth, taking everything he wanted through their kiss.
“How about you give me a tour of your digs, then we’ll go and talk to Kristoph? I know he’s happy that we’re together,” Azazel said when their mouths separated.
“You just want me to show you to the bedroom.”
“You know me very well.” Azazel waggled his eyebrows.
Azazel closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “I can feel your magic surrounding this place.”
“I call this place my hideaway,” Uriel said. “People thought I was crazy when I bought the shack. I mean, it’s deep in the mountains and the only ones who come out this way are hikers and campers, and even then they don’t dare come close to the building. Rumor is the shack is haunted.”
Azazel opened his eyes and looked at him. “I have a feeling you’re the one who started that rumor.”
“Me?” Uriel said innocently. “How could I have done that when this shack has been here for years? That would mean I’d have had to come into the mountains, say, about eight years ago and start buying up property and building a house, adding my magic to it.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my Uriel?”
“This is the real me, Azazel. I’m no longer the dependent person I once was. So take me or leave me.”
“What part of eternity don’t you get? I loved who you were back then, and I’ll love who you are now. We’re equals, remember?”
Uriel smiled. “You know, I’m suddenly feeling a bit tired. Care to join me for a nap?”
“Lead the way.”
The second they got to Uriel’s room and the door was closed, Azazel pulled Uriel into his embrace and backed him up against the door. It only took a second for them to look into each other’s eyes and the fire they had ignited in the living room burst into burning passion. Azazel lowered his head and Uriel met his lips in the middle. A moan echoed in the room and Uriel couldn’t tell who made the sound, and in that moment, he didn’t care. All that mattered was putting out the inferno burning between them.
Azazel kissed Uriel so hard and needy it made his knees buckle, and he sagged limply against the door. But he wasn’t there for long. Azazel pulled back from their kiss before he lifted Uriel off his feet and carried him over to the bed, gently laying him down. He stepped back, gazing down at Uriel with heated eyes and a devilish smirk as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I wanted to wine and dine you before we made love, but I can’t wait any longer.”
Uriel hummed and took off his shirt, then went to his hands and knees, crawling over to his lover to wrap his arms around his neck. His man was always about setting the mood, and although he appreciated Azazel’s romantic side, sometimes a good quick fuck to take the edge off was all he wanted.
“Babe, save the romance for later.” He kissed Azazel on his lips. “Right now I just want you to fuck me like I’m your—”
Before Uriel could finish, Azazel bit his lips hard, making him hiss with pain and pleasure. “Such naughty words should not come from your mouth.”
Uriel looked into Azazel’s eyes that were so red they were glowing. Azazel pushed him back onto the bed, then unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops with a flourish. Uriel’s breath came out in short pants and he licked his bruised lips as Azazel crawled on top of the bed and straddled his lap.
“Hold out your hands,” Azazel ordered.
Uriel did as he was told eagerly. Azazel looped the belt and was about to slip it over Uriel’s hands, but stopped, seeing the scars on his wrists. He traced his fingers along the chain indents, and Uriel watched as some of the fire left his eyes and was replaced by sadness.
“Don’t stop,” Uriel said, getting his lover’s attention. Azazel looked at him. “Erase the bad memories, Azazel. Don’t change the way we love each other because of these. We can’t let these define who we are in the bedroom.”
Azazel stared at him for a few moments, then leaned down and pressed their lips together. “Are you sure?”
Uriel cupped his face. “You were never my captor or tormentor. Babe, you are my healer.”
