Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Reality was as insidious as the serpent— whispering sweet words into his ear even as it choked him.
He would end up hurt. Already attached to Adam as if they’d known one another their whole lives, by agreeing to the terms he was consciously making the choice to break his own heart in five months. But he couldn’t say no. Not to Adam, this difficult man he wanted to love until they forgot there was an expiration date on their relationship.
“Will you be mine until then?”
Adam swallowed hard, shifting that bit closer, his cheeks blooming with the sweetest pink flush. “Yes, but let’s keep things to kissing and touching, okay? So that he doesn’t come again.”
Emil took a deep breath through his nose. The fern flower burned beside them with its red and yellow flames—literal magic before their very eyes—but Emil still couldn’t look away from Adam.
“Didn’t you say he’d come last time to fulfil your desires?”
Adam averted his gaze but pushed a tiny bit closer and rubbed his nose against Emil’s shoulder. “Are you really saying I should let the devil take over my body?”
Emil shook his head, ashamed of what he’d just suggested. “I’m sorry. But whatever we do, even if it’s just holding hands, I need you to say it first. Say that you’re only mine.”
A shiver went through Adam’s body, and he rested his cheek on Emil’s shoulder, watching him with such longing that knowing they would have to eventually part was already ripping Emil’s heart out.
“I’ll be yours,” Adam said in the softest of whispers and brushed his knuckles against Emil’s stomach.
Emil was breathless, hit hard by words he’s asked for. “Pull down your pants,” he whispered and didn’t hesitate doing the same with his own. His dick had softened during their conversation, but was once again eager for attention.
Adam’s breath was ragged, but when Emil said the word, he was swift as if he’d been waiting for permission to undress all this time. His buckle clanged loudly, but he didn’t hesitate and revealed his hard dick, nestled in blond pubic hair. “This is… you’re,” he said as if he were incapable of putting his thoughts and feelings into words. But his gaze, sizzling hot once it settled on Emil’s nakedness, said it all.
“I want you to wrap your hand around your cock, but keep looking at me,” Emil said as he reached to his own erection, languidly stroking himself for Adam’s viewing pleasure. The stare it got him, full of longing and excitement, was yet more fuel for the fire raging inside him.
Adam wouldn’t look away as he dragged his open hand down his chest, to finally reach his dick. His eyes rolled back at the touch, as if even masturbation was a newfound pleasure for him. “It’s almost like it’s you touching me. And I will imagine I’m touching you back,” he said, deliciously obscene with his pants lowered and the tank top still on.
“Imagine wrapping your lips around my dick again. That had felt so good I almost came on the spot.” Emil’s breaths quickened, and so did the movements of his hand over his cock. He shifted closer to smell Adam but refused to break eye contact, making sure Adam knew how much Emil desired him.
Adam’s nostrils flared, and while Emil couldn’t see him jerking off at that angle, the soft sound of flesh rubbing against flesh filled his head with images that fuelled his imagination as much as the sight of Adam’s handsome face did. “It tasted so good too. Like I was about to drink your essence.”
Emil’s whole being screamed that Adam should do it again then, but if Adam was afraid, then Emil wouldn’t push him. He eventually looked down, shivering with lust when Adam’s hand moved up and down his dick. Unlike Adam, it held back no secrets. It was eager, long, erect, and Emil was sure Adam would have loved having it sucked.
Emil let out a strangled moan and jerked off faster, already knowing he’d make sure to come on Adam’s skin, and his reluctant lover followed his lead, until the quiet clearing filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and gasps. They were barely touching, but Emil could sense the heat of Adam’s body as he imagined that warm mouth sucking him in, that blond head working back and forth in front of his hips, the warm palms caressing his balls.
“I can’t resist you,” Adam said as his hips started bucking with the excitement of approaching orgasm.
Emil would have leaned in for a kiss even if it meant he’d get his lips seared by infernal fire. Pleasure trampled over him like a herd of bison, but he didn’t look down at his spunk painting Adam’s skin like he’d planned, too focused on the soft lips that took away his breath.