Page 19 of Meant to Burn

E lijah looks otherworldly as he lies on his back in the middle of the circle I carved into the tile of the abandoned chapel.

His legs are spread, giving me a perfect view of the hole I’m going to fill tonight, cock hard in his hand as he strokes it slowly.

His lashes flutter as he stares at me, lids drooping, mouth parted on a moan.

The light of the full, yellow moon shines on him, making him look like he belongs in heaven, and suddenly, I feel unworthy of such a perfect man.

He came here right after packing, dragging his luggage and throwing it to the side once he got here.

We crashed into each other with so much force that my soul was rearranged, and his clothes were off before I knew what was happening.

I’m aware we need to leave the seminary, but I couldn’t bring myself to reject him.

He wants my body—he said he needed it to feel better.

So that’s what I’m doing. Once we’re done, we can go far away.

I spent hours thinking about what’s next for us after we move on from here.

Staying in Texas is out of the question, and we’ve never had a conversation about the possibilities of our future.

I don’t think he ever considered leaving the church willingly, and now life is slapping him across the face.

He’s being forced out, just as he always feared.

Nonetheless, I will remain by his side through it all.

We just need to figure out our next steps. I refuse to go blindly.

Kneeling between his thighs, I watch in amazement as he fingers lube into his hole. Two fingers thrust in and out of him, and I press one of mine to his entrance to add a third. The moan he lets out is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, making my cock jerk against my abs.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, thrusting my finger in deeper until he mewls, his entire body squirming with pleasure. “Are you mine, Elijah?”

“Yes,” he says quickly. “All yours.”

A smile tips my lips as I pull our fingers out of his body and fist my cock, covering it with lube and pressing it to his entrance.

I watch, mesmerized, as Elijah’s chest heaves.

His breaths are shallow and loud, and a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation.

I push forward, the head of my cock is suddenly enveloped in tight heat, and his eyes blaze with lust.

“Tell me you’re mine too,” Elijah demands. “Show me you’re my forever. My always.”

“I’m going to show you every day for the rest of our lives,” I reply reverently, pushing in deeper. He hisses, wrapping his legs around my waist as I bottom out, thrusting roughly into him once. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Elijah. This ass was made for me.”

“ Yes .” He nods rapidly as I pull back and thrust forward hard enough to have him sliding up on the tile. “Fuck me harder.”

I do, thrusting harder into him, harder than I ever have.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as I hit his prostate, his body curling into me, and his lips latching onto my chest. I feel him sucking, bruising, and a primal urge to mark him takes over when I wrap a hand around his throat and push him away.

His head meets the tile once more, back arching, and he exposes his throat for me just as I want him to. It’s as if he can read my mind.

My lips find purchase on his neck as I lick, suck, and bite him.

He moans and mewls under me, making animalistic sounds I’ve never heard from him before.

It spurs me on, and I wrap a hand around his length as I piston my hips into that sweet little spot inside of him.

Elijah’s body shakes, then tightens, as his release is about to hit him.

I let go and pull out.

“No, no, no .” He shakes his head vehemently. “W-what the hell are you doing, Azriel? Make me come!”

“Needy,” I chuckle. “You’ll come when I let you.”

Elijah looks desperate as he continues to shake his head, then grabs my hair and pushes me down onto his cock.

I oblige him, taking him deep into my mouth until he’s in the back of my throat.

I hold him there, nose pressed to his base as I breathe in through my nose and fight the gag reflex trying to take over.

I slip three fingers into his sloppy hole, crooking them and finding his prostate once more.

I’m about to pull away and edge him once more when he wraps his thighs around my neck and fucks into my mouth roughly, his cock hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever done, hands down.

“ Azriel ,” Elijah groans, and I get a stream of precum in my mouth. I swallow it greedily as I push harder against his prostate, and his fingers tighten in my hair until there are tears streaming down my face. “You look like an angel with my cock in your mouth, baby. Like my angel.”

I hum.

“Relax your jaw,” he says soothingly. “Let me fuck your throat. I want you to feel me for days. I want you to remember who you belong to. The only one you’ll ever belong to. It’s me. Us. Forever.”

His breathing is ragged as he speaks, fucking my throat harder, making me gag with every thrust. My nostrils flare in an attempt to keep my composure, and I fuck him with my fingers a little faster.

“Yes, yes, yes .” Elijah chants. “More. More. Please, Azriel. Fuck me faster! Harder.”

Fuck .

There’s no way I’m going to last once he’s done. I need to be in his hole, and I need to be in it now. Right fucking now. I can’t wait any longer. With one more crook of my fingers he tenses, gritting his teeth.

“Finger your hole, Az,” he demands, now fisting my hair with both hands as he fucks into my mouth. “I want to slide in that tight ass tonight.”

I moan, then lube up my fingers quickly, my other hand busy working him open. I’m kneeling awkwardly between Elijah’s legs, but he’s keeping me up using my hair like reins as he rides my mouth. I add two fingers into my hole, and just as I pull them out, he throws his head back and screams.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, God,” he says, making my stomach tingle and flip. “I love you. Oh, fuck, Azriel, I love you so much.”

With those final words, his cum hits the back of my throat.

His thrusts are relentless, and even though I try to swallow it all, his cum still slips down my chin and onto my neck.

When he pulls out of my mouth, it’s game over.

I remove my fingers from his body and grasp his hips, pulling him toward me. And then I flip him.

Elijah’s now on his hands and knees, and I shove his head down until his cheek meets the tile, his arms bending until he’s bracing himself on his forearms. His ass is muscular and round, making my mouth water, but I’m too desperate to be inside of him right now. I’ll taste him later.

I lube up once more and thrust into him, bottoming out and pulling my hips back immediately.

I moan at the sensation of his heat enveloping my cock, and I use the back of his neck as leverage as I begin to fuck him in earnest. My body drapes over his, my chest to his back, and I curl my body over his as I bite his earlobe.

“Elijah,” I growl. “I’ve never—” Gasping, I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

“No?” he asks, out of breath. “Not even with…”

“No,” I admit. “Just you. Oh, fuck, Eli. Touch your cock.”

“I don’t want to come again yet,” he whines. “I’m going to come in your hole tonight. I’m going to make you filthy and mine.”

“I’m already yours,” I tell him, fucking him faster and harder. I wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up to me so he’s kneeling on top of me, ass slapping my thighs as I fuck into him. “Shit. Fuck.”

“Is that all you got, Azriel?” Elijah taunts, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Won’t you give me more?”

Grabbing his hips, I fuck him harder and faster, and his hole tightens around me. He’s not touching his cock yet, and I know he wants me to come inside of him so we can flip. He wants to mark me tonight. And I’m ready to give this part of me over to him.

My wings tremble violently with my pleasure, something I’ve never felt before, and I bury myself into his neck and groan. “Saint, sinner, lover, lamb,” I whisper against his skin, and he moans. “Mine, mine, all fucking mine .”

I come with a growl, burying my cock as deep as it’ll go. I fuck him through my orgasm, hoping it pushes him closer to his. I want to feel him drip out of me, and I want it right now.

Elijah lifts himself off my cock and turns around, pushing me down onto the tile until I’m lying on my back.

He spreads my legs, urging me to hold them for him, as he slathers lube on his cock and presses it to my entrance.

He’s gentle as the head of his cock slips into my hole, a burning sensation gripping me when he pushes through the ring of muscle.

He thrusts into me softly, slowly, and I accidentally shut my eyes when he bottoms out.

“Eyes on me, Az,” Elijah demands. “You need to see who’s fucking you tonight. The only man who will be fucking you for the rest of your days.”

“Swear it,” I growl. “Swear it’ll be forever.”

Elijah’s features are tight, and he’s clearly holding back. “I swear it.” He runs a hand down my chest and abs until it wraps around my half-hard cock, and I shiver at how sensitive it feels. He tugs on it, making it harden once more, and begins to move slowly.

His hips roll sensually, and I watch in awe as he absolutely fucking glows.

My thighs wrap around his hips as he goes deeper, hitting my prostate, and my back bows off the ground.

I throw my head back and groan, panting, and he does it over and over again.

We’re both wordless and sputtering for breath, and this just feels like more.

More than fucking. This feels like I’m giving him a piece of me I’ve never handed over before.

“Elijah,” I gasp. “You fuck me so good. Please don’t stop. Please right there?—”

“Here?”

“Yes, yes!” I moan loudly as he hits my prostate once more. “Please.”

“What are you begging for?” he asks, jerking my cock fast and hard as he fucks me. “You want me to paint you with my cum, Azriel? Claim you once and for all? Make you mine?”

“Yes.” I nod, my hands roaming down his back and grabbing his ass as I push him deeper into me. “All of that. Give me everything. I want it all.”

My spine begins to tingle the longer he works my body like an instrument, and it feels like all my strings are about to snap.

The room begins to glow, starting from the symbols carved into the tile.

It’s a golden light rising from the ground up, wrapping around Elijah and I as he goes faster.

He looks around in awe, mouth agape, and he hits my prostate again, causing my body to tighten with my release.

Cum explodes out of my cock as I rock my hips into him and chase friction.

My orgasm goes on for what feels like forever, and Elijah’s hand wraps around my throat tightly as he comes inside of me.

I feel his cock throb and liquid heat fill my insides, but what actually makes me feel powerful is the way he looks.

Wrecked. Absolutely unraveled. When he makes eye contact with me, his fingers flex on my neck, and he shudders.

Something happened between us tonight.

Something… more .

That’s undeniable.

It cements everything I’ve believed to be true—that this is the right choice for both of us. That we belong together and to each other. That nothing and no one will tear us apart.

Not now.

Not ever.