But when Abaddon’s thrusts sped up, all rational thoughts went out of the window. Gabriel expressed his desire in every kiss pressed to Abaddon’s skin, but his brain was becoming mush, overcome by needs of the flesh.
He didn’t care that the grunts and moans he made were primal and without cohesion, focused on the stiff dick drilling into him again and again as if Abaddon wanted to pin him to the ground and keep him there for later.
The stars spiraled around them like a kaleidoscope, but the moon remained firm, like a celestial eye witnessing their union. There was no fear left in Gabriel as he relaxed, entrusting his body and soul to this angel, the only one to ever love him.
Abaddon’s sweat was salty on his lips as the friction between Gabriel’s legs turned into a growing throb that radiated all over his body in pulsing waves. The tension was becoming too much, and he whined, helplessly pushing his nails into Abaddon’s skin.
The dark gray of his man’s eyes burned hot, but he didn’t lose his pace and squeezed Gabriel’s cock in his massive fist.
“Come, lamb…”
Gabriel’s eyelids flew open, the touch like lightning made of arousal. He writhed under his angel, without a single coherent thought, and all it took was a few pumps of the slick fingers for cum to jet out of him. Desperate moans resonated in the air like a primal cry, and he felt like one not just with Abaddon but also with the forest, with the sound of cicadas and the fragrant air. His whole being melted away to make room for exhilarating pleasure.
Abaddon grunted, taking his hand away from Gabriel’s overstimulated groin and rested his elbows on the blanket. He’d so far kept tight control of himself, but now that Gabriel had finished, Abaddon shut his eyes and let himself go.
The moonlight reflected off his damp skin and shiny hair, transforming him into a creature from a better world as he thrust inside Gabriel’s body with an elated grimace. Gabriel might have come himself, but his lover’s pleasure kept him aroused, and he gently stroked his man’s tense body, giving his own as a vessel for Abaddon’s lust.
A guttural cry left his angel’s throat when his strong body arched on the background of the night sky, leaving its hot seed inside. Gabriel shuddered in delight, as if witnessing his partner’s release pushed him into another, milder orgasm.
He wouldn’t even blink, set on admiring the flush on Abaddon’s face and the furrow of his dark brows. Gabriel was still shivering from the overwhelming nature of this experience as he stroked Abaddon’s forearm in awe. They’d be parting soon, but Gabriel would never forget this moment and the love overflowing in his heart.
Abaddon held on to him almost too tightly, but when his softening cock slid out of Gabriel’s entrance, he rolled off and rested on his side so they could watch one another. There was tension pinching his handsome features, and Gabriel placed his hand in the middle of the warm chest, feeling a fast heartbeat drum against it.
“That was the sweetest gift, my love,” Abaddon whispered, still breathless.
Gabriel snorted and entwined their legs. “To myself you mean. Can we just stay like this?”
“We need to ensure your freedom and safety once this is all over. There must be money in Father’s John office. I’ll point you to someone who can give you a new identity.”
Gabriel blinked. Suddenly wide awake. “You can do that?”
“I will do anything for you.”
17
ABADDON
If it were Summer, the sun might have still been up, but in early spring, darkness provided the cover they needed to sneak into the building and find the door to Father John’s office. The stained glass cast a faint glow of color on the floor, as if they were in a miniature cathedral, but Abaddon’s attention was singular.
Perhaps it would have been better to do this later, once everyone was fast asleep. But the chance to peruse the bastard’s papers would have then come at the cost of losing the precious time, so Abaddon decided that if worse came to worst, he’d act accordingly. Gabriel claimed only the priest had the keys to the office, and if he walked in on them then… well, he’d die sooner.
Still, it had been painful to leave Gabriel’s welcoming arms now that their imminent parting was within sight. After enduring the tense atmosphere from before, after the horrific visions at the Keys’ temple, the relief of love and tenderness had been what they’d both needed. The healthy flush of excitement and pleasure still colored the boy’s cheeks as they approached the heavy door to Father John’s office. He’d yielded so beautifully, and even now, every time Abaddon closed his eyes he could again see Gabriel’s face twisting in pleasure. It was a moment sweeter than heaven, and he’d keep it in his heart until the end times.