“What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
Camnael is an angel of love: mild-mannered, obedient, and holier than thou in the worst way. Donny is a dark and charming stranger: mischievous as sin, ready to break any rule and not caring what anyone thinks.
Angels and demons aren’t supposed to fall in love, but these two immortals are about to find out the hard way that romance is always a little more complicated than you first think . . .
“Who are you?” Camnael asked, although he already knew the answer before Donny pulled the cloak back and revealed his face. In the darkness the man’s eyes still sparkled, but it was not with the reflection of stars. It was an inner fire that made his eyes brilliant in the night, something redder, something hotter within.
Donny stretched out his hands and Cam was thrown upwards and back with a powerful force against the bars of the cage. Tendrils of iron curled outwards like the tentacles of some hideous machine, wrapping their oily metal curls around his wrists and ankles, around his neck. A metal filament coiled under his shirt, snaking its way across his skin, and he flinched at the cold of it, almost burning with cold.
“I am the one you are looking for,” Donny said, and reached a hand out towards Cam, whose limbs were splayed in the air, inextricable from the iron tendrils. Cam gasped as one of Donny’s fingers touched his cheek. It was searing hot; steam rose from Cam’s body as Donny trailed the tips of his fingers across his damp skin. Cam’s desire twisted upwards through him, and he wrenched himself against his iron bracelets, straining towards Donny.
When Donny’s fingers reached Cam’s clothes, the fabric ignited, burning instantly with the touch. As Donny drew his hands down Cam’s chest, raking him with his fingertips, his clothes seared in blackened lines and fell away from his body, leaving him entirely naked. Not caring at all about impropriety, Cam squirmed as Donny’s hands continued to graze his body, arousing him in spite of the scorching heat.
Donny stepped forward in front of Cam, and now his eyes were pools of black, without even the stars reflected in their depths. Cam’s breath caught in his throat as Donny bent his head and licked Cam’s chest, sucking on one nipple. His elegant fingers traveled back up and pinched the other nipple, twisting it and making Cam scream with pleasure and pain.
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Published April 22, 2012
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.