Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore #1) - K.A. Merikan Page 0,110

a kiss to take away his fears. “I’m afraid of taking that step because I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I want to have you inside me, whether it chases the devil away or not. I always wanted it,” he said, at once knowing just how true it was.

Emil delved in for a kiss quicker than Adam could have anticipated, but everything inside of him lit up with liquid fire as soon as their lips met. Nothing had ever felt so right. He was naked in a forest, with his hands cut, wearing only a blanket, yet fear had no place in his heart. Not in a moment so perfect. When Emil was by his side, kissing him like this, sliding his cool fingers against Adam’s burning skin, even the dirtiest of deeds were pure.

Adam let go of the blanket, and allowed it to drop into the leaves. He buried his face in his lover’s neck, and pushed against the firm body, which felt more inviting than a warm hearth on a winter night. Emil’s skin was the softest, most pleasant surface Adam had ever touched, and in a moment of madness he wished he could wear it as his coat.

“Show me how it’s done,” Adam whispered, hugging Emil more tightly as embarrassment curled in his stomach.

“H-here? You sure? You’re burning up.” But his hands already roamed over Adam’s back even as he looked around in search of villagers who might have strayed from the path to forage for mushrooms. But he didn’t stop, and Adam hoped he never would.

Adam had needed months to make up his mind about this, but now that he said yes out loud, he couldn’t have been more certain of his choice. It was as if he’d suddenly gotten tunnel vision, and Emil’s naked body over his was Adam’s only goal.

“Maybe it’s the demon, maybe he tainted me but I don’t care. Please. I just want you. Now,” Adam whispered, climbing to his toes to grind his cock against Emil’s. Heat burned at the base of his spine, sending hot streams to his limbs, cock, to his head, until he could barely think.

Emil nodded and bent down to spread the blanket over the cool undergrowth. The thick wool lining was a godsend when they sat on it. “You’re not ‘tainted’. You’re perfect.” His kiss made Adam let out a soft moan he couldn’t hold in.

Sinking into the soft plush that created a barrier between his bare skin and the ground, he reached for Emil and pulled him down too, meeting eyes almost as green as the leaves in the hidden gorge. The demon’s presence was a constant thought at the back of his mind, but he wanted to forget it. He wanted to escape its horror and open up to the best thing that ever happened to him.

“You know I’m not perfect. But you’re here for me anyway.”

When Emil rested his weight on top of him, between his legs, there was no fear left in Adam. As if it had been teased out of him with leeches and left behind on the Devil’s Rock. This man always thought about Adam first. He’d just lost his home, he’d suffered a bitter rejection, but he still came when Adam needed him most, to save him from Koterski, from the demon, maybe even from Adam himself.

They kissed again. And again. Emil’s tongue gained pace by the second, its penetration becoming more intense as he grinded against Adam, who pushed his hands under Emil’s top and squeezed his pecs before giving the pierced nipple some attention with gentle rubs. Soon, they would become one, and Adam couldn’t wait to gorge on all of Emil’s delicious flesh.

It was only then that he remembered the hand-shaped scars on Emil’s back and choked on air, briefly fleeing the kiss. “And the burns? What if that happens again?” he asked despite everything inside him wanting another taste of the delicious mouth.

Emil licked his lips, so close Adam wished they could melt together. “I don’t even care anymore. I need to be close to you. It’s like an infection eating up my brain. If I get burned again, it would have been worth it.”

The way his gaze pinned Adam to the blanket spoke of such raw honesty Emil could tell him pigs flew and Adam would have believed him.

Scents of nature mixed with the herby aroma of Emil’s skin. Adam could see it clearly now. One day, he’d want to top