Gabriel's brow furrowed at the words, but though he did not fully understand them, their meaning thrummed deep in his core, an unidentified but powerful urge resonating in his chest. He gripped Belial's hands as though the demon's hold on him could save him from his own hectic thoughts, could soothe the guilt that surged in him alongside his desire.
Could make sense of all that had come to pass.
His lips parted beneath Belial's without a second thought, and he wanted it, could no longer deny wanting it. Drawing the in the gently probing tongue, he wondered how such a creature as this could have learned to touch with such tenderness, to kiss as though...
As though it stemmed from something much more than lust.
Gabriel pulled away from that kiss with the faintest of moans.
"This," he whispered, gazing into the dark eyes, fearing what he might find there, "this is no game to you."
no subject
Could make sense of all that had come to pass.
His lips parted beneath Belial's without a second thought, and he wanted it, could no longer deny wanting it. Drawing the in the gently probing tongue, he wondered how such a creature as this could have learned to touch with such tenderness, to kiss as though...
As though it stemmed from something much more than lust.
Gabriel pulled away from that kiss with the faintest of moans.
"This," he whispered, gazing into the dark eyes, fearing what he might find there, "this is no game to you."