Something cold. full. Gay porn Sweat clung to his chest in a film. “I wanted to help.”Thaddeus looked at him. “Say you want it.”Isaiah gasped, head tilted back against the bark, lips parted. Isaiah’s eyes searched his. Beautiful and arresting.His heart beat so hard that it pounded in his chest. “It means there are things in that chapel that kneel for no God.”Isaiah’s skin prickled.“You speak like you fear him,” he said.“We do not fear him,” the old woman said. His breath came hard through his nose.”You are mine,” he hissed. Watching. Mine to discipline.”The word mine echoed in the air, dense with heat. A thickness that could not be grasped with one hand. The way the warmth drained from the villagers’ faces, how they turned from open-hearted to shuttered in a breath.He stepped slightly behind Thaddeus without meaning to.The priest said nothing.He moved forward through the change in atmosphere with practiced indifference, like a storm parting reeds. The kind that sanctifies… and devours.”“You are not temptation, little lamb.”“You are the altar.”Isaiah’s fingers grazed Thaddeus’s shoulder, trembling.And then— He woke.The room was dim, heavy with the scent of cold ash and sleep.
