It was a jerk then a snap, pain sliced up Enzo’s arm to settle in his shoulder before fading away. His broken arm from moments before flexed with each pump of his flexing fingers. Ezra was going to pay for that one. His lover of over a thousand years had set the trap. It was their version of love notes. Who could cause the other more physical pain?
So far the answer had been elusive for neither could truly be hurt.
“Well that didn’t work.” Ezra’s voice came from somewhere behind him.
He turned to find a pair of acid green, glowing eyes staring at him. “Does it ever?”
A speck of a shimmer tinted dark blue scurried through the air outlining a body followed by a smoke. The fog trailing soon revealed the very naked body of Ezra standing proud in every sense of the word. “As foreplay?” He sauntered over, his body slinking like a snake on the hunt. “Yes” A forked tongue tasted the air, scenting his own awakening arousal, no doubt.
“Such a naughty demon.” Enzo reached out and pulled Ezra to himself. His skin was cool and smooth to Enzo’s touch.
Ezra smirked revealing sharpened teeth. “Such a naughty imp.” Enzo’s lips curled with a snarl. His grip tightened, if Ezra were human his bones would’ve snapped. “Good boy.” Ezra said with an air of mischief. He knew how much Enzo hated being called an imp.
He growled. “You’ll pay for that.”
Ezra chuckled, the sound of the devil himself. “I was hoping you’d say that.”