Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)
Chapter 139 - 134: Desire (2)

Chapter 139: Chapter 134: Desire (2)

Damian didn’t reply with words. Instead, he leaned down, his breath hot against Gabriel’s skin, pressing a kiss just below his navel and gliding his fingers over his exposed hipbone. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "what you want."

Gabriel’s chest heaved, his voice trembling but unyielding. "You. Now."

Damian’s lips curved into a dark smile, and for a moment, he paused, savoring the way Gabriel’s body reacted to his words, how it trembled, how it ached. "As you wish."

"I’m going to make you feel everything," Damian whispered against his lips and then aligned their bodies, his cock hot and hard, sliding against the slick entrance between Gabriel’s thighs. He didn’t enter yet, just teased and coaxed, his breath heavy as he watched Gabriel’s reaction.

Gabriel moaned, his thighs parting further, his hips rolling instinctively toward him. "I already feel everything," he said, his voice thin and raw. "I feel you."

Damian’s hips pressed forward, slow and deliberate, the sensation of heat and tightness enveloping him, making his breath catch in his throat. Gabriel’s gasp was sharp, his fingers digging into Damian’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch, the fullness. His cock barely passed the threshold, but Gabriel was already overwhelmingly full. How big was this man? He wondered as Damian pressed further, gaining a moan from his mate.

"Now you can actually feel me," Damian growled, his voice nothing but low heat and reverence.

His hand pressed gently against Gabriel’s belly, fingers splayed wide over sweat-slicked skin. The pressure was enough to make Gabriel shudder, his body jerking under the touch as he felt every inch of Damian inside him, deep, unrelenting.

Gabriel’s breath caught as his nails dragged down Damian’s back, leaving angry red lines that only seemed to make the Emperor push deeper and harder.

"Fuck—" Gabriel gasped, his back arching off the chaise. "You’re so damn deep—"

Damian leaned in, his lips brushing over Gabriel’s throat, his breath shaking with restraint. "I told you I’d make you feel everything."

And he did.

He rolled his hips slowly at first, savoring each motion, every twitch of Gabriel’s legs around his waist, and every cry that escaped his mate’s usual iron grip. It was all unraveling now: every wall, every bit of pride and Damian kissed each sound from his lips like a vow.

Gabriel’s arms tightened around his neck, as if Damian was the only thing holding him to this plane of existence.

"You’re mine," Damian whispered, not as a demand but as a truth. "Every part of you—mine."

Gabriel moaned, his voice raw, trembling. "Then take it. Take all of it."

Damian pushed harder now, the wet sounds of skin against skin mingling with their harsh breaths and whispered curses. Their bond pulsed like wildfire between them, with magic, heat, and desire entwined so tightly that it seemed impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Gabriel was gasping now, his head thrown back, sweat beading along his collarbone, the mark on his nape glowing faintly as the pleasure grew stronger, sharper, and louder.

He reached around, his fingers finding Gabriel’s length, hot and throbbing, and firmly gripped it. He stroked in unison with his thrusts, the rhythm relentless and unyielding. Gabriel cried out, his body arching off the chaise, his hands gripping Damian’s shoulders so tightly it might have hurt anyone else. But Damian only growled, low and feral, his own pleasure building, a wildfire threatening to consume him.

Gabriel’s breath came in short, broken bursts, each stroke of Damian’s hand and thrust of his hips driving him closer to the edge of oblivion. His body was a live wire: too hot, too sensitive, and too full.

"Damian—" he gasped, a sob of ecstasy mixed with disbelief. "I— I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," Damian growled into his ear, his voice strained and hoarse. "Come for me."

Gabriel’s eyes flew open, dark and wide, locking onto Damian’s. For a moment, there was nothing but the fire between them, the heat, the intensity, the raw, unrelenting desire.

Gabriel cried out again, his body tensing, heels digging into the chaise, and then—

Everything broke.

The orgasm tore through him like lightning, violent and blinding. His entire body spasmed, clenching around Damian in pulsing waves as white-hot pleasure surged out of him. He spilled between them, coating Damian’s hand and their chests, his cry swallowed by the kiss Damian claimed at the exact moment he shattered.

Damian didn’t stop, didn’t slow. He kept fucking him, his thrusts driving Gabriel’s pleasure higher, prolonging it, until the omega was gasping, his body trembling with oversensitivity.

"Damian," Gabriel rasped again, trembling, eyes glazed and mouth open, barely able to catch his breath. "Please—"

The sound of his voice, hoarse and broken, cracked something in Damian.

He leaned down, capturing Gabriel’s lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His thrusts became more erratic and more urgent, and with a guttural growl, he came, his release spilling inside Gabriel as his body shuddered with the force of it.

His release was like thunder: hot, fierce, and uncontrollable. He clutched Gabriel’s hips tightly as his body jerked with each pulse, spilling deep inside him and claiming him in every way. The bond between them flared again, burning gold and silver beneath the skin, invisible but undeniable.

Gabriel whimpered beneath him, feeling everything. The heat. The weight. The way Damian trembled with the effort to keep himself from collapsing entirely on top of him.

Then silence.

Only the sound of the fire crackling in the hearth and their heavy breathing filled the air.

Damian slowly lowered himself, bracing his arms on either side of Gabriel’s flushed body, their foreheads resting together, sweat mingling. Gabriel’s legs still trembled around his waist, but he didn’t let go.

He didn’t want to.

"Still alive?" Damian whispered against his cheek, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Gabriel huffed a shaky breath, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Barely."

Damian smiled, soft and rare. "Good." He drew Gabriel closer, his cock still inside, throbbing with desire. He lowered his head to draw him in for a kiss. Gabriel placed his hand on his face with a light smack. He pushed his face away from him.

"That’s enough; I won’t be able to walk tomorrow if we continue."

Damian chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. He let his forehead fall gently against Gabriel’s shoulder, his breath still uneven.

"You’re the one who started it," he murmured against sweat-slicked skin.

Gabriel sighed dramatically, limbs sprawled out like a man thoroughly ruined. "And I regret nothing," he admitted, voice muffled as he turned his head to the side, "except that I let you pretend you’re not a menace."

"I am a menace," Damian said proudly, his arms still wrapped tightly around Gabriel’s waist. "And your mate."

Gabriel groaned. "Unfortunately."

Damian only smiled against his skin, shifting slightly so that he was no longer resting all his weight on him. He kissed Gabriel’s neck softly this time, leaving only the ghost of lips on the still-glowing mark. "We’ll stay like this for a minute," he whispered. "Then I’ll clean you up. And you’ll complain the whole time."

Gabriel scoffed. "You’re not wrong."

They fell into a quiet silence again, the fire now burning low, casting a softer amber light over the room. The air had shifted. No longer pulsing with desperate heat, but rather with something quieter. Safer.

Gabriel’s fingers lazily traced a line down Damian’s spine. "Don’t read into this," he muttered.

Damian lifted a brow. "Into what?"

"This." Gabriel hesitated, then admitted, "I’m not pushing you away."

Damian leaned back just enough to see his face, golden eyes flickering with amusement and something far softer beneath. "I know."

Gabriel studied him, lips parted, expression unreadable. "Don’t get used to it."

"I won’t," Damian said smoothly. "But I’ll still remember it."

"Edward will kill us." Said Gabriel with a wide smile on his face.