Damian's breath brushed against Gabriel's face as he leaned in, his eyes intense, almost predatory. The air between them felt heavier, as if it were magnetically charged, impossible to resist. Gabriel's heart raced, and he felt heat rising in his chest. Despite the growing feeling of helplessness in the pit of his stomach, he could not take his gaze away.
When Damian spoke again, he used a low, dangerous tone. "Last night," he began, his tone rougher, tinged with hunger. "You took the first step. But now it's my turn."
Gabriel's pulse quickened, a knot forming in his throat. Gabriel had felt Damian's hunger in his eyes the night before, after their kiss, but now it was more, an undeniable need, a claim he couldn't deny. The hunger was no longer just possessiveness; it was a deeper, primal desire that swept through the emperor.