Damian paused, his movements stilling as he looked up at Gabriel. His golden eyes, usually so hard and unyielding, softened as they searched Gabriel's face. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable, as if he were peering into Gabriel's very soul. "I need to check something," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle, in stark contrast to the rough dominance he would been displaying moments before.
Gabriel's breath caught as Damian gradually pulled his fingers away, leaving him feeling painfully empty. His body protested the loss, letting out a low whimper before he could stop it. Damian's hand moved to his hip, fingers tracing his body until he reached the mark. The touch was light, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down Gabriel's spine.