Chapter 132: Master of games (3)

Gabriel's fingers, still curled in Damian's hair, became tighter. His gaze lowered to Damian's lips, then slowly lifted to his eyes, those golden eyes that never looked away, never wavered. 

"Well," Gabriel murmured, his voice rough and low as a growl, "I'm the one that decides this."

Before Damian could react, Gabriel shifted his weight and moved, fast and fluid. He pushed Damian back, hands on his chest, and guided him until the Emperor was sitting on the edge of the chaise. Gabriel followed with ease, straddling his lap as if he had every right to be there, which he did.

Damian's breath caught, and his hands instinctively fell on Gabriel's hips, fingers flexing with a tension that threatened to snap. He looked up, his chest rising and falling, caught between excitement and awe.

"Now this is something I can submit to." He spoke as his hands reached for Gabriel's waistband, his fingers tightening against the material.