Gabriel was still shaking when Damian kissed him again, not to soothe, but to stoke the fire that was still burning low and steady beneath his skin. Their bodies stayed joined, Damian's knot keeping them locked together with every subtle pulse. It wasn't over. Not for either of them.
"Still mine," Damian growled against his lips, voice ragged, all husk and hunger.
Gabriel could barely breathe around it—around him. His fingers were still tangled in Damian's hair, now damp with sweat, and his thighs trembled from where they wrapped around his mate's waist.
"Always," Gabriel whispered back, wrecked and smiling.
Damian drew back just enough to take a good look at him. The faintest golden shimmer clung to his irises, threaded through the black like molten fire. His jaw was tight, his body taut with the need that hadn't fully ebbed. His hand found Gabriel's chest again, palm splayed over his heart as if anchoring him there.
