Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)
Chapter 123 - 118: Damian’s mark (2)

Chapter 123: Chapter 118: Damian’s mark (2)

"I’m going to replace your old mark with mine. A real one."

Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling as Damian leaned in, his lips brushing against the nape of his neck. "Damian," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Shh," Damian murmured, his breath hot against Gabriel’s skin. "Trust me."

Gabriel closed his eyes, his body tensing as he felt Damian’s teeth graze his skin. And then, with a sharp, possessive bite, Damian marked him, claiming him as his own. A searing pain shot through Gabriel’s body, followed by an intense wave of pleasure that left him gasping for air.

Damian pulled back, his golden eyes filled with satisfaction as he gazed at his mark on Gabriel’s skin. "Mine," he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Now and forever."

Gabriel’s body was on fire, his mind clouded with desire as Damian’s lips found his, claiming him in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands roamed over Gabriel’s body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "I want you," Damian murmured against his lips. "More than anything."

Gabriel’s body arched against Damian’s, his need for him overwhelming. "Damian," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "Please."

Damian’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he positioned himself between Gabriel’s legs. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice filled with promise.

"You’re mine, Gabriel," Damian repeated, voice low against Gabriel’s ear. His cock pressed, firm but impossibly large. When the head breached, he remained still, his teeth sinking into Gabriel’s shoulder. The cry that tore from Gabriel’s throat was entirely erotic, sending a shiver straight down Damian’s spine. Gabriel sank into it, feeling the throbbing member press against his rim, his eyes slamming shut as it filled him. The burning stretch was euphoric, and Gabriel let go of the sheets to grip the headboard, not wanting to stray for even a second.

"You feel so good," Damian growled, his voice filled with desire. "So tight, so perfect."

Gabriel’s hands clenched the sheets, his body arching as Damian pushed deeper, filling him completely.

Gabriel’s body trembled, his mind clouded with pleasure as Damian began to move, slow and deep, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. His fingers dug into the sheets, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tried to hold on.

"That’s it," Damian murmured, his voice low and filled with praise. "Just let go. Give in to me."

Gabriel’s body was on fire, his mind consumed by the intense pleasure Damian was giving him. He could feel Damian’s knot pressing against him, threatening to push him over the edge. "Damian," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "Please."

Damian’s golden eyes burned with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Gabriel’s ear. "I’m going to knot you," he growled, his voice filled with promise. "And when I do, you’ll be mine. Completely and utterly mine."

Gabriel’s body trembled, his need for Damian overwhelming as he nodded, unable to form the words. And then, with one final push, Damian’s knot locked inside him, filling him completely and pushing him over the edge.

Gabriel’s body convulsed, his mind blank, as waves of pleasure washed over him. Damian’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "Mine," he murmured, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Now and forever."

Gabriel’s body was still trembling, his senses overwhelmed by the force of Damian’s claim, when something inside him changed. The haze of submission began to fade, replaced by a boldness that surprised even himself. His hands, which had been clinging to Damian’s shoulders, moved up, sliding through Damian’s thick, dark hair. His fingers tangled in the locks, first gently, then firmly, as he guided Damian’s face to his own.

Their lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Gabriel’s mouth pressed against Damian’s with a newfound fierceness, his tongue seeking entrance with an urgency that startled Damian into a low groan. The Emperor’s hands tightened around Gabriel’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin as if to protect himself from the unexpected attack.

Gabriel didn’t stop. His tongue explored Damian’s mouth with confidence that belied his usual reserve, and his movements were deliberate and demanding. He could feel Damian’s surprise, the way his body shuddered beneath the intensity of the kiss, and it only emboldened him further. This, he thought, is what it feels like to take control.

Damian’s response was immediate. Gabriel’s groan turned into a growl, reverberating through his chest and sending shivers down his spine. The Emperor’s grip on Gabriel’s hips shifted, his fingers sliding lower, possessively cupping the curve of his ass. His slow, deliberate thrusts became more urgent, as if he could not hold back any longer.

"Gabriel," Damian murmured against his lips, the word rough and guttural, like a prayer and a warning all at once. His golden eyes burned with a heat that threatened to consume them both, his desire laid bare for Gabriel to see.

Gabriel didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pulled Damian closer, deepening the kiss, his body arching to meet the Emperor’s every movement. The rhythm between them shifted, no longer just Damian taking control but Gabriel meeting him, pushing him, demanding more. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat between them building to a fever pitch.

Damian’s hands moved again, one sliding up Gabriel’s back to press him closer and the other trailing down to the delicate curve of his hip. His fingers traced patterns on Gabriel’s skin, teasing and coaxing, as if unsure whether to hold on or let go. "You are driving me insane," he growled, his voice low and ragged, barely audible above the sound of their breath.

Gabriel’s lips curved into a faint smile, and his confidence grew with each moment. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Damian’s ear. "Good," he whispered, the word a challenge and a promise wrapped in one. His hands moved lower, fingers skimming down Damian’s back, feeling the tension in the muscles beneath his skin. He pressed his palms against Damian’s hips, urging him forward, harder, faster.

Damian’s response was instantaneous. His thrusts became more forceful; his body pressed so tightly against Gabriel’s that there was no space between them. The air around them was thick with the scent of their desire, a heady mix of Damian’s alpha pheromones and faint, lingering traces of Gabriel’s omega scent.

Gabriel could feel the pressure increasing inside him, the pleasure coiling tighter with each movement. His breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps, his body trembled as he teetered on the edge. "Damian," he whispered, his voice breaking on the name, "I can’t—"

"Hold on," Damian growled, his voice rough with need. His hands tightened around Gabriel’s hips, keeping him steady as he thrust harder and deeper, each movement bringing Gabriel closer to the edge. "I’ve got you."

The words were a promise, a reassurance, and Gabriel clung to them, to Damian, as his surroundings blurred. The pleasure was all-consuming, like a wave threatening to drown him, and he did not want it to end. He wanted this—Damian—more than anything else.

Damian’s lips touched his again, the kiss less controlled, more frantic, as if he, too, was on the verge of losing himself. His hands moved to Gabriel’s shoulders, fingers digging into the soft skin as he hugged him close, his thrusts becoming almost desperate. "Gabriel," he whispered, his voice trembling with a vulnerability that Gabriel had never heard before. "You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine."

His heart clenched at the raw need in Damian’s voice, at the way the powerful Emperor seemed to falter, if only for a moment. He reached up, his fingers brushing against Damian’s cheek, his touch as soft as his voice was firm. "I’m yours," he whispered, the words a promise, a surrender, and a truth all at once. "Always."

Damian’s breath caught, and his golden eyes darkened with an emotion Gabriel could not quite identify. His thrusts slowed, became deeper, more deliberate, as if he were trying to savor every moment, every sensation. "Mine," he murmured, the word a vow, a claim, as he pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s. "Now and forever."

Gabriel’s body responded to the intensity of Damian’s words, his need spiraling out of control as he felt the pressure inside him reach its peak. "Damian," he gasped, his voice breaking as the wave of pleasure finally crashed over him, his body convulsing as he was pushed over the edge.

Damian’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close as he followed, his own release shuddering through him with a force that left them both trembling. His breath was hot against Gabriel’s skin, his voice rough with emotion as he whispered, "Mine," one last time.