The room was thick with the musky scent of rut, a heady mix of dominance and raw need that clung to every surface. Damian's golden eyes burned with an intensity that bordered on predatory, his broad shoulders casting shadows over Gabriel's lithe frame as he loomed above him. His chest heaved with each labored breath, the ripple of muscle beneath his skin betraying the barely restrained strength he held back.
Gabriel lay sprawled beneath him, his lean body framed by the rumpled sheets, his skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. His lips curved into that infuriating smirk, one that always managed to both challenge and entice Damian in equal measure. He knows exactly what he's doing, Damian thought, his jaw tightening as his hands roamed down Gabriel's sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips hard enough to leave marks.
