Lucian leaned in closer, his breath warm and heavy against Gabriel's skin, as he extended his tongue, slowly tracing the blood that seeped from the corner of Gabriel's mouth. The taste was intoxicating—a potent mixture of power and despair that sent a shiver of delight down Lucian's spine. He let out a low, satisfied groan, savoring the moment.
"I must admit, Gabriel," Lucian murmured, his voice a twisted blend of amusement and hunger, "I never imagined your blood would taste this exquisite. So rich, so full of life… It's a shame you've wasted it on such a futile struggle."
Gabriel's muscles tensed, anger flaring through his weakened body. The humiliation of being reduced to nothing more than a source of pleasure for Lucian burned hotter than the pain coursing through him. He forced himself to speak, his voice strained and laced with fury. "Get your filthy tongue away from me, you bastard!"
