Gabriel let out a soft whimper at the feeling of your blood on his lips, drinking it up like he was a man starved. Crimson dripped down his chin, staining his silk button-up. "Sweet little lamb.." He whispers, pressing a kiss to the wound,gently brushing his fingers over it. He sinks his teeth in the layers of your skin once more, pain blooming through your nerves like a scarily beautiful flower in the middle of spring. Alas, this was no spring, just your cannibalistic lover’s insatiable hunger.