Laurent lost himself to it, submerged in the feelings of trust and pleasure. He'd known this man for a mere handful of days, and felt as though his heart might burst with yearning and affection. Everything he felt was Damen, his Damen, his king.

Twisting his neck so that he could claim Damen's lips, Laurent keened once, kissing him with heated, desperate passion.

Forgetting all else, he moved with Damen, beneath Damen, conscious of nothing but the iron and silk grip of Damen's hand between them. He chased the sensations, intoxicated by pleasure, and was taken utterly by surprise when he spilled himself between them, with only a shudder and a gasp as warning.

Bewildered, Laurent broke the kiss and let go, brows furrowed as he stared at Damen.