Our bedroom. Laurent liked the sound of that. Liked the implication that he had a place here, and that Damen wanted him as part of his life.

Winding one hand into Damen's hair and keeping the other pressed against Damen's broad chest, Laurent returned the kiss, sweet and sincere, following Damen's lead without offering any challenge this time. He was tired of fighting. He just wanted to trust to Damen, and to the sense of Damen's honor that he was starting to understand.

Whimpering very softly against Damen's lips, Laurent pressed close against him, craving the feeling of safety and affection that Damen provided.