"But you're the one I want to please," Damen said, completely naked in his honesty. It didn't matter that he had more experience at any of this; if anything, it was just a detriment to how easily he could and had driven Laurent away with his too-hungry need.
"What I want with you," Damen admitted, "is to touch you bit by bit. Find the things you like. Explore you with my hands...my mouth, if you will let me..."
He wasn't like Laurent; his negotiations weren't smooth and veiled and subtle, obliquely couched in pretty words. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in earnestness, in complete devotion to Laurent's pleasure, his dark eyes burning with it.
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"What I want with you," Damen admitted, "is to touch you bit by bit. Find the things you like. Explore you with my hands...my mouth, if you will let me..."
He wasn't like Laurent; his negotiations weren't smooth and veiled and subtle, obliquely couched in pretty words. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in earnestness, in complete devotion to Laurent's pleasure, his dark eyes burning with it.