Laurent's breath hitched, attention riveted to Damen's lips, Damen's hand, Damen's breath against his skin.

His fingers trembled slightly, curling toward his palm and then extending, while he took great care to keep his arm still, not wanting to interrupt a single moment of this. Gaze caught on Damen's lips, entranced, Laurent let his free hand fall to the front of Damen's chiton, curling around the fabric and holding possessively.

His pulse fluttered in his throat and his wrist, heart pounding with the intensity of his emotions.