That cry shot arrow-like down Damen's spine, pooling at the base of it where his body clenched in pleasure. Yes. Laurent was exquisite in his undoing, all from just a single mark. How might he fall apart with Damen making him fully his own?

He cradled Laurent to himself. He too was glad for a moment to breathe, and to admire the deep crimson bloom glowing on Laurent's neck. Damen's arms tucked all around Laurent's body while his hand stroked the bright golden hair. The morning light picked up glimmers of different colors in the strands, yellow and platinum and honey and wheat.

Damen gave a satisfied grunt. No need to reveal to Laurent how hard that confession made him. "I'd like to do that again and feel you come," Damen said, frank and low in Laurent's ear. In Akielon, one would usually couch such things in pleasing euphemisms, but he wanted no mistake in what he wanted to do with Laurent.