His three days of marriage with Laurent had been wild, unpredictable, at times frustrating, but Damen did not regret his choice. The Laurent he'd found within these rooms was so much more fascinating and worthy of adoration than the beautiful, amusing Prince he'd been infatuated with. He wanted with all his heart to trust it entirely to Laurent. He chose to take these risks with him now, showing Laurent just how cherished he was.

Damen's touches curled around slim hips and firm cheeks. "I plan to. Perhaps with several expeditions. I seem to be nearing territory that calls for...spelunking." His face remained placid, but there was a gleam in his eye that answered that smile of Laurent's, teasing and delighted. His hands cradled his lover's body, making tracks across his lower torso, the planes of his abdomen, the gentle curve of hips, the creases of his thighs. His movements had a sort of slow, deliberate method to them, like he really was memorizing the shapes beneath his palms, the reactions each bit of skin earned him. He carefully explored everywhere except the obvious. The most critical juncture was pointedly avoided, in favor of learning every other precious inch of Laurent.