Melting into the sheets, Laurent closed his eyes, giving himself over completely to sensation and Damen. His fingers twitched and trembled against Damen's scalp, tugging at his hair, only just aware of himself enough to keep from pulling too sharply. He murmured Damen's name like it was the only word he knew, the only word that mattered.

He'd never known this, never known that anything could be like this, with a lover devoted to his pleasure. All his doubts about Damen crumbled, trusting entirely to Damen's generosity when it came to pleasure. "More, Damen," he begged.