Laurent was such an excellent rider. Damen had had the opportunity to admire his seat in the saddle on more than one occasion during their courtship and betrothal. So proud and straight and exuberant, confident in his stride and graceful control. So he was here, and Damen could not help but admire now too, as Laurent rode him with exquisite poise and energy.

His hand moved up the length of that arched spine; the other found its way along the smooth muscled torso, the lean contours of Laurent's chest. Indulgently, Damen found a nipple and teased at it. "Better?" His lips curved in a challenge. He could feel Laurent's length bouncing against his abdomen, the press of soft sac just above his groin; could feel, too, that fierce quiver whenever his tip nudged the firm bulge of Laurent's sweet spot. Damen leaned into the angle of it. "What do you need, Laurent?"