Jenna sat atop Rhane's body, her head nestled on his shoulder and her hair sprawled, covering her face. She tried to breathe slowly, though her insides now felt sore, but she loved the feeling of having Rhane inside her. She felt secure and somewhere between safe and randy.
It was great, Jenna thought to herself. Having Rhane take her was absolutely great.
She'd never imagined that mating with a man would feel this refreshing— like she had taken clean spring water after chewing mint. It gave her an indescribable feeling. Rhane had been slow, placed her comfort above his, and even worried through it all that she might be hurting.
The irony of life, Jenna never considered she would one day be in the arms of someone like Rhane. He wasn't her kind of man. Jenna preferred men who appeared soft but were also kind and loyal. Coming from a good family was also a bonus.
