Throughout their relationship, their hunger for each other's bodies never wavered.

Waylen kept staring at Rena.

He liked to see her get so turned on that she would lose all semblance of reason and fully give herself to him. The only one capable of doing that to her was him.

After all, Rena only belonged to him.

Never in Waylen's wildest imagination did he think he would end up only loving one woman and wanting to share a bed with only her for the rest of his life. He couldn't believe that this woman and this woman alone was capable of arousing such a powerful lust inside him.

To him, this was the most romantic thing, the best example of a perfect marriage.

They had sex for a few rounds.

Once they were done, Waylen and Rena showered together before laying down in the soft mattress. The bed was so comfortable that they no longer wanted to move.

While they were in bed together, Waylen turned to look at Rena, wanting to talk to her.

He liked this woman.

Not only did he enjoy having sex with her, he also enjoyed talking to her.

His hand gently grabbed hers and gave it a squeeze. Then, he asked her how she felt.

Trapped in his arms, Rena sunk her beautiful chin into his arm and kissed him on the lips.

"Do you want to take stock of this kind of thing?"

Waylen laughed before quickly gnashing his teeth. He pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss her.

At that moment, lust was starting to burn in his loins once again.

But before anything could happen, Rena stopped him, “You have a meeting tomorrow morning," she reminded.

Waylen let out a disappointed sigh and pulled away. Rena then leaned closer to him and whispered to his ear, “I notice you like taking me back here very much. Why is that? Is it because all guys care so much about being a girl's first?"

This was the place where they first had sex, and that was also Rena's first time being with a man. Was that the reason?

Waylen stared at her with his deep eyes and said confidently, "I don't know about other guys, but I surely do. But come and think about it, if it's any other woman, I don't think I care about being her first. I only feel this way about you. Is this what they call possessiveness?