Time seemed irrelevant as he fervently sought to please her in every way.

Finally, in a hoarse voice, he murmured, “It's late. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. I'll fetch your some clothes to change into."

Rena's body still leaned against the door, her legs weakened by the intensity of the moment.

Were it not for Waylen's hand supporting her waist, she might have crumpled to the floor.

Waylen gently stroked her waist, whispering, "If you desire more, we can go to the master bedroom."