Rhane moved along with Jenna, standing when she wanted him to and climbing the bed when she tugged him. He snaked his arm around her waist to hold her steady. Though immersed in the kissing, his eyes stayed half open, staring at the woman in his arms.
There was something about being kissed by a drunk goddess, Rhane thought to himself. He could taste the liquor she had earlier, and the flavour burst on his tongue each time Jenna grazed and sucked his tongue.
Rhane wanted to be the wine on Jenna's tongue, the liquor she had swallowed. A mere wine had travelled through the body of his master and now made her free. That same wine is what he wished to be.
At the moment, Rhane wasn't seeing a drunk woman. No, what he could define Jenna as wasn't a drunk woman acting silly.
With her eyes closed, Rhane noticed the thick, black, luscious lashes that framed her eyes, her cheeks flushed light pink, and her messy hair falling on her face.
