Ren's chest heaved as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her strength was gradually seeping back into her jelly-like limbs, but as she floated in the cool pond, she could distinctly feel the thick, rigid length of Kael's erection pressing insistently against her bare thigh.
She pulled back slightly from his warm, muscular chest, creating a few inches of distance in the water, and turned to look up at his face.
The morning sun filtered through the canopy, illuminating Kael's sharp, aristocratic jawline, his striking white hair, and those intense, glowing golden eyes. Ren's heart did a little flutter. Most times, she genuinely could not believe her own astronomical luck. She had literally fallen off a cliff into a prehistoric, terrifying death-trap of a world, yet somehow, she had managed to pick up the absolute most handsome husbands in existence.
