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.
If this wasn't a goddess, then Rhane wanted to have a quick conversation with historians. To him, the woman before him deserved to be worshipped and bowed to. Even in her drunken state, no maiden stood a chance.
"Mmmmm,"
Jenna moaned, her eyes closed. She gulped softly as she pressed her lips hungrily on the young man before her.
She nibbled on his lower lip, then licked. Her tongue hungrily relishing the taste of Rhane. Jenna's arm wrapped around Rhane's neck, pulling him closer to herself until they were both on the bed.
Jenna pecked Rhane's lips, pushing her head down. She opened her eyes slowly, her chest falling and rising with heavy breathing.
"You..." Jenna moved her hand from Rhane's neck, swiping her thumb on his lips. "Taste so good."
Rhane bent his face and smiled, almost a shy smile. "Master, do you enjoy stealing my line?"
Jenna blushed, tracing her finger from Rhane's lips down to his neck and slipping it into his chest.
"So big...yet so soft," Jenna trailed, the alcohol still hitting her hard. "Why do you...always make me want to..." She paused.
Rhane watched his master close her eyes. Thinking she had fallen asleep, he tried to stand, but Jenna opened her eyes.
"I want to feel like a woman again," Jenna muttered, touching her chest. "But I'm scared...I want to be held but not broken...I want you to....." She mumbled the rest, finally dozing off.
When Rhane heard the soft snore from her, he smiled, shaking his head.
"This woman." He carefully brought down Jenna's hand from his neck and placed it on her stomach.
"You have a knack for leaving people hungry, don't you?" He pushed the strands of Jenna's hair to the side so he could see her face clearly.
"I forgive you, Master," Rhane whispered, rubbing the side of her face when he felt a scar mark on her forehead.
Rhane leaned to get a closer look, and he saw not just one but two. His jaw ticked. He heard from Percy about Jenna's life before now, but he didn't expect the scars to be this deep.
Curious, Rhane pushed Jenna's hair to the side, his eyes trailing down her neck. The more he moved, the more he saw gruesome scars that didn't belong to a woman's body.
"Fuck me," Rhane cursed under his breath at the same time Jenna chewed something in her sleep, turning her body to the side.
Even in her sleep, she looked sweet and innocent, like a chick unaware of the dangers outside its mother's bosom. And it made Rhane have the strong urge to fold her in his arms and protect her from the world's wicked air.
And seeing how the scars traced down her neck, Rhane was certain it wasn't twice that she had been hit. He couldn't bear to look at the malicious imprint on a woman's body. It made him wonder which monster would go as far as to hit a woman until she even bleeds.
Jenna wasn't a woman of trouble, neither did she look like she could even hurt a fly. Why would anyone want to hurt her then? Rhane could already imagine himself hitting out the life out of her husband.
A fool and loser who was given gold but asked for stones. Rhane thought of thousands of possible ways of making the man swallow stones while punching into his stomach. For one pain he inflicted on Jenna, he wanted to make times six of it.
But at the moment, idiots didn't exist in the domain where he and Jenna were. Rhane could still feel her plump, luscious, fruity lips sucking on him.
"Too bold..." He purred, brushing his thumb on Jenna's face. And that was what got his attention. Innocent smile, yet storm in her eyes. There was a fierceness in Jenna's eyes that made Rhane want to grab her neck and stare at her all day.
She wasn't too timid to be intimidated, neither was she too bold to insult people. She stood at the balance of speaking her mind and staying on her lane.
Jenna mumbled again in her sleep, and Rhane took the cue to stand. To avoid waking her up, Rhane left her hair, moving it up so it didn't cover her face. He stood up from the bed, covering Jenna's body with a blanket.
He watched Jenna sleep like she had no worries or painful stories behind those scars.
"Sweet dreams, Master." Rhane bowed. "Sweet dreams of me," he completed with a smile, quietly turning to leave the room.
Stepping out into the dark, Rhane slipped his hand into his pocket. His stride slow but intentional. He hummed a soft whistle, walking back down to the village center.
Rhane still remembered the face of the man who had said something about Jenna. He wasn't one to leave business unfinished. No disrespect against Jenna should be left unattended.
"Anne!"
Rhane's step came to a halt. He recognized the voice that he didn't even need to turn to know who it was.
Percy staggered closer until he was standing beside Rhane. He leaned closer and sniffed, then backed away.
"I remember now....you- it was a beeswax on you that day and...you're with those thieves right? T-hey said your name....Rha...ne. Your name isn't Anne, right?" Percy mumbled his words, struggling to speak clearly, but his eyes looked like a death glare.
"I know who you are, and I'm going to expose you!" He raised the hand that held the wine jar, pointing at Rhane.
Rhane tilted his head, a playful grin that hosted mischief in his eyes. He let out a relaxed exhale, pushing his two hands back inside his pocket.
"Do I have to kill you?" He delivered his words with a straight face.