~Jenetta’s PoV~
Is this really happening? It feels way too good to be real. Maybe I died back at the mines when my own pack members shot me in the back, and this is my version of heaven?
If so, I’ll take it. I can’t imagine anything better.
In those few awkward attempts I made at learning how to satisfy myself, feeling guilty and uncertain as I let my hands roam across my body in the locked privacy of my bedroom, it never felt anything close to this. Once or twice, by accident, I did something that felt good, but when I tried to repeat it, I always failed.
Tamir already seems to know my body better than I know it myself. I didn’t even have to tell him when something felt good. Somehow, he knew, and he kept doing it, or came back to it later, at exactly the right time. I didn’t have to
