He made her come until Vanessa pushed him away, her hands hanging limp off her wrists. She was exhausted, sated, after her men. Brandon drew her a warm path and helped her into it.

Mm…I bet it’s some nice smooth river rock, at least I hope it is and not like gravel. Also, about that first sentence, I don’t know about it. I’m not ready to make a judgement call yet, but the limp wrist hanging might have to go. I have a feeling it’s going to get rewritten six times before it’s cut. I’ve been trying “sated” instead of “satiated” lately as well, just to mix things up.