Lapiz looked at the young man's sleeping face.
Alex looked so peaceful, as if he were free from all the troubles of the world.
His soft breaths were adorable, pulling Lapiz's attention to his lips.
The same lips that kissed her lovingly that night.
The same lips that wandered over her body, tasting her, marking her, and bringing her the joys of a woman.
With those lips, Alex tasted her upper and lower lips. He savored them, loved them, and kissed them repeatedly.
And right now, Lapiz was very tempted to kiss those lips and nibble on them while he slept.
But she held herself back.
She then remembered how gently Alex made love to her last night. While it wasn't her first time experiencing such a thing, it was still her real body's first time.
The moment Alex took her purity, Lapiz felt pain.
The pain of being a woman.
His woman.
