Out of tiredness, Amara fell asleep, and so did Everett. Everett was smiling even in his sleep.
More than two hours after that, Everett was awakened. He looked at the naked woman curling beside him. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, and so innocent to look at. He never thought that he was the first man in Amara’s life. He could still see the red traces of blood on the cream-colored bed cover. He gathered her fair-skinned and voluptuous body into his arms and kissed her lips gently, avoiding not to wake her up yet. He just wanted to look at her while she was sleeping.
Everett still remembered how she had given up resisting his kisses and voluntarily given herself up to him, to the extent of moaning with much pleasure as their bodies entwined as one.
Smiling joyfully, Everette knew tha
