Alexis' fingers became entwined in his ebony hair.

They continued to indulge in a whirlwind of kisses.

Swaying together, drunken of each other, a deft touch of her hand caused his belt buckle to release with a crisp click. The elegant silver accessory tumbled aside, freeing Leonel's white shirttails.

With her arms around his neck, Alexis whispered against his Lips, “Impressive kissing skills, Mr. Douglas."

Leonel's complexion bore a faint flush.

His Adam's apple moved involuntarily a few times before he ardently kissed her once more. He carried her into the master bedroom, saturated with the lingering fragrance of a woman.

Leonel held her close, one hand braced against the bed, their intense kisses growing more passionate.

In the throes of passion, they merged their bodies.

Alexis tenderly traced her fingers along his handsome countenance, lifting beads of sweat as substantial as peas from his skin. She chuckled softly.

Leonel clenched his jaw and ardently dominated her.

By the time they finished, it was already two in the morning.

Leonel remained insatiable, while Alexis couldn't keep up with his ceaseless demands. She playfully slapped his cheek, saying, “Don't be so voracious."

She then enveloped herself in the sheets and headed for the shower.

Leonel sat upright, lighting a post-sex cigarette. He intended to wait for Alexis to finish so they could converse.

Alexis emerged from her shower after a mere five minutes. Catching sight of him, deep in thought, leaning against the headboard, she let out a soft laugh as she lifted the comforter and settled in, and then closed her eyes.

“Don't forget to turn off the lights outside when you leave. I prefer a dimmer ambiance."

Leonel furrowed his brow.

"Are you kicking me out?"

What kind of man would depart his sweetheart's abode in the cold after sating her every desire, inside and out?

Alexis kept her eyes shut.