An Old Witch

Leandro looked at Larisa who was sleeping deeply by his side. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. He wanted to have her yet again despite the fact that she had fallen asleep only a few minutes ago.

"Larisa" he mumbled her name and a small smile appeared on his lips, lighting up his face.

He however shook off the smile and replaced it with an expressionless look. He could not let her see him smiling this way.

He pulled the blanket off her body and stared longingly at her body. He wanted her over again but patience would do things for now.

She had been a virgin until last night and he did not want to tire her out way too much though he was sure she loved the way he was tiring her out.

He could not hold back his chuckle as his right hand gently tucked her hair behind her ears.

She stirred and he quickly withdrew his hand. He dropped back onto the bed beside her, facing the ceiling.

His mind soon drifted away from her to the curse. Even though he acted so unconcerned about the