Leonor wondered for such a long if they would ever be close enough for her to go on the winterization excursion around the duchy. Yet there they were, hours from leaving together and the duchess was too excited to sleep.
They already went to bed late after spending the evening in an intimate embrace so she didn't understand her restlessness.
The duchess rolled yet again and Desmond finally sat up, having been woken up earlier when he felt Leonor get up from the bed and check out of the window to see if the sun had risen and, if it had, how high it was.
In the darkness of the room, he scooted closer to his restless wife underneath the blankets and wrapped an arm around her as well as one of his legs over hers so she was forced to lie still.
"Am I going to have to tie you up to get you to sleep for longer?" he asked and gently bit the bare shoulder that was suddenly in perfect reach of his mouth.
