In times when Leonor was the one to take the lead in any sort of intimate situation, Desmond felt like his wildest dreams were coming true.
Timid Leonor who used to blush from a mere glance at him from a distance had grown into a terrifying woman who took charge and allowed herself to follow her desires. To be married to her was the greatest gift in the universe.
She didn't have to feel guilty for desiring her husband. He was slowly breaking down the barrier of her guilt and helping her realize it.
"What are you getting up to?" Desmond whispered, feeling his stomach flutter as her fingers went down his rows of abs.
He was flustered.
"Relax," Leonor whispered against the back of his neck, only able to reach it since he had sunken lower and his feet outstretched, reaching the other side of the tub.
