Each time Leonor and Desmond met one another behind closed doors was just as special as the very first time. Even at the frequency in which they joined each other's bodies in the realm of pleasure, they reached new heights of connectedness that neither one of them thought was possible.
There was a palpable sense of rushing as Desmond took them out of the palace and ran to the Queen's Palace as if his life depended on it.
Leonor could feel his body head radiating off of him so much that she thought if she stripped him he might start steaming in the frozen winter night they were having. She was tempted to test her theory out if it weren't for the desperation she was also feeling after the way he touched her in such a public place then abruptly stopped himself so he could enjoy her in a more appropriate setting.
However, even when they were behind closed doors, it could hardly be deemed as appropriate.
