Dimensional Descent

As good as his body felt, Leonel felt as though his mind had entered a state of absolute peace. It was beyond just the feelings, but rather the tacit acceptance that had brought him to this moment.

He had been by Aina's side for so long and he had already lost count of the number of opportunities they had had. However, because he was in his own head about so many things, it was always easy to find an excuse, and to also find contentment in what he had without trying to seek more.

After he had made his decision that day, he no longer had any inhibitions. He had already known that when next the two of them had this chance, neither of them would be willing to miss it again.

It wasn't a moment of ravenous passion, nor was it emblazoned with emotions like it had almost been so many times before. Rather, it was calm and intimate. They listened to the sound of each other's breathing, they enjoyed the warmth of each other's embrace, and they were both very much present.

It could only be really explained in one word: comfortable.

There wasn't any pressure on their shoulders, any obligation to act, any fear dictating their actions, or any ulterior motives tainting their thoughts. It couldn't have been any purer.

They smiled, they kissed, they even laughed, neither feeling any tension or oppression. Both just seemed to understand how beautiful the moment was.

It wasn't perfect. They didn't have fireworks in their air, they were currently on the run as fugitives and there were probably no small number of individuals who wanted them dead, and yet it all didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

…

his state of bliss, Leonel suddenly felt his

abilities, he knew exactly how long. 183 seconds, not a second more, not a second less. Three minutes and

at it immediately, but he knew what kind of woman

be ridiculous. Sure, it felt like his cock was in a vice grip of warm and moist clouds as though he was being caressed by the hands of an angel, but he also

what the fuck

fraction of a second before Leonel realized that this wasn't actually what was happening and that

"Leonel?"

gorgeous cherry lips of hers were already

Aina had a tacit sort of agreement. They were still stuck in the beauty of the moment, but very soon, it would likely

Leonel's earlobe, running her hands up and down his defined back as she locked her legs around

'Dammit…'

in his legs, his arms were the only things stopping him from flopping on top of

actually what was happening. It felt like that time she

happening with her, tempting him at every opportunity. He had already locked away most