Leonel let out a groan.

He was at his wit's end.

His attractive face flushed a light shade of red. He couldn't take it anymore, his approach now more brusque than ever.

They were done having sex before dinnertime.

Feeling weak in the knees, Alexis watched as Leonel helped her with her dress and methodically buttoned up his own clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair with an air of nonchalance, betraying none of the fervor from moments ago.