Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lex could only smile up at him, her face soft and full of an expression she couldn't even name but it felt very right, whatever it was. It expressed how she felt better then words, which was a first for her.

It took everything Lex had to lay back and let Anatoly work at his own pace. The slow teasing and soft touches were enough to drive her crazy, unable to stop from wiggling under him or the small moans from the back of her throat, just the breathless reaction he was looking for.

The look she sent him had a wild fire behind it. "Amazing..." She bit out, after another soft moan.