Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

If Anatoly was anyone else, he would have called this love and waxed poetically in between fevered caresses and deep sighs. As it was, the very word was on the verge of being spoken. He kissed her tenderly, expressing in his actions what he could not bring himself to say out loud.

Very carefully, he positioned himself just at the edge of her entrance. As eager. As desperate as he was, he wanted reassurance that this was alright, what she wanted, that she was truly ready for this. "Lex, dear heart... ."