Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly had hardly a moment to recover before Lex was on him, and it was all he could do to keep up with the passionate, hungry kisses. He yielded willingly to the barrage, wanting nothing so much more in this morning as Lex's hands on him, touching - loving him.

He leaned back, bracing his hands on the ground to give Lex more room to maneuver. He'd been allowed to set the pace earlier; he was happy enough to give Lex all the control now.