Lyvana moved with a sudden, wild energy, her usual shyness gone as the heat in her blood took over.
Her hands grabbed Julian's shirt and pulled it open, exposing his perfect body. Then fumbled with the zipper of his trousers. The feeling of her hands against his aching hardness was the final blow to his control.
Julian didn't wait another second. He reached out and grabbed her waist, his hands digging into her soft skin. He sat up and lifted her, pulling her right on top of him.
Lyvana let out a loud moan as he entered her in one frantic movement, then reached up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her face down to his.
"You're in control, Lyvana," he said against her lips. "Take what you want."
She didn't need to be told twice. She arched her back and began to move. The ache that had been tearing her apart finally began to turn into a deep, heavy pleasure.
