Maria met his dark, thoughtful gaze and wondered what he was thinking.<em> What did he see when he looked at her?  How would she appear to someone who had absolutely no clue who she was or who she was married to?  Someone who had not an inkling of the torment she endured?  The humiliation and degredation?  Someone who literally had not a single expectation or preconcieved notion about how she was supposed to be or act ?  And although she'd like to pretend otherwise, didn't really care one way or the other?</em>The thoughts were freeing in a way she'd never considered and made her realize that<em>right here, right now, with Drey</em>...she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't and that he'd accept her in whatever way she decided she<em>wanted to be</em>.  And at the moment, with her confidence soaring, she wanted to be<em>in control</em>.<br/><br/>" Drey?" she said finally, as she seductively crawled up the length of his body, placing open mouth kisses all along his finely sculpted chest while her dark, sultry eyes never once left his gaze.  " I want you to fuck me now.....but I'm going to be on top, o.k.?"