Kenzie watched his eyes for a moment before something odd happened in them, he seemed to be struggling, with what she didn't know, nor could she think on it long because suddenly, his hand came down on her thigh, her eyes watched his hand as his fingers tore a whole into her tights. "Josh" She gasped, looking up at him and in the same moment, he moved himself between her legs. Her heart raced and her body ached, but her mind, her mind was unsure of what was happening. She couldn't find the words as her body and mind battled. Josh was doing this, Josh, he shouldn't be doing this, not like this. This wasn't the love she used to imagine it would be, it was lust, pure and hot like he couldn't control himself, and what was worse....she couldn't either. She watched his eyes as his watched hers. She wanted to say something. There was something she had to say...something important....
The thought was gone, as his hand curled around her hip, holding on to her as he leaned in closer, almost guiding her to her back. She was half leaning backwards, propped up by an arm, the towel she had, had fallen during his positioning her.
He seemed to creep closer to her, his hand moving between her lips, the mere presence of his hand there was nearly enough to send her over the edge. "J-josh." She breathed, her voice a small whisper.
"You're truly, beautiful, Kenzie" He said before pressing his lips against hers, capturing her bottom lip, nipping at it, from between his lips as one hand gripped her hip, riding up her skirt. Her eyes closed, as she felt herself kiss him back and suddenly, nothing else mattered, all she was, was want and need. She craved him, needed him. Her hands came up, grabbing either side of his face, as she pressed her own violent lust-filled kiss to his lips. She rose up, and somehow wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him back against the couch, were she straddled him, as she kissed him roughly, her hands moving down his chest, gripping his shirt, and with an incredible amount of strength, she tore the shirt down the middle. She was Kenzie only in name, her mind only wanting him--not him, but his sex, as she kissed him, she drew from him, energy and power, something the conscious Kenzie didn't know, nor could she explain. This subconscious Kenzie, the one that was in control now, that wanted only sex and whatever power he was giving off.