There was something to be said for dreamy, romantic lovemaking at the proper time. This was not one of those times. Lulu pushed back against him, tugging his trousers down, hurrying to move her skirt, not really caring so much about tearing stockings or ripping undergarments. It was exhilarating, and she returned his fervor with heat of her own. Her usually pale skin was flushed pink, and she couldn't help but smirk at him whenever they moved back to breathe.