Condemn

From the first moment I tasted her lips and felt her silky soft skin, I knew one night would never be enough.

I've spent months obsessing over the woman whose first name is all I know. The night we met, she slid right under my skin and I'm angered at my idiocy for not asking for her last name.

After months of longing, I find her. All I want to do is get her into my bed, but she delivers a blow that ignites every protective instinct I have.

I want revenge for her.

I want to protect her with my life.

I want to make her mine.

My hands have already been stained red. I have no hesitancy to hurt anyone who has hurt her.

I don't care who they are.

They will suffer the consequences.

Because of what was done to her, the tormented life she's led, she's fighting that sizzling attraction between us.

I'm not. I'll stoke it until the embers flame. Play a whole lot dirty.

Our connection is too strong to deny, my need for her too deep. I want to be the man to help her overcome her fears and all she's lost.

I just need her to believe in the words I've told her.

That who she is, what was done in the past, doesn't matter to me.

She's the only thing that does.