A. Zavarelli

And I'm trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there... all soft and inviting, and all I can think about is having them on my body.

Like Artemis and Orion, fate was working against us, and we couldn't be together in this life. But he will forever be immortalized in my heart.

And I__ trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there. All soft and inviting_ and all I can think about is having them on my body.

He tastes like mint and posession and fire.

She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn__ enough. Controlling her didn__ douse the inferno blazing inside me.

My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.

His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo.

I thought I told you I don__ play by the rules,_ I argue.__e__e mistaken,_ he says. __e just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You__l be playing by all my rules.

I have no idea why, but I'm grinning back at her. This temperamental, wild creature in front of me who has the nerve to put me in my place.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he__ looking at me at this moment. Like I__ his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he__ break both their legs and an arm for good measure.

I never realized how empty my life had really become until I had him in it. He did that to me. He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. When I didn__ have to feel or think or care about someone else. Sure I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I__ anything but.

Know what__ worse than cold turkey? Just a little bump. One tiny sip to take the edge off. The edges never went away, they only got sharper. Every addict would tell you. Gray areas couldn__ exist in a sober environment.

I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I__ only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness. His weakness was me.

I didn__ know what to say. What to do. I didn__ feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn__ go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn__ we be together?

I__ not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

It wasn__ desire, it was biology. My body was adapting to the situation. Doing what it needed to survive. That, I was certain of. Because if I had liked it, liked the hands of this monster, that would have made me a monster too.

Don__ deny me what__ mine, Brighton.

I__ single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.