"Hmm," she hummed, her hands running up and down on the silky material in which she laid, "Your bed indeed."
"You better assess your words carefully before you speak," stated the amber eye beauty in a dark voice as he stared at her lustfully. Not that it matters to her now.
If it were any other time, she would've fallen at his feet-or maybe kissed it-just by that one look he gave her. But things had to change, quickly might I add.
Her view wasn't in lust alone. Lust has driven her to the wrong path for as long as she can remember.
It happened with Everest, and it devastated her, It happened with Axel, and she was broken and it somewhat happened with him-not fully, but it almost shattered her.
Luckily, she had gathered the broken pieces of herself and glue them together as tight as she could. She was perfect, but at least she was enough to not be classified as broken.
