Blind Obsession

I love you. That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.

If there was obsession here—a dominant persistent desire—then it was the desire to lose ourselves in one another. The only problem is that one person is now lost, and the other is trapped.

You've fucking destroyed me. First, she did, and now, you are.

When did this story morph? When did it change from a tale of two to a tragedy of three?

I'm struck with the realization that I'm holding onto a man who, for now, is holding onto me but he has still not let go of her.

Let me inside.” Gently biting her bottom lip, he pleaded, “Let me inside, and never let me go.

She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.

I'd heard about people falling in love, and I'd heard about lust. What I had never heard about was this all-consuming need to be inside another human being. I felt this desperate compulsion to become one with him. This was desire. This was to crave. This was what if felt like to want.

I will only be as far as your heart lets me go.

I know I'm not the woman he so obviously hungers for and even though I'm not who he wants, I find myself stupidly willing to be her substitute.

I see your eyes—those beautiful but frustrating eyes—looking up at me and offering everything I f**king want. I’m going to take it.” He growled out in a voice I hardly recognized. “I’m going to take everything you’re offering and more. I see your body laid out before me. You are open, vulnerable, and so f**king sexy that I can’t help but want to own it.

You are so fucking beautiful you hurt my eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and, therefore, is winged cupid blind. I don't need to see you, Phillipe, to know you feel as I do.

There's a part of you, Gemma, that's so fucking sweet, and I want to steal that part of you, even though I know I shouldn't.

I love you. That is the beginning, and that is the end. That is everything.

He touches me with every look he gives me, and she touches me with every word she tells me.

I'm going crazy. I want this man to posess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.

When I look at you, she is all I see.

I've been stimulated and made love to, but never have I craved the darkness that I witnessed in him.

There was the moment-the moment I went back there for. That was the moment I knew that this man was going to change my life forever. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to change his.

Yes, Phillipe. I want to feel you everywhere before I feel you nowhere.

I'm going to pull you under and drown you in me until you can't forget.

Your body is begging for me to fuck it, Gemma, and I think your mind is too.” I can’t help myself from responding. “I think you’re already doing that.” “What?” he quietly demands. “Fucking with my mind.

So I'm just suppose to bare my soul to you?" In the blink of the eye, he darkens the moment. "Well, you're asking me to bare mine.

Right now, you're mine, just like she was mine. I'm going to pull you under and drown you in me until you can't forget.

You’re so fucking wet that you drenched my fingers through your panties. Do you know how fucking sexy that is? Do you know how hard that makes me?

She is the mystery that is wrapped tightly around the man I am trying so desperately to unravel.

When I fuck you, Gemma, I want your eyes open, looking right at me. I've never hidden who I am from anyone I've touched, and I won't start with you.

I listen as he becomes a victim to his own seduction