Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes , breathes in the smoky scent, curling around and in on itself. Building. We pet it, nurse it into existence . It is ours. All ours. A coveted perfection. And when it refuses to be ignored, it rages. It roars to life. A blazing inferno. Consuming.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. When you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
My gaze flicks lower as my goddess clamps her thighs together. I bite down on my bottom lip, inducing a slight pain to keep my emotions in check, my head clear . The need to slip my arms around her and hike up that damn dress …spread those legs wide… is almost unbearable. I grip my jeans near my knees, clenching the rough material, to keep my hands from roaming.
“He‘s punishing her for moving, but that sharp spike of pain gives her so much pleasure… that she can‘t help but be disobedient. She needs the punishment almost as much as she needs the release— the gratification.”
“I only want to see that look in your eyes, that passion on your face— the one you wore just moments before that rude interruption.”
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With Visions of Red: Broken Bonds, Book One | 
