''We cannot keep keep doing this.''
Objects being pushed off of the wooden surface. Perfume bottles smashing themselves on the hard floor. The sweet aroma of daisies and linnea filling the air.
The sound of ripping fabric. The soft kisses carressing her skin. A shirt being thrown in the corner. Her soft voice telling him to stop. Her mind not wanting it.
Dimmed lights. Hot bodies pressed to one another. Sweet words of hope and devotion. Words never to be heard outside those walls.
''They will find out someday.''
Soft whimpers. His teeth penetrating her skin. Droplets of blood staining his shirt. Sweet pain filling her body. Ecstasy. Nails raking down his back. Broken skin. Blood. Dominance. Fight.
Two violent souls being drawn to eachother. Lust. Love. Empty promises. Hiding places, stolen kisses. Betrayal. Secrets. Fingers wrapping around her neck. Physical pain, emotional pleasure.
Heighted senses. Clinging to eachother. Explosion of senses. Shivers. Silence. Sweat. Contentment. Careful kisses. Bruises. Pain. Her sweet touch erasing it.
''I am sorry.''
Guilt. Broken souls. Tears staining her cheeks. Sorrow. Regret. Not enough of it to stop it. Her name leaving his lips. Fingers praying away the tears. Betrayal. Betrayal over and over again.
A woman waiting for her to come home. Dinner. Peace. No pain. No bruises. No anger. If only she knew.
A woman waiting for him. A son. A dog. Realization in her eyes. Sadness. Keeping quiet. Pain. Feeling her scent on him. Seeing the bruises she left on him. But how could she let him go? How could she break her own family?
Hartred. For her. For him. For their relationship. For the love they felt. Yet, it kept happening.
Stolen moments. Stolen kisses. Pain. Pleasure. Secrets.
''I love you.''
