He always told her that her passion would be her undoing, but she could never reverse it. Her love for him was too strong to even try to resist.
At first, she had loved him as a master, as he had taken her under his wing and succeeded where all others had failed. But as she grew to know him, she began to love his ambition, his power, and his love for her.
She had thought it was lust at first, as she was physically attractive to men. But she soon realized it was more than attraction. His soul had met hers, and won over her common sense. She was his now, she could never go back.
No one understood her except for him. He knew what revenge was on the deepest part of her mind, what affections and debts lay there. He could read her mind, and she loved that about him.
She hadn't known him before he became her Lord. She wished she had; she would have destroyed anyone who insulted him. She was protective, like a lioness.
He had been reborn, and he helped her escape from her prison, not just consisting of bars, but also made up the part of her that could never love again.
She thought that she had known love when she married, but that was simply lust, physical attraction. Her husband was pleasant, but he could never compare with the one that she truly loved.
She had always fought for what she wanted, and she would fight like a tigress if she needed to for his love. She would crumple if she knew he existed in this world and did not love her or need her.
He had told her that he needed her with him. She thought it one of the sweetest things a man could say to her. She knew, though, that she needed him much more than he needed her.
Ever since she realized she loved him, she had imagined making love to him. It had never happened, however many hints she dropped. Many times she doubted he even felt that way about her. Perhaps he thought she was a toy to play with.
But he kept reassuring her, and she believed him. She couldn't breathe without him. Her body needed his. This was the way her life was going to be.
