My body is craving the beast, the last person that it should ever want. I keep remembering what it felt like to be kissed by him, to have his hands on the most intimate parts of my body. I don't want to want him, but it hurts so much to try and fight it.
I don't want to feel anything for someone like him. If I had a chance to turn off my emotions, I would do it just so that I wouldn't feel the way I do.
I want things from him that he would never be able to give to me. I want him to like me and not just for my body; I want him to care for and love me. I want what my brothers have with their respective mates. I want a love so pure and beautiful that others can't help but wish that they had it too.
And I want all of these things to be with him. I'm angry with myself for wanting these th
