Leo's Pov.
I leave my luxurious room and walk into my wife's room. She is sound asleep and I can't help but admire how beautiful she truly is, her silky red night gown barely covering her smooth butt cheek and her brown hair is sprawled on the pillow.
If only I was capable of loving a woman, but I am not and love isn't a feeling for me. Love is a bondage that can't easily be broken off, but lust is a feeling that disappears after you get a taste of what you've lust after.
I walk towards her window and draw the curtains, reveling the full moon which reflects its light into the dimly lit room.
Every night I come into her room, her body calms my beast, my anger and passion to drink.
"No." She whispers as tears roll down her temple. Her hands are clutching the pillow tightly and sweat cre
