I can see past your faults.

I wanted badly to do so. To be able to see past what you did.

But how could I? Every time I looked at you, all I could see was your lips on anothers. Our sacred bond broken, I don't want to think about it.

As, you sleep on this bed, this bed we shared together...the bed you shared with Her as well...I can tell you're once again having a nightmare. You're face is paler than usual, your raven black hair reflecting the moonbeams, which bounce off your firmly shaped, partially revealed breasts. Twin porcelain long legs, cast in fishnet, sneak out from under the blanket you wove me for Christmas of last year. These legs I was so used to being wrapped around mine, were once wrapped around The Other's as well. Your crimson painted lips, partially open, letting air in and out rapidly, as you slept. These lips, that I was so used to being firmly latched around my nipple sucking, nibbling, licking, were doing the same to that of Another's. Your body constantly heaving up and down, again reminding me of how you writhed under my masterful tounge, invading your that firmness between your legs, always knowing where to go to hit that spot which gave you sweet release. Did She do the same for you? Did She whisper tales of love into your ear, which the night before, I had nibbled on, doing the same? Did She slip a ring on your finger promising you forever?

As I think of this trust broken, my own breasts heave up and down in anger, tears stinging my eyes fogging up my glasses. I clench my tresses of jet black hair in anger and thoughtlessness.

I could forgive you for anything else. Murder, even.

But I just can't forgive betrayl.

I touch your soft skin. You shiver underneath my touch, and open your eyes. Pools of blue begin to open, you were always a light sleeper. Or did I just have this effect on you? If so, did the Other have the same? I bend down and kiss your soft, red lips. You moan under my forceful embrace, and my hand sneaks down to your shoulder, massaging it. You wrap your arms around me and hold me tightly. I break our kiss, and my lips travel north. Over your neck, to your chest, and down to the large soft mounds embracing them. The small, lightly pink peaks, grow under the feel of my breath upon them. Your hands grab attention to my own breasts, and start to massage, pinch and pull the larger darker peaks. My lips wrap around your right nipple and I begin to suck feverishly. You groan and grind your wetness against my own. My arm slips even norther than my lips current location. The soft lump in between your legs is starting to leak your sweet substance onto your fishnet clad thighs. I rub my hand lightly over it, teasing you, making your body arch upwards, and making you grope me harder. I slip my hand inside, feeling your wet pussy, wondering for a second if the Other did the same. Gathering your wetness on my middle finger, I slow spread the lips open, revealing your harden clit. Slowly, and carefully, I slide my finger up and down it, rubbing it in circles, gently, applying the right amount of friction, not being overbearing. Your breathing growing estatic as I do this, starts shaping itself into a gentle, subtle moan. I slip my finger downwards toward your entrance, rubbing the outside.

"...please don't wait"

I hear you say the words you always seem to tell me when I'm about to enter. Not hesitating a bit, I shove one finger inside you. You moan loudly, throwing your arms around me. Bucking wildly, as you always do, I reach upwards and begin rubbing that spot you always love. I can feel your warmth wrap around my finger, as I feel like I am losing it inside you. I shove yet another finger inside your wet hole and begin thrusting it in and out of you, still rubbing that spot that makes you writhe. Your breath picks up and your moaning grows louder. I can feel you about to release your sweet juices onto my fingers.

Suddenly, I pull my fingers out of you and shove my face in between your legs. I begin by licking the outside of your pussy, and then go to licking your clit. You whine, but not in protest. I lap up your sweet, sticky wetness, and in turn start to turn my tongue downwards. Your moaning turns into screaming. As soon as I insert my tongue into your entrance, I feel a rush of juices burst upon my face. Your pussy pulsates and tightens, while doing so. I can taste all of you now.

But could She taste you too?

This is driving me mad. I just can't forget. I'm glad that you seem to have enjoyed the last time.

You were only for me. The ring on your finger tells me so, and it should tell everyone else as well. Did this Girl see the ring as She ran out of our room? Did She realize who I was? Do you feel remorse as you act as if nothing has ever happened?

I hope that She enjoyed you.

Because I don't want anyone else to ever enjoy you like I do. She will be the last and I will make sure of it.

Your breathing is slowing down as your eyes close. Your forehead is glistened with sweat.

I want your eyes open. I want to see the pain you're about to recieve.

The pain you caused me.

The love I have for you.

Let me carve it into your body.

I walk out of the room and into the cold night air. The shed is up ahead. I know what I have to do to make sure you love only me.

I open the doors and reach inside to grab what I'm looking for.

Axes are heavy.

As I walk back into the house, time seems irrelavent. I walk into our room, this time, you're with no one else. I can see the ring on your finger, glistening in the moonlight.b You're sleeping, again.

I lift my arms back and slowly I breath inwards. My arms coming down, making contact with your head.

Your cerulean eyes fly open. I don't know if it was in surprise, maybe you expected it. But I know the look in your eyes.

I've known it all my life, but until the other night, I never knew how strong it could be.

When you see the person you love the most betraying your every trust.

Blood seeps and covers the pillows. The ring is still glistening.

I lift my arms back again, and once more the axe makes contact.

Crying, I lay on the bed covered in you.

I can see past your faults.

I wanted badly to do so. To be able to see past what you did.

But how could I? Everytime I looked at you, all I could see was your lips on anothers. Our sacred bond broken, I don't want to think about it. It has now been severed from your hand completely, as I am trying to do with you and my life.