The only lamp that was burning by her bedside swirled in the wind shifting all the shadows. He bent over to kiss her and that little birthmark by her upper lip was so inviting as he wanted to be that birthmark residing on her mouth forever.
He was about to kiss her and suddenly that determined voice rang in his ears from his memory.
'I love him and will wait for him to return to me!'
All the rage he lost for the past moments returned as his grip on her hands tightened and he nibbled on her ears. He wanted her but she is waiting for someone else. That thought drove him crazy.
How dare she?
When she tried to struggle out of his grip he realised she is awake and her eyes looking at him were confused.
Is it because it is me, she doesn't like it?
She tried to say something and he was scared to hear what she might say and stopped her from speaking.
As soon as his lips touched hers and her sweet taste entered his mouth he lost all his rationality and he just wanted her.