Alpha Prisoner

He stepped a smaller step closer, taking yet another breath away from me, closing any and all distance between us.

Our proximity, almost non-existent, my heart pounding, brain thundering, teetering on the edge of insanity should he not close the gap and connect our lips.

My desire, raw and present in the air we breathed, eyes, a dark shade of lust, announcing its presence amongst my much lighter features.

My line of sight drifted down to his pink lips, kissable as ever, before trailing up his face to land onto his eyes, deep and dark, dusted with lust, showing me just enough of his tainted soul to see how to fix him.

**§**

Madness.

He drove me insane.

Anger.

He made me red hot with fury.

Confusion.

He made me doubt everything I've ever thought to be true.

Love.

He made me feel things I've never felt before. He made me feel love.

Who would've thought?