And I wanted him so bad that I was exploding, just to kiss him. I wanted all I deserved, and all I deserved was Paul. He stood up in front of me, and I was on my knees, like praying to him. He made me stand up and stare at his eyes.

"You look so fragile...I could break you with my hands.", he said, his hand going up my leg. "What do you want?", he whispered in my ear.
"I want you.", I said. One hand was at my breasts, and the other was kept on my leg. "Make me yours. I'm all yours."
"You are?", he smiled, and kissed me again. "Then let me see it!"

There was something fierce in his voice, something in me was warning that it wouldn't be like a dream. He laid me on the bed and started to take off my clothes, and when he was through, he looked to me again. His eyes were melting me but there was a tinge of fear in it for me.

"I could break you with my hands", he repeated , "but I would rather do it the right way." And so he laid on top of me. His skin tainted me, smoothered my thoughts, it was poisoning me. Then he shovered himself inside of me, a single movement. His hands were pressing the small of my back, pushing me close to him. We were glued together and the more he pushed, the closer I wanted to be. Then he suddenly got out and started to stroke me. That got my soul out of my body. He indeed broke me with his hands, as my body yelled.

Given away, dead on my feet, destroyed, war on me and peace for him. It was over. As fast as it has started, it was over. Over.