-kiss me hard before you go

It would always be a fear of his that chrysanthe could fall to the desires of another as easily as she fell to the desires he had when he first saw her. She was a compilation of power and elegance and everything that he had selected mistresses for and he had to do easily admit that if she fell to that lifestyle he could not hold her accountable. He could not judge her. He could only love her from afar. Yet, she would assure him that her eyes were only on him and it were as though a massive weight was lifted from his shoulders. She was his and no one else was entitled to her. Had she ever thought about anyone else? That was a question worth asking but he was confident enough that nothing had happened that would change how they stood. He silently wondered if she ever doubted his devotion. He wouldn't have put blame to her. He shouldn't have had to ask, "possession. I don't like anyone else around you. It bothers me. It makes me confused. I can't be the only one that has eyes for you," no, she was too perfect for him to be the only one that looked at her with eyes of adoration. Even now how she bore her scars did she know it only made her look even better. It made her look like she fought for what she believed in. And she did too. That was the hardest thing to think about.?