He Was Spying on Me

He was supposed to be watching his enemy, but instead, he found himself captivated by her. Every move she made drew him in deeper. He could hear her breathing, see the rise and fall of her chest beneath her thin nightgown. His mind wandered to dirty thoughts, imagining himself stripping her bare and taking what was rightfully his. Suddenly, a noise startled him back to reality - was she onto him? Heart pounding, he watched as she undid the button on her shorts and slid them down her long legs. She was his now; he'd claim her against all odds. Grabbing a nearby chair, he took cover and charged, tackling her to the ground in a violent frenzy of lust and possession.