God, I want to die in you.

If you can come to my fight, you can come in my arms.

We won't be having an affair." I stare dumbly, certain I just heard an organ in my body crack in my chest. His hands clamp around me, and he crushes me to his body as he slides his nose along the shell of my ear. "When I take you, you'll be mine," he says, a soft promise in my ear.

He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

We taste and suckle each other, and I'm so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I'd still be dying in the desert.

Larger than life itself, and I can’t even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.