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“If you thought that was your threshold of pleasure—imagine being worshipped by the real thing.”
He reached out and rubbed his thumb over her split lip, eliciting a quick, sharp pain. He brought his thumb to his mouth, now painted with a smear of her blood, and licked it clean.
She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.
“Next time your mind tries to convince you otherwise, remember this: there is nothing about you that I find undesirable. Okay?”
“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”
“You taste like heaven,”
“If there were ever a divine entity I’d worship,” he murmured, “it’d be you.” “My body, your altar,” she offered. He whispered her name—no, he didn’t whisper it, he invoked it.
It was something that transcended the boundaries of the living and the dead. He wasn’t a Phantom in this moment, nor she a mortal. And this was not a melding of their bodies, but their souls.
I know I should have enough self-control to just stay the fuck away, but you are the only thing that’s ever made me feel even a semblance of hope in this eternity of Hell. The dream I’ve been looking for—the one to wake me up. The thought of wasting another second when I will lose you forever in only three days has ruined me. You are the closest thing I will ever get to experiencing heaven, and I’m not ready to let it go.”
“In a different life, in a fair one, I would’ve kept you until my eternal soul withered away to dust,”
“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”
“Here.” She took his hand and set the locket in his palm before curling his fingers over it. “My heart, it’s yours.”
