“I crave no absolution but yours,” I murmured between breathless kisses, stilling him so that I might look him in the eye. “You have not brought me low; you have raised me from the utmost depths of despair and longing. I did not follow you out of desperation, I followed you out of desire. Do you not see that? Do you not see that all we have done, I have consented to do? This is my will, Nye. My truth and my reason, it’s all with you.”
