“I can’t believe that you’ve ever once thought that I didn’t want you. The morning after our wedding, when you got out of the bath, your hair dripping, the sheet clinging to you, every part of you so clearly outlined, you were like the goddess herself emerging from the deeps. If it were not blasphemy, I would have fallen to my knees and worshipped you. Carried you back to our bed and buried myself deep inside you, over and over again.”
