The world blurs around us. The chandeliers, the music, the predators circling the room. It all fades until it’s just her and me. My temptress. My wife. My salvation. And when I kiss her, it isn’t the kiss of a man who’s claiming. It’s the kiss of a man who’s surrendering. I might as well be on my fucking knees. Because I’ve finally fucking found the one thing stronger than the darkness inside me. Her.
