It was more than that, though. It satisfied a bone-deep longing I had for so long to be wanted fiercely, above all else. To the point, even, of insanity. And that final act? Dante watching his hand massage his essence into my skin as if it would stay there like a tattoo, a brand, forever? It settled some primal need to be owned fully by someone else. To be wanted and accepted. To belong.
