Blythe kissed me like Ames would kiss his wife before a priest on their wedding day. Blythe kissed me like she believed she could love a fallen beast. I kissed Blythe like the monster who stalked her in the night. I kissed Blythe like a virtuously wicked thing I wanted to keep forever. I kissed Blythe as if my entire woeful existence depended on it. At this point, it did. She was everything. My only reason to roam this universe as the despicable being I was. Now I was hers. Her slave for eternity.
