Prologue
My body is on fire. She twists and turns inside of me, she knows every part of me, everything I've tried to hide, every secret, every sin. It doesn't matter. She forgives me, even if I can never forgive myself. She is electricity running through me, I want her so desperately that even when we are finished, it is never really over. She is my constant craving, my addiction and the weapon at my back, holding me prisoner.
She is never gentle on nights like this. She possesses my body, she controls me. Her mouth invades my center, and it is the most excruciating combination of pleasure and pain that I have ever experienced. She knows exactly how to bring me almost to orgasm, and then she slows down until I scream her name, begging for release. And then, when she finally gives in...
Crazy. I feel completely crazy. My mind is gone, and we are crazy together. I am wrapped in her arms, shivering, and she protects me. But there is no protection from this desperate longing, from the ache in my chest as I gaze into her spectacular black eyes.
I never want to look into another pair of eyes. I never want the touch of another hand, nor the kiss from anyone's lips but hers. She is the beginning, and the end of my desire.
"So," I say nonchalantly once I've recovered, drawing my flimsy robe around my waist and swinging my legs out of bed, "where will you go for your honeymoon?"