Beneath the fractured moonlight and dying candles, I rise over you, my beloved monster.
My hands devour the velvet of your skin, dragging slow fire down your arching back while my teeth graze that frantic pulse, tasting the sweet ruin only you offer me.
You are silk and sin and savage surrender, soaked and trembling beneath the weight of my hunger, your body opening like a secret made of shadows and smoke.
Moaning my name like a curse wrapped in silk, you pull me deeper into your dark heat, every gasp a prayer I answer with thrust after possessive thrust.
I claim every dripping inch, bury myself completely until there is no you and no meโonly this ruin we were born to share.
For I was born to ruin you, and you alone are the one I worship, night after aching night.