Into His Dark

And oh, how I loved him. Completely. Passionately. Obsessively. My lover. My partner. And now, my king. Commanding my heart. Ruling my body. Loving my soul…
Even the dark parts.
Especially the dark parts.

As he carried me back up the beach, he spun me around and around until I screamed with dizziness and joy…and a love I never thought I’d realize. A love so powerful, it made the world fall away, the shadows into magic, my life into lightning.

“Damn it!” His eyes flashed fire. His teeth bared white. “I’m in love with you!”

He was the wind over the canvas, power and magnificence.
He was the waves against the rocks, force and beauty.
He was the night itself, dark and perfect, plumbing every shadow inside me…and conquering it.

“Just for tonight…be my one and only bride. Make me forget what my life will be, has to be. Make me forget it all and fill it up…with you.”

“I may have to move on from this, from us…but nobody else will be my true bride.”

I was the lightning to his thunder, the shore to his tide—not a gift or a curse, a right or a wrong, but something bigger than those ideas. Something that simply was. Like a wolf scenting a deer, he needed to hunt, slay, consume.
And I needed to fall, surrender…perish.

She’s an extraordinary girl, in an ordinary world…

Crazy idiot. Beautiful hero.

Let the pain squeeze in on my heart.
And the sobs crash over my composure.