Shadowheart

"What do you want from me?" he whispered, running his fingers down her back—she shuddered violently, recklessly at the pooling streams of wanton ecstasy—her shoulders snapped backwards and she grabbed his collar for support. Her skin felt thin and raw—she clawed at him, her jagged curls dismembering the air around them—she convulsed against him and breathed, "Absolution."