““I dreamt of Slade. They were painful dreams, beautiful dreams, and harrowing dreams… dreams that both haunted me and lifted me to such heights of happiness... He was too dark, too angelic, too wicked and sinful and holy for me. I cried in my dreams. I called out his name, screamed it, laughed it and sung it. I felt him inside me, on my skin, in every breath and beat of my heart. He held me down till I was frozen, till I was kicking my way out of Hell under his kiss. He let me fall apart while never letting go. I saw his cruel wanting, green eyes as fresh as dew, spread and drown me. It was the worst kind of passion, one that left me breathless… because without him I was suffocating.””
