From Lust to Dust.

And it was at that moment when his breath curled back into his throat, and his eyes shone like two daggers dulled with age, that the ground no longer shook, creaked or crumbled. And it was the end of a perfect day, reflected back into the world, meant only for her, as she swelled like the tip of a bee sting, completing herself in the black of his eyes.

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