Right now he’s in the throes of his mad desire for her. Her hands grabbing the back of his head painfully as she tells him that she hates him with the same passion a lover might tell his partner something sweet. Her nails shred his back into strips as he pounds her dripping cunt. Her teeth sinking into his skin and marking him, scarring him, letting the world see how heated he is for this woman.
He fucks his hand harder, groaning with utter need. He wants her to take him and slam him against a wall, to snarl his own name at him. He has seen how strong she is. He wants to fill her with his seed and for her to declare how utterly vile he is, to validate the anger, the pain, the everything. He needs her to push him off a building knowing that she will be all the better for it.
To imagine a world where she could love him is impossible, so he will instead occupy her wholly otherwise.

MADLY prologue

“I hope that I can spend more time with you in the future,” he says quietly. He sighs right back at her and then he decides to simply move quickly, get it done. He leans down to kiss her cheek, then right on the corner of her mouth before pulling back and pushing the door open. “I’ll see you for my next meal.”