The Darkest Hour
The explosion, when it finally happened, would either destroy them both or turn everything into silver and gold.
"Share with me," he said in a low gruff voice, like a wolf close to biting her. "Kill me with your sweetness, Little Mac."
With a sudden sense of fear that she would lose out on even one minute of kissing him, she lowered her head to his. Her perilous attraction to him only pushed her onward.
These violent delights have violent ends. Isn't that how Romeo and Juliet goes?