For Each, there could be only one.
They came from the darkest places; sec.uded monataries, the Carpathian Mountains, galaxies under seige. They were man with the blackest pasts-warriors, vampire monks, leaders of armies-but whose passions burned like dying stars. They had one purpose: to find the women who fulfilled them, completed them, and made them rage with a fire both holy and profane. They sought mates whose touch consumed them with desire, yet whose kisses refreshes like the coolest rain.
And each man knew for him there was only one true love-and finding her, he would find salvation.

Actually just reread this one. Thinking of offering it as a ray, let's find some readers for it! :)