Black and Silver

by Gwendolyn Harper

“If I had my way, I’d leave it to slowly leak out of you. Make you walk around this house in your pretty blue sundress, smelling of me—of us—so everyone knew who you belonged to.”

She exhaled shakily. “Is that ridiculous? I know we’re okay but—” “We’re more than okay, darling,” he interrupted gently. “But if you need me to fuck you until you’re limp to prove it, I’ll happily oblige.”

“Poor witchling,” he cooed. “You’re like a horny little rag doll.” His fangs gleamed in the reddish light. “Want me to toss you around?”

“Such a greedy little slut,” he purred. “You’ve come five times on the biggest cock I have and you still want more.”

“Next time I’m inside you, I’m going to pin your legs apart just so I can watch my cum drip out of your pretty pink cunt,” he said as a string of precum landed on the sheets between her thighs.

“I want to work my way inside you and dwell in your ribcage just so I can hold your heart while it beats and feel it keeping you alive.”

“I will thirst for you every second of every day,” he said. “Your pleasure, your blood, even your tears. I will obsess over the atoms that form your cells.”

“Sit on my face, witchling,” he said—not exactly an order, but it wasn’t a request. “Plant yourself on your throne and let me service you like a queen.”

“How dare you be so romantic when House Hunters is on in the background,” she said, flinging a hand out at the television.

“If I die while I’m buried inside you, I’ll be greeted in Hell with a standing ovation.”