Black and Silver

by Gwendolyn Harper

“How could I ever get tired of you, witchling,” he said, kissing her salty bottom lip. “When every day I uncover something spectacular about you.” Ivy whimpered as his tip worked against that perfect spot. Hooking her arms around his neck, she held on as he fucked her steadily, building her back up to her last climax. “When every moment of the day I’m consumed by thoughts of you,” he continued, sinking his hand into her hair at the back of her head. “When you surprise me with your wit, and passion, and ferocity at every turn.” Moaning, she dropped her head into the crook of his neck. “How could I ever want to throw away the most beautiful creature to ever exist?”

“Say it,” he ordered, thrusting into her hard. Ivy gasped. “Say… say what?” “Say that you know you’re worth something,” he said, red dancing in his eyes. “That you know you’re beautiful.” She tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let her. “No, Ivy,” he said, shaking his head. “You won’t hide from me. Not now, not ever. Now say it.”

Gaze bouncing between the two, Moreen asked, “And where are you from, Silas?” “Hell,” he deadpanned.

He watched every step she made with the reverence of a disciple observing a miracle. Because she was. Ivy was his miracle.

“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.”

“You, love,” he murmured. “You are all my favorite colors.” Ivy’s stare glittered with deep emotion. “How dare you be so romantic when House Hunters is on in the background,” she said, flinging a hand out at the television.

“I will only say this once, so listen well,” she warned. “I’m officially the worst bitch in Dublin to cross. And you’re already behind the curve. So if you don’t want me to come knocking on your door again and take more from you than just your peace of mind, you’ll shut up and stay out of my way.”

“I’m really not hungry anymore,” she told him, taking the plate anyway just to make him happy. “In fact, I think if I eat one more bite, I’ll burst.” He shoved a mug of tea under her nose. “Then have this. At least it has milk in it.” “Are you an eldest child, Boris?” “Yes, why?” “Just confirming a suspicion.”

“Have I told you how incredible you are?” He said, staring up at her. A flush spread up Ivy’s neck. “About four times today already.” “Then this makes it five.”