I'd like it if one day I could approach him wearing my fangs.
I won't tell him. Maybe he'll suspect something when we'll drink red wine. A play of the glass surface, he'd think, and would dismiss the thought with the glimpse of the eye. I'd smile and bend closer towards him to give a fair vision of my neck. They say I have a nice neck. I'd wear the necklace he gave me and my black velvet dress, crossing and re-crossing my legs to reveal some thigh as if never noticing.
Later I would release his tie and shirt and lead him to my bed. I'd keep some candles though, in case he fears the dark. He would pass a hand in my hair and lean over to kiss me, and I'd laugh at his surprised face when he finds out. He'll kiss me eagerly still and I'll feel him hunger and harden. I'd bite his neck and release the wolf and let him taste my mouth once again. Then he'd say: "Dangerous art thou", and before I'd know it he'd tie me down. With one long nail he'd zip open my dress and I'd bare teeth. A surrendered queen, I'd willingly give in as he conquers all that's mine, drinking desire of my breast and blood of my neck.
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