"Harry", she said, leaning forward into his touch, caressing his neck with her fingertips, smoothly and seductively. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the moment, him stroking her hair. "What if I were unfaithful?"
The question was burning inside her for months now and it had just slipped over her lips like an ordinary breath. Would he be upset? Would he care at all?
He released a dark chuckle and continued caressing her hair, pulling her even closer to him. His mouth was almost touching her earlobe and he spoke so honestly and demandingly that she could almost feel his voice shaking her bones.
"Then", he said and his smile had vanished, "I guess I would kill you." And she turned her head to kiss him with all the passion she could afford because it was the most beautiful thing he could ever say to her.