She laughed in delight at his response, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she nodded. Her hands closed on the collar of his t-shirt, first the free one, then the one with the silver medallion in it. With a silent spell's help, she tore them open, and ran her sharp nails over his muscular body before she placed the silver on his skin, pressing it against his chest - seeing, hearing, smelling it burn his skin.
Her breathing was coming in pants and she was wetter than she'd been in a long time, even when she killed. Looking up, she let her free hand move to his neck, pulling him down for a fierce kiss that was more bite than tender. As her hand moved over his skin, so did the silver, until she found his back.
"In case you didn't know, this is when you fuck me," she hissed in his ear.