A Lord's Prize {Hiatus}
"My lord," he whispered, his cherry red lips parting beautifully. Harry watched him with half-lidded irises, a green glow in his eyes. The Master of Death and Ruler of the World smiled as his fingers trailed down the throat of the man who was going to be his bride in three days. "Yes?" •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~...