She keeps her wings open, for balance, but pulls them in a bit. "I'm sure I will," she teases. "We've both found my devouring you quite enjoyable." Her hands explore his arms, trace his muscles, find the places where he's sensitive to her touch.

Her tongue teases a nipple, the lightest flick of her tongue that she can manage.

A small part of her, still, thinks she has no right to claim him. But dragons are hoarders by nature and she can imagine no finer treasure...