His mind still knows the path of a scar on her shoulder that isn't there. It is sensitive, that path, to his teeth, lips, and tongue.

"Yes, OH yes," she gasps, as he explains his plans. "This silk will have pride of place in my hoard. Would ravish you on it at least one night a moon."

She shivers as his hands trail over her ribs, settle at her hip.

"Want to rewrite it with our ecstasy. Have every dragon and beast who enters this room know we pleasured one another here."