Touch it. Touch him. Don"t think of it as a mindless creature. Forget what you"ve seen in the movies. Forget those awful fairy tales. This is Arik. This is the man you"ve come to love. As if it could read her mind, the dragon lowered its head until it no longer wavered above her. The simple gesture was enough to give her the courage to inch closer.
He closed his eyes. With his gaze no longer on her, Marya tentatively reached out and touched the top of his head with her fingertips. He was solid and warm.
He was also a rich, dark red color, so dark he could easily blend in with the night sky. Horns curled upward from his brows. His ears were arched and tipped with soft, feather-like hairs. Another patch of sensuous fur ringed his long neck. The rest of his neck, as well as his chest and b
