The Exiled Dragon
Soft groans and purring left his chest, my chest now making the same sounds, making me giggle along with our dragons.
I wondered when my dragon would make an appearance? She was so beautiful and I would love to feel the wind on our bodies making flight. Creed would have to teach me to fly, or does my dragon already know?
My thoughts continued to wander, my fingers now brushing Creed’s hair and pulling it back the way he loved it. Tiny rows of braids on the top and taking a sharp blade to his beard, I trimmed it how he cared for it. Smiling that I wasn’t doing a horrible job. My dragon continued to rumble in my chest, not sure if it was to comfort him or to just her own selfish desires, wanti