The Exiled Dragon
How they could keep the light so bright without lamps, candles, and electricity was amazing.
Creed sat me on the bed, taking off each of my slippers and pushing me to the bed. Rolling me on top of him, he had my face put up to the crook of his neck. I never understood why he would do such a thing when we first met, but now I knew. The neck was a vulnerable spot, just like for any creature. My dragon purred excessively, trying to put her nostrils closer to smell him, pet him there. It was a trusting gesture, along with our foreheads touching. That gave me the most sparks than any other touch.