She tilts his chin up with her thumb and cradles his face between her hands, her mouth trailing down to his throat. He growls—low and loud—when she kisses them, letting her lips and tongue explore as she bucks her hips for him. The scales are soft and warm, different than they felt under her fingertips, and she presses small kisses to them, inhaling the rich and intoxicating scent of him. Of  her  demon. 