The hair upon his head and back was silken soft, just as the scales on the rest of him were smooth like pearls as her hands moved across him trying to either coax or repel his advances.  With a growl of need, he opened his muzzle to release the breast he'd held and lifted his mouth to her neck.  Still cupping and fondling her sex with one hand, the other lifted to take hold of her hair and pull her head back.  Then he closed his golden teeth on her throat, gripping her neck firmly as his tongue traced the thundering pulse there.<br/><br/>Without releasing his jaw from on her throat, his hand left her hair and raked down her back leaving a set of thin cuts in their wake.  Taking hold of her hips, he arched his back and lifted her from her feet.  Then he stepped forward, and soon the fresh scratches on her back were pressed to the back of the hearthtree, her blood staining it as he pushed her against it and began to position himself to invade her for the first time.