Chapter 27

Dragonman,

Dragonman,

Between thee and thine,

Share me that glimpse of love

Greater than mine.

Anne McCaffrey

A crooked smile curved Mikhail's lips, and it made him that much sexier. He stood there in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, showing the dark trail of hair from his navel leading down to his waist. The indentions of his hips made her mouth run dry. She was thirsty for a taste of him.

"Surrender and I won't be too rough," he said in a smug tone. A hint of the medieval badass he had been six hundred years ago crept through, which might have scared any other woman. But she wanted that rough edge in him. She didn't care that she was still sore; her body wantedneededto be owned and possessed by him.