True Or False

Anna Marie

Pleasure.

One word. Eight letters. He, the Dragon King, her mate, had given her that and more.

So much more. Faith. Trust. She didn't know she was capable of giving credit to those words, to a strong male. A dominant and autocratic one at that. To let him touch her body and pleasure her until she screamed. It was like falling from the sky, confident and sure -- knowing that someone will catch her. Unfettered joy. It's like tasting freedom after such long imprisonment.

She shuddered at the memory. This time in pleasure. More. Yes, more indeed.

After their glorious morning, he carried her to the shower and proceeded to clean every inch of her sated body. She tried to tempt him to give her more -- he growled playfully and promised her tonight.

She grinned at the thought. Then sobered instantly when she realized they had reached the infirmary where