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 ...