Free Dragon's Blood (Black Planet Book 1) by Belinda McBride Page A

his knees, and she’d almost come undone at his reaction to her.
    “Take me,” he whispered, hands on her hips as he lifted her. Annie settled her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself. He held his cock steady as her melting warmth encompassed him. His eyes dropped shut. She braced herself, hands on his shoulders, and felt him shudder. She rose and lowered again, her movement slightly limited by her position over the chair. He tilted her hips forward, helping her move a bit more freely.
    Together, they surged once more, coming to a stop once he’d fully penetrated her. They sat that way, as though stunned at what they had done. Aiden pulled her close, she marveled at the iron-hard muscles sheathed by soft skin. He was strength and heat and danger.
    “I love you, Annie.”
    His whisper was soft in her ear. She smiled against his skin, and kissed his jaw. Aiden skimmed his hands over her body, and she gave herself to the sensation of their lovemaking. He stroked her back, and she pictured the vivid ink under his fingers. She wanted him to take her from behind so he could see the dragon on her skin. She knew it was beautiful, and only Aiden should see the proof of her hard road to mastery.
    She moved on him harder and faster, her breath coming between her lips in soft puffs. Aiden watched her a look of fascination on his face. For so many years she’d dreamed of him…guilty dreams of forbidden acts. She’d never dreamed of his forgiveness, or her eventual atonement.
    The anger had been an illusion, a false reality that allowed him to plunge into darkness without guilt. It had been his crutch, his addiction. Somehow he’d freed himself of that dependence. The proof was before her eyes, wrapping around their hearts, bringing them together.
    She watched him as steadily as he watched her, and she had to wonder what was going through her mind. He’d given her all. He’d given her his love, and while those same words hovered in her mind, they wouldn’t be spoken.
    His head fell back and he groaned. The tightening in his spine, the heat in his balls told her he was close. He took control of their movement, grasping her hips and shafting hard into her body.
    Helpless, she fell forward, her weight on his chest, her hips plunging wildly to meet his. She pulled back, once again watching his face, and he looked up at her desperately, with wild eyes. Small, harsh cries broke from her lips. “Aiden!” Her cry was strangled and hoarse. “God… now! Aiden!”
    A final thrust and they were there. His cries mingled with hers. His back arched, pushing him deep, holding as he spilled freely into her body. His seed surged hot and spasms twisted him, and he thrust into her once again.
    Her orgasm continued. She cried out and froze on his cock, again and again, keeping him hard well after he was finished. With a small groan, her muscles went lax, she collapsed, her body melting against his. She lay fully on him. Their limbs tangled, their sweat mingled. She listened to his heart, and it beat in time with hers.
    “Oh, Tanaka,” he said on a shuddering breath.

    * * *
    W hen they could move again , Aiden stood, lifting her easily, his cock slipping from her body. He wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her to the small bedroom where a bed sat on a four-poster frame.
    She could see the bed took him by surprise. It was a treasure she’d hauled up from the mud. She’d scrubbed the iron frame till it gleamed, then painted it in a delicate white. She’d piled the bed with antique quilts and mounds of pillows, a feminine oasis in the midst of austerity.
    He laid her gently down and stepped into the bathroom, she heard water running in the sink. He returned to her, the robe he still wore fluttering as he moved, the painted cranes seeming to fly in his wake.
    He looked the same. Yet down deep, he Aiden was intrinsically changed from the man she’d known. His very cells were changed and unless he was grievously injured, he’d