Page 58 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

He came with a roar, his release soaking my hand and his balls. Some got on the couch too, but that only made everything hotter.

I’d made the strong, sexy man come undone.

I’d brought him to climax, something no one else had ever had the privilege of doing.

And even as he regained control of his instincts, he was staring at me with a hunger in his eyes that was so intense, I wanted to climb on top of him and never get off.

Never get off of him, that is.

There would be a hell of a lot of getting off in that fantasy.

Despite the control he’d regained, his first motion was to change the position of my leg on his lap.

To open me up wider.

His gaze was hot on my core as he took me in, and resumed touching me slowly.

I took in an unsteady breath, my hips moving lightly.

With his free hand, he slid my fingers off his erection and dragged my slick palm to my center.

Heat rolled through me when I realized what he was doing.

Putting his release on me.

Marking me in that way.

I laughed breathlessly. “Biting me wasn’t enough?”

“I could bite you every fucking day and it still wouldn’t be enough. My scent needs to be inside you.”

My body clenched.

He pulled my hand away from my core and started teasing my clit again, a little harder than before. His hand moved lower as he did, and he slid three fingers inside me without warning.

I choked on my breath.

On the feel of it.

On my pleasure.

“No soft and easy with you, huh?” I choked out.

“Not my style, Sweetheart.”

“Thought you were going with Baby.”

“Still deciding.” He dragged his knuckles over my g-spot, pressing harder on my clit. “Squeeze my fingers when you come. I want to feel every inch of you.”

My cries filled the air as my body jerked for him, my channel tightening with every wave of my pleasure.

“Fuck, Miranda.”

“Back to Miranda?” I panted. “I told you no one calls me that.”

“No one but me.”

He moved his knuckles over me lightly.

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