Page 46 of Primal Dragon

She twisted her head wanting to see him. His eyes were heavily hooded with lust as he watched her come undone just from his touch.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped.

He scraped his teeth along her shoulder as he continued to bring her to the edge with just his fingers and words. “You’re so fucking hot like this. I can’t wait to see you completely lose it on my cock.”

He pussy clenched around his thrusting fingers and then she arched against him, her thighs squeezing around his leg.

Quinn reached around and held Henrik’s head to her while he suckled on the tender flesh of her neck. Her orgasm tore her through her body. She jerked and twitched while she moaned out his name. Her panting and writhing started to ease, and she fell back down to the bed and into him. Her breath slowly drew in slower. She let out a satisfied sigh.

Henrik groaned into her neck. “You are so fucking sexy.”

She shivered in his arms. “Damn, Henrik, I’ve never…you’re really…I promise to return the favor.”

Henrik chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that. For now, just get some sleep. We’ve got a long few days ahead of us yet.”

“Henrik, do you really want me…as your mate?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “I’m afraid to claim you,” he murmured. “I’m afraid I don’t deserve you.”

She closed her eyes and pulled him in tighter around her. “Then I guess I’ll just have to put your fears to rest.”

12

Stake Out

Waking up with Quinn in his arms left Henrik feeling warm and heavy. He didn’t want to move out of bed. The feel of her body perfectly fitted against his made his dragon purr with delight. His arms wrapped around her tightened.

Quinn moaned softly. She rocked gently against him, her ass grinding against his morning wood.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

She moaned again.

Was she dreaming? Was she dreaming about him? He hoped so. Otherwise he was going to have to kill whoever was making her moan like that.

Quinn jerked awake.

“Whoa, you all right?” Henrik asked.

Quinn eased back into the bed. “Uh, yeah. Just a little bit disoriented.”

“Just what were you dreaming about?”

She yawned and stretched her body against his causing even more friction. “Dreaming?”

He pressed into her as she stretched against him. “You were definitely dreaming.” His voice was strained with arousal and resisting her.

“Huh. I don’t remember…”

Henrik pushed her onto her back so he could see her face. “Were you dreaming about a man?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh god. What did I do?”

He frowned. “It better have been me or tell me who it was, and I’ll make sure to accidentally breathe fire all over them.”

“First tell me what I did.”

Henrik’s mouth curved as his hand on her shoulder trailed down over the side of her breast, over her lumpy waist, to the curve of her hip, and then he moved to her center. His fingers glided over panties, cupping her mound. His cock grew harder as his fingers covered the wet the cotton.

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