Page 45 of Primal Dragon

“I suppose all of that means there might be a female who belongs to you,” she muttered. “I could lose you just as easily.”

“I can assure you no other female has held my interest like you have,” he replied.

Quinn’s hand trailed up and down his warm, muscular chest. His muscles jumped and twitched under her fingertips. Everything about him felt warm and hard. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, his hot body over hers, pressing her down into the mattress while his wicked mouth moved over her flesh.

Henrik’s eyes dilated. “You saucy minx, if you keep having thoughts like those, I’m not going to be able to resist kissing you and making you come.”

Quinn’s lips parted. “What sort of thoughts?”

He shifted closer, his hand sliding down onto her hip, gripping her possessively. “You don’t think I notice how your cheeks have pinkened and the heady scent of your arousal floating between us?”

Quinn’s eyes widened. “You can smell…that?”

He chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

Her hand ran up over his shoulder and then down his triceps. She gripped him there. “I was thinking about,” she tried to clear the huskiness out of her throat, “how it would feel to have you over me, between my thighs, feeling your weight on me.”

Henrik groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as if maybe he were imaging it too. “Turn around, babe.”

She twisted around and just as her butt was toward him, he grabbed her around the waist and gently hauled her back to him until her ass was against his very hard cock. A moan of excitement escaped her.

Henrik’s hand slid up, under her shirt, lifting the flannel material as he went until her breasts were exposed. He reached up and cupped her, his fingers finding her nipple and rolling it with the barbell causing all sorts of zings to be launched straight for her core. She gasped and arched into his hand, just as the other one slipped under her to grab onto the other.

“Easy, babe. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“It feels so good, Henrik. Don’t stop.”

He kissed along her shoulder as his fingers tugged and pinched her nipples until her hips were rocking against his looking for friction. The arm beneath her adjusted so his hand could reach both her breasts as his other hand made the trek down her stomach. She tried not to cringe as he rubbed his hand over her exposed, fleshy stomach.

He growled into her ear. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she breathed.

“Then why did you tense up?”

“I—I…” she was so aroused, she didn’t even realize she had tensed up. “I usually don’t like anyone touching my stomach. I’m not like you with your hard abs. I’m all flabby.”

His growl was even more intense. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Your stomach is no exception. I love your curves. You’re perfect.”

Both of his hands splayed over her exposed stomach.

“One of these days when fucking you, I’m going to worship your stomach. Not tonight, but someday soon. You will learn to love your body the way I do.”

She let out a heavy breath. “You’re not going to fuck me tonight?”

Henrik buried his face in her neck. “By the gods, Quinn, I would give anything to bury myself inside you, but not now. Tonight, I just want to make you feel good. Tonight, I just want you to come hard, cry out my name, and then go to sleep.”

“But you’re so hard.”

He chuckled. “I’m always hard around you, Quinn. You drive me fucking crazy.” While he spoke, his hand continued south down toward the waistband of her shorts. “All I can think about is having you and making you mine.” His hand dipped down under her shorts and underwear at the same time.

He ventured over the soft mound of her pussy until his fingers were gently probing her slit. The hand on her breast tightened as his thick thigh pushed between hers, opening her up for him. His fingers plunged into her without any warning and she cried out and bucked roughly against his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He stroked her achingly, painfully slow.

She smirked when she felt his hips rocking in time with hers as she moved against his hand and he thrust into her over and over again. His thumb worked over her clit while he ravaged her pussy with just two…no, three fingers. She groaned as he filled her as much as he could still fucking her in a slow and steady rhythm.

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

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