Page 70 of Primal Dragon

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Quinn’s Claim

Quinn was breathless by the time he dropped her onto the bed. He moved around the room, starting a fire in the bedroom fireplace. Then he moved back into her space. He pulled off one of her shoes, then the other, all while staring at her like she was dessert.

Feeling fidgety, she started to pull off her top.

Henrik growled. “Stop. That’s my job. You’re just going to lay there and watch me make you come apart.”

She dropped her arms and blinked at him. “You can’t be real.”

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He slowly unbuttoned his own flannel she’d put on before they left the cabin for breakfast. There was plenty of sunlight coming in through the windows. As he unwrapped her like a package on Christmas morning with slow and tender movements while he devoured every inch of flesh he revealed.

By the time she was down to her underwear and bra she was shaking, but she definitely wasn’t cold.

“Now, scoot back, sweetheart.”

Quinn tried her best to look sexy while she scooted back on the bed, but graceful wasn’t one of her talents.

“Fucking hell, Quinn. You’re so beautiful. I never get tired of seeing you like this.” He hooked his fingers into her panties, and she lifted her hips as he pulled them down her legs. “Your panties are soaked, sweetheart. What have you been thinking about?”

“Your cock has been poking my ass for the last half hour.”

“I had a beautiful woman in my lap talking about claiming and sex. I was trying to remain a gentleman…”

Her smile grew. “But I made it too hard.”

He pointed at her. “I’m going to make you pay for that one.”

“Come and get me, big boy.”

He chuckled as he lifted her foot into the air. She was propped up on her elbows watching him. He lightly brushed his mouth against the inside of her ankle and then very slowly and delicately kissed up her calf.

“Hang on, you’re wearing too many clothes,” she said breathlessly, already getting worked up and he’d barely touched her.

“I’ll be naked soon enough. I plan to take my time with your body.”

“Do we really have time for you to go so slow?”

Fuck. She made a good point.

“You in a hurry for my cock?”

“We’ve been in the middle of foreplay for days and while I’ve gotten off you haven’t. I want to feel you come.”

His cock throbbed in his jeans. She was pushing his buttons in all the right ways. He wanted to take his time, but there would be plenty of time for that another day. He would hate for them to get interrupted.

“I want to make this good for you.”

“Henrik, I promise, you’re good at making me come pretty fast. I’m sure we can both make it good for each other and have time for a round two before we have to get back to Chicago.”

He growled as he yanked his shirt off over his head. “Just for this, naughty girl, you’re going to get twice the torture next time.”

She grinned. “Looking forward to it. Now take off your pants. Or I’m going to get started by myself.”

He watched with rapt attention as her hand descended between her spread thighs, her fingers slipping through her soaked slit. She circled her clit all while watching him.

Henrik shimmied out of his jeans and boxer briefs and then he was prowling onto the bed toward her. Her smirk had fallen into a frown as she stared at his cock dangling between his legs.

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