Page 114 of Prince Charming

His massive body pressed her into the wall, using his knee to widen her legs. The move was gut-clenching good.

His first grind got her eyelids flickering under the onslaught of pleasure.

Lust slithered up her spine, hardening her nipples, drenching between her legs.

With his golden locks, easy blue eyes, even the rogue-like scar, he was still the kind of man grandparents would call anice young man.

Marianna saw beneath his depths though, something darker slithered in his eyes and it made her shiver with desire.

She wanted it all over her, not holding anything back.

She’d glimpsed more and more of the duel sides of Tag lately. When his eyes roamed over her from across the gym. Or when he put his hand on the bottom of her spine to lead her somewhere. Not to mention when he controlled her orgasms, he was every inch the darkened man then. Pushing her through barriers, making herachefor things unknown.

Sex.

It was a long time coming between them.

For months, weeks and heavy-ladened days, it swirled between them. Building into this forest fire as his hands pulled her dress up around her waist.

“Are you sure, Anna?”

Her body felt like a bruise. She was lightheaded, and as her hips hitched forward, she grabbed handfuls of his shower wet hair. “I will die if you stop.” She murmured into his lips.

“Fuck.” He responded, grabbing her hips tight enough to hurt so good.

He pressed their bodies flush together.

Overpowering her with brute strength and a gentle touch.

She wanted that—to be safe in his hands. She softened against his power, because in that moment, it was all she craved.

She felt him more than half-hard, plumping up in the sweatpants.

A needy noise flew out of her. There was no coordination to her hands or her lips.

“Please.”

It was so much, so fast, and she was glad of it.

“Open wider.” He rasped, pinching her chin to gain access.

His taste had a direct line to her weeping pussy, and she nearly shot off like a rocket when a calloused palm rolled up her inner thigh and knuckled beneath the leg of her cotton panties.

She was blazing hot; feeling her own wetness coating his hand as he trailed his fingers along her sex. Hot enough to set fire to the snow.

Marianna didn’t want to control this.

She needed Tag to do it his way.

Wreck her.

Tear her down to ashes.

Excavate her from her sins.

Set her on fire.

Make her burn with his name screaming from her lips.

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