Page 133 of Prince Charming

Days and days without her. She tasted so fucking good.

He could slurp on her forever and still hunger for more.

Knowing he was on a time limit to get her out of the cold, he kissed hell out of her until she was purring.

“Are you coming inside?” She asked breathlessly, nuzzling over his face.

He loved her like this, clinging with need of him.

Some dark part of Tag would love her being like this every day.

Turning to him for whatever she craved. God, he’d break his back to provide for her.

“If I step across that door, darlin’, I’m fucking you. And it won’t be quiet. It won’t beeasy. My come would be dripping out of you until next Thursday.”

She inhaled hard enough it rattled through his chest—and though it was dark; he saw her arousal too.

He wanted to put her in every position.

Taste her from behind.

Feel her clasp his cock until he popped.

Tag had fucked his hand all week to the thoughts of Marianna climbing all over him, needing him.

“I miss you.” He shared, cupping her face, he stroked down the apple of her cheek. She looked like a dark-haired angel with snowflakes falling on her. “So fucking much. Don’t want you to think I haven’t, you understand?” Her head bobbed. “Was giving you room to get the kids settled in, didn’t want them wondering who this strange guy was.”

“I told Galina all about you.”

“Yeah? Did I get the stamp of approval?”

Marianna grinned, running her finger over his scar. “Yes.”

Tag growled,pleased. He wanted her family to like him.

They kissed until she drew back, panting. He knew he’d have to let her get inside soon. So he tapped her lips again, grinning when she leaned in for more.

“You’re the woman with too much love inside of you, aren’t you, Anna? I finally figured you out.”

“Hmm.” Her nose trailed over his as she tightened her legs. She was giving him blue balls, that was for damn sure.

He bit her chin. Lightly. “But you want to know a secret? I want all that love. That too much love you have bubbling deep in here.” He pressed a hand to her stomach. “It’s mine. I’m the man who can handle it all, this too much love you have to pour out. You don’t have to be afraid. You wanna call too much, stop by my house. You want to be needy for attention or to sit on my lap and watch movies. I’m the right man to handle that need.”

“Luke.” She breathed. He loved seeing shyness coating her face. She needed to know where he was at. That she didn’t have to always be the strong one if she needed to lean on him, demand of him, ask him for anything she wanted. “I’ve missed this face, baby boy.”

She nuzzled him. All cute and sweet.

“Will you come over tomorrow? Have dinner with us.”

“You want that? It’s a big step. Don’t wanna rush you.” He said. Then added. “But know, I’m ready for that step.”

“Yes. I am sure.”

Patience came in many forms.

One was having dinner with his girlfriend’s kids for the first time.

Fuck. He hoped he didn’t scare them.

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