Page 144 of Prince Charming

“Am I yours, Luke?”

“If you were any more mine, you’d be wearing my ink on your skin.”

Something like heat and love moved through her. She could see herself wearing his name on her body one day.

“Get to my bike, wicked woman. I got a score to settle. Hope that dick sucking made you wet, got no time for foreplay, I need inside you soon as I close the door.”

Fine by her.

She was sopping wet. And impatient.

THIRTY-SIX

“Start the clock. Epic fuck time.” - Tag

Tag being Prince Charming, carried her into his bedroom and dropped her on the bed.

Landing on her back with an amused shriek, he followed her down.

His expression was pure, unrestrained lust. Hands like supercharged static as he pulled on her dress to hike it up her already rising hips.

Panties slid down her legs and were thrown across the room.

Tag stripped like a filthy model, letting her ogle all she wanted.

“Show me how perfectly we fit together.” His timbre scraped as he arranged her legs to straddle his hips.

She did. Then slammed her lips on his, desperate more than ever.

They were on a time limit, so she’d make this count.

He tasted tangy and hot, the spiciest thing she’d ever had on her tongue.

His chest shuddered, and so did his stomach when she ran her fingers south.

Although his kisses were softer now. Sleepy and lazy. They drugged Marianna. “I love your mouth,” she panted.

Reaching up, she touched his face, tracing her thumb along his lower lip. “I want you inside me. I want tokeepyou inside me.”

Dropping his head, he kissed her; pressed lips together, skin-to-skin. He was warm, and his shoulders were hard and tensed with muscle when she gripped them.

The truth of her feelings for him scaled up her throat. Unable to hold them back. “I like you very much, Luke.”

His grin lit her up.

She was sensitive when he touched between her legs, messily wet. He slipped two fingers in easily, then one more and she broke the kiss to take a deep, blissful breath.

“Okay?” Fingers deep-seated, crooking them to the magic place. Her body was singing as she nodded, her forehead to his. “Fuck, my woman is tight. Let’s get you stretched for me.” Hearing him curse brought a giggle to Marianna’s throat. Withdrawing, he switched his fingers for what she really wanted.

Tag entered her in one liberating stroke. Marianna would swear on her life she saw moons, and long since dead celebrities dancing behind her flickering eyelids. The blazing sensation he caused by rubbing on her walls made moans rush from her lips. She clung to his forearms, tilting her hips, and felt how much deeper he sank inside her.

She was on top, but was in no doubt how he controlled the levity of the way she rode him.

The bliss.

So much bliss.

She felt herself growing ridiculously wetter. The sweat building on both of them, until skin was sliding, and their bodies were meeting with an audible smack. He pressed his face into her throat and fucked her. Marianna could only cling to him, overjoyed, muddled with pleasure, toes curling into the bed.

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