Page 45 of Prince Charming

When did the tides change?

In that moment, Marianna recognized the control he wielded was extraordinary. The knowledge made her move the last inch. She stepped up onto her tiptoes, putting her forehead at nose height with Tag. Her lungs stole the air he exhaled as she pressed her lips to his.

Did anyone else see it?

The fire breathing eyes.

She saw it now and knew why he needed to fight.

All that simmering energy had to go somewhere.

He was a live wire, dangerous to touch, impossible to look away from.

Without realizing, she backed up, and he followed slowly, step by step.

Tag arranged his body, bracing a hand on the wall behind her, leaning in until she tasted every note of his spicy cologne in the back of her throat.

This close to him made her feel sticky as sugar, drunk on the cocktail of man and part animal with his eyes glowing. If he snapped his teeth together, it would not surprise her.

An avalanche in her body. It whipped and sped up her heart.

She didn’t want to push him away.

Not when her fingers climbed up the front of his shirt. Tag inhaled hard and blew air over her face. She went on until she reached the summit of his collar.

It was notenough.

The small testing touches put her into a state of something she thought long since dead.

She was nearly euphoric.

“You want to kiss me, Anna? Then you do it right.” He added gruffly when she could only bob her head up and down.

She stuttered over her words, unable to translate into English around her wildly choppy breaths. She asked first in Russian and then switched to what he understood. “Show me how.”

“Like this.” he all but growled a second before his lips swallowed her gasp of surprise.

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“She danced right into his fucking mouth.” - Tag

His movements were slow but reduced Marianna to wordlessly, needy moans.

Each bite and roll of his tongue delivered an electric shake up through her spine.

Seconds passed like hours.

His taste became hers.

Tag’s intensity smothered her in a brand-new bliss. His grave growls shivered goosebumps all over her body until her nipples hurt, peaking hard against her racerback tank top.

There was no hesitation, no gentleness to the kiss.

He took, plundered, andownedher.

His lips flamed into hers with a fast takeover, branding her in a way that was almost painfully real. Incredibly consuming, she knew for a fact she was going to walk around the rest of her days marked by Tag.

His taste.

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