Page 47 of Prince Charming

Only his sinful, beautiful taste in her mouth and the support of powerful hands weaving down her spine, held her together.

Marianna backed up until she could exhale. Eyes so dirty, possessed her as easy as his hands and mouth had.

She knew one thing.

She didn’t deserve this man.

Not in the slightest.

But she wasn’t sorry.

Not right now.

Perhaps tomorrow, when the guilt for enjoying even a second of this empty existence came crashing in.

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Tag’s self-control was a goddamn joke.

The unflappable part of his brain which had a handle on shit over these months, broke free and wanted to howl.

He’d been given a taste and then pushed back with a firmno moresign in his face.

How the hell would she respond if he got her in his bed? He’d need a helluva lot of desire to keep his scared girl grounded in the moment.

Thinking with the throbbing meat between his legs made him an impatient chump.

One kiss and he felt drunker than a bottle of Jack D had ever gotten him.

One kiss and he wanted.

Fuck, he wantedeverything.

Draw up a commitment contract so he could sign his fucking name on the dotted line.

But it wasn’t the time.

She’d been into him until she slammed on the brakes.

They would be so fucking wild together. Mauling, and reckless. Messy and intoxicated on pleasure.He knew it.

Until now, he only had an inkling she felt anything. Shy glances lasting too long.

Her taste was in him now, she’d fired the starting pistol.

Tag would go glacially slow if that’s what it took.

If he rushed her now, the consequences could devastate, and he wasn’t willing to lose her.

The urgency to show her how incredible they could be weighed down his limbs, his muscles heavy with need. Forcing his frame to step away, he paced two feet and then turned, ignoring the pull in his cock to get his hands on his girl.

She was in the bones of him, down to the meat, whispering like a promise.

Now he was jonesing to hear her whisper it again directly into his mouth.

He had to rein himself in and didn’t know how he was gonna break the sad news to his benched dick.

Her sultry breath etched a space in his lungs. He smelled her and tasted her.

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