Page 67 of Prince Charming

So sweet was his Russian girl.

And he was far from finished with her.

EIGHTEEN

“The more you have, the more you want, it’s just facts.” -Tag

He gave her his best shit-eating grin.

Like the cat that got the canary.

He finger-fucked her in the hallway because he was too impatient to get them upstairs.

As much as his shaft was hurting behind his zipper, what do you know… her pleasure settled something within Tag.

It snapped his tether, which usually made Tag an impatient guy.

He eased into a fresh kiss, felt her soften and taste him back.

Goddamn, his balls throbbed, so full and only wanted to be emptied in one place.

Something urgent in him roared to life. It was more than only getting her off.

If he were book smart and didn’t drop out of school at sixteen, he might have known what it was.

Tag reared back on his heels, caught her around the waist and plastered her tight to his frame. Breathing against her mouth for a moment to get the exhilaration under control, before diving into a kiss that rocked the very foundation of his existence.

Just a taste.

Jesus.Jesus.

She tasted like the creamiest chocolate pie. Like sin he wanted to drown in. Like a homecoming he didn’t know he was sick for. There was a lack of experience in her touch, almost as though testing how far she could go with him - andforherself - that made him protective and victorious at the same time.

Mine.She will be mine.

The sound of it pushed its way into Tag’s head, clanging like a damn bell.

This was insane. It was fucking insane. Andright.

He needed to breathe, but he would rather die than break the kiss. Feeling as though he’d starved for her his entire life.

She whimpered into his mouth, drew her hands through his hair, and he countered with a soothing noise, running a thumb along her soft cheekbone.

“One more,” he rasped, pulling back to see the glassiness of her eyes, full of arousal. God, he’d put that look in her eyes. He felt bigger than he did after a championship fight. “Gonna gimme one more, Anna? I need to spoil my pussy.”

Her puff of laughter made him grin.

When he stripped off her shirt, he feasted his eyes on her perfect, suckable tits begging for his mouth.

She bowed forward, rolled her finger along his mouth.

“I have seen no one more handsome than you.” She told him, her accent low and croaky with arousal.

One more orgasm from her and he’d feel halfway human again. Decent enough, he could concentrate on feeding her, instead of mauling her in his hallway.

Some fucking noble man he was, huh?

But Marianna didn’t seem to mind. She wore a small smile while he tempted her nipples into hardened peeks with his finger and thumb.

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