Page 77 of Prince Charming

His stare burned. It beckoned her forward. That invisible dominant rope he had around her, tugged hard.

Answering him, she nodded, biting on her lip.

He knew. Because she watched his features turn animalistic before her eyes. Nose flaring, teeth bared. His veins tightened. And she held her breath.Wanting.

“Coat off, lock the door, then get over here.” It wasn’t a request.

His rough timber was cool enough to melt her burning need.

“Anna.Now.” He growled.

Hurrying, she swallowed her squeal when his hands came to her hips, dragging her forward and he deposited Marianna on the desk directly between his spread legs.

He didn’t wait.

Buttons popped on her jeans. The zipper opened, and he slid the material down her legs, helped by her when she lifted her bottom.

Their eyes clashed, burned hotter.

Tag’s hands spread her legs wider, exposing her. His thumb ran up the crotch of her cotton panties. He must feel how damp she was when he obscenely pushed the material between her sex lips, finding her clit throbbing for his touch. The panties were gone in moments.

It didn’t even occur to Marianna to feel shy. Not with him. He made her feel so many other things. Womanly and wanted.

The moan fell from her lips as she became soft all over.

This was an elixir. Taking her from her own head.

A minute, she needed only a minute of Tag.

Please, please. She silently begged.

Somehow he heard because he dragged her to the very edge of the desk until her legs dangled over his forearms.

Tag pressed one kiss to her inner thigh, another to her mouth. She moaned and arched for more, but his head had already dropped.

And then he consumed her.

It was a feast.

He went in, one hot slurp after another.

A knife-edge, electrically charged pleasure swelled through her. The burn of friction where they touched—where his mouth sealed to the most sensitive part of her caused her to tremble.

She was sent into the atmosphere instantly. Legs shaking, panting his name, her hands found his hair and pulled hard when he grunted. Her pulse was running away too fast for her to catch up, skin prickling all over. Oh, god.Oh, god. This was everything.

This was what she needed. Being taken away by a very giving man who knew where to intimately kiss to make her moan.

“Christ, darlin’, you went over quick. You needed it, huh?” The smug smile radiated out of each word.

Aware she was whispering his given name over and over, clutching his shoulders and hair. She was shaking and vulnerable in that moment and couldn’t have accepted anyone else to see her that way, only him.

Tag wasn’t satisfied delivering only one body-shaking orgasm.

Marianna was barely breathing when he lifted his head, licking his lips. He had more in mind when he didn’t wait a second to push two fingers deep inside her.

So full, she swallowed her cry of pleasure.

“Lift your shirt.” He demanded, more animal than man.

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