Page 78 of Prince Charming

She did it automatically with fingers that wouldn’t work properly. Pulling her bra cups up too and was glad of it when he nosed along the underside of her breast before he latched his wet mouth on the very peak.Sucking.

Sucking so hard, she saw stars and moons.

The silkiness of his tongue, the dimmed hint of his teeth, was the right amount of pressure to send pleasure to her curled toes.

Skilled fingers worked her up into a frenzy. In and out. Deeper and longer.

She forgot where she was and went where his passion led her.

In this heady second, she knew she’d follow Tag into the darkness and be happy there.

“Beautiful girl.” He praised, “sweet little pussy breaking apart for me.”

God, he was dirty. It was perfect.

Tag’s wicked fingers curled and stroked until she was mindless.

Before she was ready, he threw her into a climax so hot it shook her from the inside like a nuclear attack, until she was only soundless cries.

Her clothes were a mess, her body was dripping, and Marianna moaned when Tag scooped her onto his lap. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, she opened instinctively. Melting into the way he lavished pleasure around her tongue with sweet attention.

All his kisses felt brand new.

She felt drunk and reborn, rolling her hips to fix herself against his hardness.

“Feeling better, Anna?” He groaned against her lips.

“Oh, yes. Very much. You were exactly what I needed.” She first said in Russian then repeated in English. His rumbled laugh made color heat her face.

She didn’t deserve him.

That much she knew.

Her limbs were useless, and she stood while Tag put her back into her clothes and then cuddled her close.

“You came to me.” He spoke with his mouth pressed to her hammering throat pulse. “My good girl.”

Marianna chuckled, feeling shy and cared for.

“What about you?” She asked, not for the first time. The gun-like hardness was digging into her thigh. She wanted him to demand things from her too.

Too scared to take the initiative herself. Too scared to keep giving him pieces of herself when she was already torn down the middle.

Half here. Half not.

It was easy to want more from Tag, to want to give him everything too.

She was afraid to want more in case she had to leave him.

“Don’t you worry about me, darlin’.” He answered gruffly. “When you want me inside you as hungry as I want to be there, you can let me know.”

Damn, did she dream this man to life?

She nuzzled in for a second and he held her tighter, running his nose slowly along her neck. What did she smell like to him? His scent always rushed straight to her erogenous zones. He smelled of cedar and breezy days. He smelled of smooth whiskey and bonfire smoke. She buried her face in his hair and inhaled, knowing to take as much of this moment with him as she could before it was over.

And it would be over, wouldn’t it? Eventually.

She’d have to leave Tag behind.

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