Page 65 of Rags to Royals

“All for me.” It’s not a question.

I nod again.

He slides a finger into me and I moan, gripping his shoulders.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he says gruffly. “The dreams I’ve had about you and this perfect cunt.” He adds a second finger and picks up the pace, fucking me faster.

He runs his other hand from my hip up my side to cup one breast. He rubs his thumb back and forth over it, teasing my nipple, making my pussy tighten around his fingers.

“Cian,” I gasp.

Then he slides that hand to the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our foreheads touch.

He buries his fingers deep and says, “For the rest of these eighteen days, you’re not going to deny us this. No matter what else we figure out, no matter how this thing ends up, you’re going to let me worship you. You’re going to let me give you what your body needs, at least. You’re going to explore all of the things you want and need.”

That hits me directly in the chest.

God, I want that.

I never let myself go like I did with Cian.

I know that he’s realized I told him a lot of truths. The brainstorming we did about the program to support single moms was all me. The way I spoke about loving my family and how close I am to Ruby and Mariah was truly me. And the things I said and did and let him do in bed were definitely me.

Because he was safe. Because I didn’t think I’d see him again.

But now…

I still feel safe with him.

Obviously, not seeing him again is not as easy as I anticipated—as it should have been andwould have beenwith any other guy—but I still feel able to be fully myself.

I realize I’ve stopped moving. I’m even holding my breath.

“Don’t hide from this,” Cian says against my lips. “Don’t pretend with this. You’re safe with me. You can be and have whatever you want with me. As long as it’s real.”

Oh…fuck. This is…tempting as hell.

But it’s temporary. Seventeen more days.

Then he’ll go marry someone else.

My heart jolts hard in my chest at that.

But I have to be realistic here. I can’t make a life with a guy like Cian.

Besides, he needs a princess. That isnotme.

But he wants to have seventeen more days with me. He’s insisting on it. Can I spend those days just having amazing sex?Can I havetwo fucking weeksof fun in this town? Why not? Do I deserve it? Maybe. Fucking, maybe.

Finally, I say, “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

He brings me in and kisses me deeply, moving his fingers, fast and deep.

I grind down against his hand, kissing him back. But after a minute, I rip my mouth away. “Need you. Not just your fingers.”

“Take what you need, sweet witch.”

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