CIAN
I pushed open the door to my room and stopped.
Fia stood near the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a robe. Her hair was damp, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. The fabric clung to her in places where she hadn’t dried off completely. She looked up when I entered, and something in her expression shifted.
A slow smile curved her lips.
"Preparing for me, I see," I said.
She tilted her head slightly. "How’s your uncle?"
"He’s fine." I moved further into the room and closed the door behind me. "Better than fine, actually. You healed him completely."
Her eyebrows rose. "Completely?"
"Not even a scar." I crossed the distance between us. "He wanted to thank you even."
"He doesn’t need to—"
I reached for the tie of her robe and pulled. The knot came undone easily. The fabric parted and I pushed it off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet.
Now she stood before me completely bare.
My hands went to my shirt. I didn’t bother with the buttons. I just grabbed the fabric and pulled. Buttons scattered across the floor with soft pinging sounds. The shirt joined her robe.
"Cian," she breathed.
I captured her mouth in a kiss. Hard and demanding. She responded immediately, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine. I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed.
I broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the mattress. She fell back with a soft gasp, her hair spreading across the pillows.
I knelt between her legs and looked at her.
She was perfect. Flushed and wanting and mine.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. She shivered. I kissed my way higher, taking my time, savoring the way her breath hitched with each touch.
When I finally reached her center, I didn’t hesitate. I licked a long stripe through her folds, and she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed.
I gripped her thighs and held her down. Then I went to work.
I explored her with my tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers tangle in my hair and pull. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
"Cian," she moaned. "Oh goddess, Cian."
I loved the way she said my name. Loved the desperation in her voice.
I slipped two fingers inside her while my mouth continued its assault on her clit. She was wet and hot and perfect around my fingers. I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars.
Her thighs started to tremble. Her breathing became ragged. I could feel her body tensing, and could immediately tell she was close.
So I stopped.
I pulled my mouth away and removed my fingers. She made a frustrated sound and looked down at me with wide, accusatory eyes.
"Not yet," I said.
"Cian, please—"


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