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I lick his fingers and enjoy the blush on his cheeks. He shivers, snatching his hand away, and I smile.

“Sorry, Prince, but now it’s your turn to stay quiet,” I warn him as I uncap the small bottle of lube Björn must have slipped into my pocket when he hugged me earlier.

“Why would I—”

I slide my hand under the fabric of his briefs, cupping his ass before my lubed fingers dip lower.

“Knox…” Cillian moans into my mouth, his body jolting in surprise, as his hands cling to me.

“Shhhh,” I whisper against his lips, my finger pressing against him. “Can I?”

“Yes, please,” he moans, and I push my finger inside him.

I push deeper and deeper until I reach his spot, and I press it.

“Ahhh…” Cillian gasps, his body trembles, his back arches, and he closes his eyes.

My lips are back on his, swallowing his moans, fucking his mouth with my tongue at the same pace my finger moves inside him.

“More…” he begs, and I oblige, sinking another finger inside him.

“Knox… I want you,” he pants, unable to keep his hips from thrusting, trying to match my rhythm.

“No,” I growl, working my fingers in and out.

“Please…”

Without stopping my fingers, I align our cocks, trapping them against his stomach as I move my hips so my cock slides against his, creating the friction I crave.

“Knox, please…” Cillian begs, his voice choking with emotion and desperation. “I want you inside of me.”

“I can’t, Prince…” I admit, leaning back far enough to see his face, my eyes locking onto his. “How can I take you when I can’t offer you a future?”

“I don’t need a future,” he whispers, pulling me close. “I just want you.”

And with that, I give in.

I pin him with my body, reach down into my pocket, and pass Cillian a condom.

“Put it on me, Prince,” I say, and Cillian’s hands tremble as he opens the package and, using both hands, slides it over my cock.

I lean down and slide my hands down his thighs, curling my fingers behind his knees, and lift him.

Cillian’s legs cling to my hips and his arms loop around my neck as I angle his body, leaning his back against the balcony’s pillar.

“Are you sure?” I ask one last time, and he nods.

CHAPTER 20

CILLIAN

I cling to Knox, tightening my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I’m trembling…

Not from fear, but from a rush of a thousand conflicting emotions.

I feel happiness, nerves, excitement, lust, and disbelief.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but I can’t answer. My emotions are choking my words, so I nod.