Page 22 of His Stolen Princess

Apollonia

Ido want him.

I want him so much it scares the hell out of me. It also makes me do things I shouldn't. I find myself grabbing his short hair and deepening the kiss as I hold him close, not wanting to let go.

As crazy as Cato can make me, he also soothes something deep inside of me. A level of comfort is there. Even when I’d been in the church and smacked him. I didn't fear him. I should. He’s a deadly man. Everyone knows that. Still, for me, I never felt that fear when I looked at him. I felt the opposite, and then I’d intentionally baited and toyed with him, somehow knowing he’d never do anything to harm me.

Because he’d already saved me once. How could I forget that? I hadn’t. I just hadn’t put together he was the same person from that night. The night that had changed my life forever. The one that had taken so much away from me. Cato had held me until I stopped shaking. He was the only light in the darkest moment of my life. He had pulled me from that darkness. And now he’s here again, an avenging angel or a devil, I’ll never know which.

“Cato.” I moan his name as he pulls his mouth from mine. He trails kisses down my neck as he pulls at my clothes. I help him, wanting to be skin to skin with him. My emotions are running high. He was right about that, but we both know I’ve wanted him for weeks now. There has been a pull to him since he’d sat down on the steps of the church with me. I’ve been fighting this with everything. I can no longer resist the feelings I’m having for him.

Cato, on the other hand, has been doing the exact opposite. He hasn't been fighting the pull. His need for me has never wavered. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn't afraid to take it. His mind had already been made up that he wanted me. A small part of me wants to believe that he’s doing this because he can’t stand the thought of not having me, and not out of some promise he made to my brother to protect me. That he’d seen me and had simply wanted me for himself.

“You have on too many clothes.” I start pulling at his as soon as he has me naked under him. I want to see all of him. To touch every part of him. So much of me has already been laid bare for him. I want to see him, too. I want him to open up to me. He knows so much about me. What do I really know about him?

He pulls back as he quickly strips himself of all his clothes. His eagerness to get naked turns me on even more. My eyes trail down his chest and past his abs to his cock. It’s red and almost angry looking. A bead of cum leaks from the head. He reaches down and strokes himself. Desire courses through me seeing his arousal. The fact that he’s this way because of me does something to me.

“Apollonia.” He groans my name. The small amount of fear I had about him fitting inside of me fades away, only leaving the need. He wants me. His whole body strains with desire for me. Again, I feel that rush of power like I had the other night when Cato spread me out on the bed and made me come with his mouth. I had thought I was in heaven then, but the look he’s giving me now tells me that was only the beginning of what he’s going to give me.

“I want you inside me,” I breathe out. I need this connection. I run my hand down his broad chest. My fingers brush against a few of the scars that are scattered there. Somehow, they make him look sexier. I try not to think about them, because the thought of how he got them terrifies a part of me. How close has Cato come to death? Will he, too, meet the same fate as everyone else I’ve ever loved? Am I setting myself up for more hurt?

As I wrap my hand around his cock, he gives another loud groan. I don’t want to think about losing anything else right now. Not when he makes me feel so good. I want to focus on the now. The pleasure I can have. I deserve this. To get lost in Cato for a night. I can deal with everything else tomorrow. But for tonight, I’m taking something for myself. I need this. I need him.

“I have to get you ready first.” He reaches down and pulls my hand from around this cock. “You’re going to make this be over before it even begins if you continue touching me.”

I bring my hand to his cheek. “Can you not control yourself, Cato?” I give him a wicked smile.

“With you? No. I find I have no control.” He kisses me before I can respond. The kiss is needy but sweet. He kisses me slowly but with a force that I know will leave my mouth sore later. I don’t care. I want to feel Cato long after this. To remember our night together.

He pulls his mouth from mine as he trails kisses down my body. I whimper when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, his rough fingers pulling at the other. It feels good, but I need more.

“Cato.” I wiggle under him.

“I’ve got you,” he says, releasing my nipple to travel down my body. He leaves wet open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He grabs my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spreads me wide, his warm breath against my sex.

“Don’t tease me tonight. I need this.” I look down at him. I suck in a breath when my eyes meet his. He’s trying to soften me, but his eyes say something different altogether. He’s fighting for control. “Stop holding back.” I sit up on my elbows. “I want you, Cato. Now give it to me,” I demand.

“I’ll decide when you’re ready to take me. I refuse to hurt you.” Cato doesn't know there are other ways to hurt. I’d planned to ruin him. To break his heart. He could easily do the same to me. His eyes stay locked with mine. I wish I could read him better. I want to know what he’s thinking. Does he feel this crazy connection too?

“What are you waiting for then?” I arch my hips; the need for him is becoming unbearable. He gives me that sexy as hell smile. One that promises me the wait will be worth it.

“Eyes on me, lioness. Always on me.” I watch as he dips his head. His tongue circles my clit. I drop back down onto the bed, spreading my legs even more as he pushes one finger inside of me and then another.

His tongue plays with my clit as his fingers work in and out. Each time he draws me closer to coming he pulls back until I’m mindless with need and begging him to take me.

“Cato, it hurts.” My whole body throbs with need. He pulls his fingers out of me. I reach for him and pull him up my body. “I’m going to kill you,” I tell him as I pull him down for a kiss and wrap my legs around him. He hasn't let me come yet.

I’ve wanted to, but I want him inside me more. His cock brushes my clit as he keeps on kissing me. I can feel the tension in his body.

“Stop torturing us both.” I tighten my legs around his back as I feel the head of his cock breach my entrance.

“Not torturing you. I want you to need me.” He pushes more inside of me. I gasp at the feel of him. He closes his eyes, looking pained. “I see why you’re so tight.” His jaw flexes.

I lift my hips, taking him a little more inside of me. “Scared of a virgin?” I challenge him.

“No, not scared of a virgin. I’m scared of you,” he says before thrusting all the way inside me. I let out a small scream as his mouth devours mine. I feel the pain, but my body is still so on edge that I lift my hips, needing him to move. I need to come. I need him to take me fully.

“Cato.” I dig my fingers into his back. He lets out a string of curses in Italian that only turn me on more.

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