Page 38 of His Stolen Princess

Apollonia

My eyes burn with tears. I wrap my arms around Cato. He loves me. I guess my plan worked. Part of it at least. I never thought he'd make me fall in love with him, too. I hadn't put up much of a fight in the end. I think my heart and soul knew what he was going to be to me. Hell, I think my parents might have known it, too.

Cato pulls his mouth from mine and tugs at my robe. I lift up, letting him pull it free. He tosses it away. I fight not to laugh at his anger toward the silky piece of cloth.

“Are you laughing at me, my lioness?”

“Never.” I drop onto the bed and run my fingers up and down his arms.

“You’re so damn beautiful. You know that, right? And all fucking mine.” He kisses me again.

I dig my nails into his arm as he deepens the kiss. I put everything I have into it, wanting to feel him all over me. He pulls his mouth from mine as he trails kisses down my neck. A prelude to the pleasure I know he’s going to give me.

He palms one of my breasts as he sucks my nipple from the other into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around before popping the nipple free and doing the same to the other. He lifts his mouth and grazes me with his teeth.

“One day, you’ll give me a daughter.” He kisses the inside of my breast. “I’ll have to learn to share these.”

I giggle.

“Are you laughing at me again?”

“Never.” I shake my head.

He gives me a wicked smile as he moves down my body. I spread my legs, welcoming him there as he kisses me. By the time Cato is done, there will be no part of me his mouth hasn’t touched. I plan to enjoy each and every second of him exploring my body.

His fingers dig into my thighs as his warm breath teases my clit. I reach down and run my hands through his hair. He looks up at me with that devilish smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing.

“I love you, Cato, but if you tease me right now I will stab you with your own knife.”

He throws back his head, a deep laugh coming from him. Cato always looks handsome, but he is something else altogether when he smiles.

“We can’t have that. You’ve stabbed enough people lately.” He leans down, his tongue tracing my clit. My head drops back as he pushes a finger inside me. I moan, my hips lifting off the bed.

Cato’s other hand slips up my stomach and finds mine. He links our fingers as he licks and sucks at my clit. He pushes a second finger into me. It’s all too much. His mouth and fingers continue to work me until my body begins to shake as my first orgasm hits me. It rolls through me like a storm, drowning me in delight.

My entire body relaxes until I feel him give my clit one last kiss, causing my body to jerk.

My eyes flutter open as he makes his way up my body, kissing every inch of me until he gets to my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I love you,” I say against his mouth, kissing him again as he pushes inside me.

“I love you too.” He brushes some of my hair from my forehead. His eyes search my face. “You okay?”

“I’ve never been better, Cato. I didn't know I could be this happy.”

“Me either.” He smiles, brushing his mouth against mine. I run my hands down his back, needing to feel him against me as he starts to thrust in and out.

“Cato.” I moan his name, then remember. “Stop. Wait.”

He stills over me, his brows drawing together.

“I’m fine.” I rush to say before he freaks out. “But your side, the wound.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, you—”

He pulls out and thrusts back into me, making me moan and proving his point.

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