Fallen Angel

Chapter 22.2

Cesare had not left his chamber since the Master gave him Lucrezia's medallion. He wore it around his neck, its weight a reminder of what was at stake should he displease the Devil again. The Impaler came to persuade him to re-join the training, but Cesare had no choice but to turn Tepes away, naming him temporary commander. 
The injuries he'd received during his attack on the Boleyn whelp were completely healed – those on the surface, anyway. The ones within had only grown. As the demon stood at his window and stared at the fires in the Circles, Cesare imagined every way he could make all his enemies suffer. To have been bested by the Nephilim again was salt in his already wounded pride. Yet, for now, he would have to endure it. However much he hated it, Cesare would wait until he was given orders to train, strike, kill, and do whatever else was required. The risk of anything happening to Lucrezia was too great.

There was a soft, hesitant knock on the door. Cesare didn't answer. Another knock. The door creaked as it opened. Whoever had knocked entered with shuffling feet. There was a slight rustling of a dress. Soft breathing behind him. A light touch on his shoulder. The whispering tone of a familiar voice, "My Lord."

"What are you doing here, Katheryn?" Cesare asked wearily.

"I begged the Master to let me see you. He granted me a few hours."

"Leave me alone."

"No, I cannot bear to leave you again. Not like this. Please, my Lord... Cesare."

Cesare turned to face her. He had intended to make her leave, but her beauty stopped him. She was breathtaking. Yellow ringlets created a sort of aura around her head. A silver chain graced her neck, a tear-shaped pearl at her bosom. It somehow complimented the scar that showed a girl decapitated in life.
Kitty pulled the ribbon of her red gown loose, revealing her white breasts. Cesare's breath caught at the sight of them. How long had it been since he'd last held those perky hills? 

"I tried so hard to convince the Master," she tempted, drawing closer to him. "I had to see you."

"Why?" asked Cesare, still staring at her. "Why would you risk yourself?"

"Because I failed you. I promised vengeance when all I did was wound you further. Please, Cesare, forgive me."

"No, you provided me with the tool of my vengeance. I was the one who —"

Kitty silenced him by firmly pressing her lips on his. She placed her hands on the back of his neck, while Cesare's rested on her hips. One kiss was all it took to make him forget about his troubles. One kiss was all it took to make him realise how much he craved this girl's company. He drowned in Kitty. Her allure, her touch, the scent of roses from her skin and hair... It was too much.
They moved, still kissing, towards the bed. Cesare abandoned Kitty's mouth as he pulled the nightgown down her body. She stepped out and sat on her knees on the edge of the bed, watching him remove his shirt. Impatient to continue, Kitty reached out to unbuckle his belt, but Cesare slapped her hand away and roughly pushed her onto the mattress. He lay on top of her and kissed her fervently, pinning her hands above her head. Kitty squirmed underneath him, rolling her hips against him. Cesare groaned at the friction and smirked. Always so impatient. Very well. 

Moving down, Cesare left Kitty's lips and kissed her neck to her collarbone and bosom. Every few seconds, he lingered to suckle her skin, leaving his mark on her. When he finally got to her breast, Cesare licked it slowly. Over the hill, to that taunt peak. His tongue rolled around Kitty's nipple a few times, and then he bit her. Hard.
Kitty gasped and moaned at the double stimulation of Cesare's bites and coarse squeezes. She arched her back, pushing her chest up to him. He hummed in appreciation and trailed one hand across her belly. The blonde shivered as he brushed the tip of his fingers over her mound before delving between her legs.
Cesare's arousal grew when he found her wet with desire for him. He could just get it over with now and fuck her mercilessly, but she had risked herself into coming here. That deserved a reward. Not to mention that he really wanted to taste her.