Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 101: Precipice

William took a deep, unsteady breath, struggling to contain his lust. He didn’t want to overwhelm her but he was weak with need.

It’s only her second time, he tried to tell himself sternly. She’s probably still sore from last night and she’s scared we’ll be discovered here. William knew that if they were caught it would mean ruin. Still, he couldn’t deny that there was something about the risk that was spurring him on harder.

Still, maybe I should stop, he thought to himself.

All thoughts of stopping promptly left his mind when he felt Camilla’s dainty hands sliding down the hard planes of his chest and belly. His abdominal muscles instinctively clenched under her touch, as she touched and pressed lightly.

There was something about her innocent nature that made him want to absolutely wreck her. He buried his face in her neck and bit his lip so hard he could taste blood when her hands drifted lower still, to cup the aching bulge in his trousers.

He quickly started to unlace them with his free hand and almost sobbed when she wrapped her fingers hesitantly around his length.

"I don’t know what you want me to do." she whispered. Her anxious little whisper made him smile. Lord, if only she knew how she made him feel.

"You’re doing just fine." His voice rasped as she began stroking him ever so slowly. He shuddered and bit her earlobe, praying he could last long enough.

He slid his hand up her thigh. When he touched the core of her, he was relieved - and rather smug - that was was already wet and hot. She gasped into his ear when his thumb stroked her little bundle of nerves again and again. Her wetness on his fingers and her gasps were driving him mad.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" he whispered into her ear feverishly as he gently slid a finger inside her and she gave a little sigh, squeezing around him. The sensation nearly broke his resolve. He pushed her hands away frantically.

"I’m sorry, was I doing it wrong?" Camilla blinked at him, wide eyed.

He bit back a groan. "Just the opposite. I’m not going to last much more if you keep doing that."

He then lifted her up with one arm under her backside, pushing her up the wall. With his free hand, he clutched her thigh. She quickly caught on to what he wanted her to do and wrapped her legs around his waist. William then let go of her thigh to help her pull up the voluminous satin skirt fabric until it was bunched between them.

He cursed the dress, cursed his uncle’s orders that meant for the next few months he’d be stuck bedding his betrothed in secret. But then he felt her warm, slippery softness against his length and his mind went completely blank.

"You must tell me if I’m hurting you." he managed to grit out through clenched teeth. He was shaking from trying to restrain himself when all he wanted to do was plunge himself into her to the hilt and fuck her until they were both breathless.

Camilla nodded, eyes half closed and cheeks flushed. She writhed against him and dug her fingers into his biceps as if impatient.

William stood very still, feeling like he was standing at the edge of a steep precipice. He was desperate not to cause her pain but at the same time, wasn’t sure he could restrain himself to go slowly.

Camilla writhed again and tipped her head to whisper in his ear, "How long are you going to make me wait?"

"Not a moment longer." he growled. Rocking his hips forward, he slid into her in one slow, fluid movement. Both of them gasped as he filled her completely, then their mouths met in a desperate kiss. William started to rock back and forth against her steadily. She whimpered into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she tilted her head back against the wall. "Does it hurt?"

"N-no...the pain has faded..." she whispered.

He thrust again, slow and deep, watching her.

"Oh...oh lord. That feels...so good...uh," She bit her lip.

A combination of pride and sheer animal lust shot through him like an arrow. He kissed her lips roughly and then buried his face in her neck as he thrust harder. He didn’t know the time that passed, whether a few or many minutes. All that existed was the scent of her hair, the taste of her skin and her quick, shallow breathing in his ear.

Suddenly she arched her back and tightened her legs around him. He pressed his fingers against her lips as a precaution and she moaned softly, clenching repeatedly around him. He felt his own pleasure building hotter and hotter.

Camilla sighed weakly and went limp against him, passively letting him bounce her against him faster and faster until the pleasure tore through him in a frightening wave. He sunk his teeth into her bare shoulder to muffle his groan as he shuddered uncontrollably.

After a couple of moments, he groggily raised his head from her neck and gasped for air. She placed her hands on either side of his face so she could tip it towards her own and kiss his mouth. They shared hot, slow, sated kisses while he continued to hold her up against the wall, her legs still around him. Eventually, their breathing slowed.

Suddenly, William felt her bite his lower lip rather hard. He stared at her, a little shocked, while he touched his bruised lip with his finger.

"That is for leaving my room last night without a word." Camilla frowned at him. "I had no idea what to think."

William snickered. "The king would have killed me if he’d discovered I’d spent the night with you. And it would’ve been a little difficult to plead the case for you to stay in Islia, without a head left on my neck."

She unwrapped her legs and he gently lowered her to the ground, steadying her when she swayed slightly. William was touched at how shyly she glanced at him as she adjusted her bodice and started to tie the cord that fastened her dress closed. He quickly re tied his trousers, then ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Are you saying you didn’t trust me to keep my word? You didn’t think I’d speak to the king on your behalf?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

Camilla flinched a little. "To be honest, I didn’t trust you to speak to me much at all after lying with me. I thought once you’d gotten what you wanted, you’d just move on to the next girl."

"I’m getting what I want." William pulled her against him and whispered fiercely. "I only want you. At my side and in my bed. I don’t ever want to share you with anyone else and I won’t so much as look at another woman."

He felt her arms tentatively wrap around his waist as he stroked her back and inhaled the intoxicating scent of her hair.

There was something he didn’t understand about the depth of feeling she wrought from him. He’d lusted after plenty of women. But none had inspired such hot urgency, mixed with aching tenderness. It frightened him.

He whispered into her hair, "It has only been you in my mind, for longer than I care to admit. Damn you for ruining my easy life."

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Camilla found something thrilling about his possessive tone. He pressed his lips to her forehead and then let her go to peer around the tapestry edge. "The corridor is empty." He stepped out from behind the tapestry and out of the alcove, pulling him quickly behind him.

For a moment they just stared at each other. William then smiled placidly and started leading her by the hand towards the south side of the castle again.

Camilla’s legs shook under her gown as she tried to keep up with him. She was stunned at his brazenness and even more stunned at his calm, sunny smile. Apart from a slight flush on his cheekbones, William looked unperturbed. She on the other hand, felt like she could crumple into a heap. Her body was trembling and there was warm, sticky fluid between her legs again.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked.

"No. You showed up this morning before my food did."

William flashed her a grin. "Good. We can eat something together then. I’m famished."

"You want to eat breakfast together?"

He glanced over his shoulder at her. "We’re going to spend our lives together so you’re going to have to get used to my company. That includes having breakfast with me, doesn’t it?"

Camilla started to laugh. "Yes, it’s just odd to imagine you in my presence chamber. You’ve never stepped in there without being ordered. Bess once joked that you considered it the gates to the underworld, by the way you’d run from it." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

William scowled. "That bitch. Knowing what I wanted before I even did."