Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 112: Surrender

"Kissing you." William moved his lips to her delicate neck and placed his hand on her thigh again.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" She wasn’t actually pulling away, he noticed.

"Yes, I think it’s a very good idea." He was drowning in the heavenly scent of her hair. She tilted her head back slowly and shivered, only to tense up as she felt his hand slowly pulling up her skirt.

Camilla quickly placed her hand over his to stop him. "Wait." she breathed. "What are you...we can’t..."

William gently shook her hand off and continued pulling up the silk fabric. "We won’t, it’s far too risky."

"Then what-"

"Shhhh," he murmured, very much liking her breathy, anxious tone. "Just let me do this. I won’t ask you for anything in return." He kissed her neck again as the hem of her skirt slowly rose higher and higher. Soon, the fabric was all bunched up on her lap.

William felt her shudder when his palm touched the warm smooth skin of her bare thigh. He squeezed it slightly before he let his fingertips glide upwards ever so slowly. He relished the gasp that tore from her lips as he finally brushed the cleft between her legs.

"D-d-don’t do this." Camilla whispered, nevertheless opening her legs slightly to grant him better access.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"N-no...but someone might find us."

"I’ll be able to hear anyone before they reach the door." William replied calmly as he kept brushing his fingertips against her. She was already wet.

"But they might hear-" her voice was thin and choked.

"Well then, you’d better be very quiet." William smiled, feeling his control over her.

There was no way in hell William was going to stop now. Pressing his fingers a little harder until he brushed the little nub, he began to stroke ever so gently as he kissed her throat again. He smiled wider as he heard her moan and tug at his hair.

Slowly, steadily he moved his fingers as he felt her writhing against his touch, trying and failing to fight his control over her. Camilla unwittingly ground against his groin again, making him arch under her. She gasped again.

"Tell me how much you need me." He whispered in her ear as he rewarded her by stroking a little more firmly.

"I...I-" Camilla started to speak but then moaned again, throwing her head back.

William was determined she would be as vulnerable and powerless around him as he had been around her since the first day they met. He would have all of her, every single last part of her, imprinting himself on her very soul. "Tell me." he whispered again, gently biting her earlobe.

"I...I need you. Oh!" she gasped out. "I need you more than anything!" He felt the warm wetness starting to gush out onto his eager fingers, making him bite his own lip from lust.

He longed to kiss her again but couldn’t bring himself to do it, preferring to listen instead. He sat utterly enthralled and aroused by the sound of her rapid breaths, her whimpers and the way she weakly gasped his name over and over. Her nails dug into his forearm, clearly wanting more but he held back. His touch remained slow as she started to pant.

"Oh my lord," she moaned in what sounded like overwhelming frustration. He bit her earlobe again, less gently this time as both of her hands clutched the front of his shirt desperately. Then he let his finger slide ever so gingerly inside her.

The little cry that she made almost broke his self control. She felt so hot and soft and ready writhing against his hand. A strange dizziness overtook him. All he needed to do was shift her so that she was straddling him and then he could plunge into her sweet-

She whimpered again and he pushed the thought from his mind. This wasn’t about him and what he wanted. This was about making her happy and letting her know beyond any doubt that she was his and only his.

"Please," she rasped, her voice telling him that he had her beyond all clear thought as his finger slid out then in, again and again. "Please!"

"Now you know how fucking helpless I felt all those months around you, how it feels to want someone so much that you’re willing to beg for them." he whispered savagely in her ear before he kissed her neck. His second finger slid in with ease and he sighed with a mixture of satisfaction and scalding desire.

"William!" her voice broke and she shuddered. He moved his fingers faster and she pulled at his hair almost painfully.

Just a little more, he thought as his blood ran boiling hot. He’d never really thought much about a woman’s enjoyment before, assuming that it just happened. Now, nothing seemed more important. He wanted her to know that no other man would ever give her such excruciating pleasure.

William then gently curled the fingers inside her, upwards and pressed again. That should do it, he thought.

At that, Camilla threw her head back again and gave a hoarse scream, clenching around his fingers repeatedly. Humming with approval, he touched her steadily as the waves of bliss ran through her, until she fell limp against him and gasped for breath.

"Shhhh." William soothed her as he smiled, pushing down the hem of her skirt until it fell modestly to her ankles. He then started stroking her back again for a while as her breath tore from her lips, feeling her shaking in his arms. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

Once her breathing was slow and even again, he knew they had to head back into reality before she fell asleep on him. Reluctantly, he placed his hands on her hips and gently eased her to her feet. He stood up immediately after her, considerably less drunk than he had been an hour earlier. In fact, he seemed steadier on his feet than she did, which made William feel unbelievably smug.

Camilla looked up at him shyly, her eyes glassy and her face still a little flushed. She looked like sweet sin itself.

For a moment, he weighed up the option of just pressing her against the wall and having her wrap her legs around his waist. It would be one hell of a risk. Then again, he knew he was a thrill seeker.

"I’ll walk you to your room, alright?" He instead gave her a short kiss on her delectable rosy lips.

She nodded passively and let him lead her by the hand out of the drawing room and through the shadowy, silent library. They moved slowly in almost complete darkness until they stepped into the corridor lit by wall sconces.

Quietly, they walked into the castle’s south wing, sticking to the shadows. Eventually they reached the front of her presence chamber doors.

He held a door open for her with one hand but before she could take another step, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her to him fiercely for a long time. Camilla wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I love you." he heard her shyly whisper. William swallowed painfully, refusing to let any more tears fall. He’d already done plenty of that earlier.

"Fuck. I love you too, so much it hurts." he replied, his voice rough. The depth of tenderness she drew from him was incredible and frightening all rolled up into one.

Kissing her lips one last time, he gave her a gentle push through the door and shut it behind her.

William walked away before he could be tempted to step through those doors and follow her. He would give his sword arm to lie with her in that moment.

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Camilla stumbled into her bedchamber and shut the door behind her, sagging against the wall for a moment. She felt weak and limp from the exquisite pleasure William wrought from her. Who would have thought bliss existed that made you want to weep? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Unwilling to call her maids to help her get undressed, Camilla twisted her arm behind her back and pulled at the laces of her gown until she felt them come loose. She impatiently shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor.

Too tired to change into a nightgown, Camilla crawled into bed clad in only her chemise. As she stretched her legs under the soft blankets, her foot accidentally nudged against Sophie, who had been curled up in a ball, sleeping near the end of the bed. The cat lifted her head and meowed in indignation.

"What should I do?" Camilla whispered to the cat. "There are still more than two months until the wedding. I doubt William will say he can wait that long. I don’t know if I can make him wait that long or if I even want to." Her body still tingled.

"So what shall I do until August, Sophie?"