Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 136: No Time to Waste

Camilla watched William close and lock the bedchamber door, then stride over to a small table next to the bed. He pulled off his prince’s circlet and tossed it onto the table as if it were a worthless trinket.

"Undress now, wife."

She blinked at his quiet, abrupt order.

He smiled back in satisfaction at her surprise as he unfastened the buttons at the collar of his outer tunic. "You heard me. Undress."

"Just like that?"

William tugged off his tunic and smirked at her. "Well, yes. These have been the hardest months of my life, with you denying me your bed. I don’t see the point in wasting any more time."

Camilla raised her eyebrows. "That’s not strictly true, so don’t exaggerate."

"It’s true enough. If I’d had my way, I’d have lain with you every night and several times each night." William graced her with a smile that made her face flush. "Now, I suggest you take off your clothes, my pretty wife, before I start removing them myself and you have to explain to your maids tomorrow why everything was torn to shreds."

There was something in his possessive tone that Camilla loved. He made her feel like a precious, breathtaking beauty when he spoke that way. She slid off her high heeled shoes and began to pull at the back laces to her gown, her fingers fumbling.

She turned around to face him, watching him unbutton his shirt and asked, "Can you help me-"

"Gladly." William closed the distance between them, spun her around by the shoulders and pulled hard at the laces. A few moments later, Camilla felt him tug down the dress until it pooled at her feet.

She turned to face him again, watching his eyes dilating as they skimmed over her in her chemise. She cupped his jaw between her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. He sighed into her mouth as his arms tightened around her.

William then broke away slightly as he tried to pull off his open shirt, a sound of frustration breaking from his throat. "Goddamn cuffs..." she heard him curse quietly.

Looking down, Camilla quickly saw his shirt sleeves were fastened by emerald cuff links. "Raise your wrist." she ordered him with a little smile.

He did so obediently, watching with eager eyes as she carefully unfastened one, then started work on the other. A thrill ran through her at how surprisingly sensual it was to slowly undress a man.

"Can you please hurry the fuck up?" William groaned. "The wait is killing me."

Camilla pursed her lips in a pout. "I don’t want to damage these. They look expensive."

"They’re a wedding gift from Leo and Violet, and I couldn’t care less about them." William grabbed both loose cuff links from Camilla’s hand and tossed them carelessly onto the table where his circlet was. He then pulled off his shirt and Camilla immediately placed her hands on his chest, marveling at the planes of smooth, hard muscle under the lightly tanned skin. He pulled her in for another hot kiss as her hands drifted lower, tracing each of his abdominal muscles until they reached the waistband of his trousers. She slowly undid his belt as she felt him twitch with impatience, his hands cupping her breasts and his thumbs stroking circles around her nipples.

Camilla started unlacing William’s trousers as slowly as she could, her fingertips teasing the bulge of his crotch as she worked. She wanted to draw out the steadily building sensations as long as possible but her bridegroom clearly had different ideas.

"Lift your arms up. Now." he growled in her ear.

As soon she did so, William pulled her chemise over her head in a frantic rush. The moment he saw her completely naked before him, he groaned and dropped to his knees, almost as if he were worshipping at an altar.

Camilla felt his mouth and tongue against her belly, creating a trail of searing kisses. He licked her navel, then moved higher and drew a nipple into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. She moaned as he pressed her back against one of the tall bedposts. Pinned between the post and William, all she could do was shudder as her arms clung helplessly around his neck.

His hand slid from her backside to up her inner thigh, then brushed lightly between her legs. The shock of it almost made her knees give out. William seemed to realise this, because he pressed her harder against the bedpost. He then began to stroke her steadily.

Camilla writhed against his hand, both craving his touch and dismayed at how quickly his fingers could drive her to lose her senses. She tried to close her legs a little and William reacted by sucking her nipple against his teeth as if in warning.

She gave a hoarse little cry as she felt how wet she was, William’s sinful fingers sliding with ease. Her breath was coming quickly and she was terrified her shaking legs were going to give out completely and send her tumbling to the floor.

"Just give in." she felt and heard him say before he greedily latched onto her other nipple.

"I can’t." she gasped. "I won’t be able to stand-". A shrill cry cut off her words as sharp pleasure raked in through her belly and flared out in waves through her entire body. She clutched at William’s shoulders for balance as the tingling heat slowly ebbed away. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

William stood up and moved her slightly so that the bedpost was no longer at her back. He then gently pushed her back onto the bed before her legs went completely limp.

Camilla lay on her back, still shuddering for breath. She watched through half closed eyes as William just stared at her languid body ravenously before he slowly spread her legs before him. Pulling off his trousers, he positioned himself between her thighs.

"Wait." Camilla managed to croak. "Weren’t we supposed to first-"

"Later." William had a look of intense concentration on his face as he entered her in a single, possessive thrust. She gasped and he closed his eyes, whispering, "Bliss."

He began to pound into her steadily, his hands on either side of her shoulders to take the weight of his upper body. Camilla watched as he bit his lip, a look of undeniable pleasure on his face as his abdominal muscles tensed and he moved faster against her. She grabbed onto his forearms to brace herself against his thrusts and wrapped her legs at his waist.

He groaned, then groaned again with his eyes squeezed shut. He then cursed as she felt him pulse repeatedly inside her, making her shiver. William finally collapsed against her, shuddering.

She wrapped her arms around his taut back as she murmured. "I remembered that we hadn’t drunk any of the lucky wedding ale. But I guess you didn’t really need it for courage, did you?"

Camilla heard William rasp out a laugh and shake his head. "I swear I would’ve died if we’d waited even a moment longer." He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "Still, it would be a pity to waste it. Want me to pour you a cup now?"

"Alright then." she smiled back. As he lifted himself off her and crossed the room to where the ale sat in its ornate silver jug, Camilla took the opportunity to slide up the bed to have her back against the pillows, as well as pull one of the thin silk blankets modestly against her body.

William walked back to the bed while carrying two cups. Handing one to her, he settled on the bed next to her and quirked an eyebrow at the blanket she’d pulled over herself.

"Why the hell are you so self conscious?" he asked, then took a gulp of ale.

Camilla shrugged, blushing. "I’m just not used to being looked at the way you look at me."

"Well, that’s a relief to hear I suppose." Finishing his ale, William stretched out on his back along the bed, his eyes closed and a faint smile on contentment on his lips.

Camilla stared in fascination at the way his taut muscles flexed as he moved. "While you’re not even a little shy."

William looked up at her. "Should I be?"

"Not at all." Camilla answered honestly as her fingers started tracing his abdominal muscles. "You are pure perfection. You know it of course, don’t you?"

William shot her a grin, evidently pleased with her words. "Well, so long as my wife likes what she sees, since this," he gestured down his body, "all belongs exclusively to her now." His eyes closed again.

Camilla smiled back and sipped the delicious ale. Then she brushed her hand along the ribs of the delicious man next to her. Frowning, she saw a dark bruise on his side. "What caused this?"

"Sword practice."

"Given everyone knew you were getting married today, you’d think your companions would’ve taken a little more care not to bruise you."

William laughed. "I can assure you, with the same certainty of knowing the sun will rise again tomorrow, that we men don’t think that way. At all. In fact, my friends all tried to hit me with increased force. The referred to it as toughening me up for my wedding night."

"Truly? I swear, I’ll never understand men."

William pulled her down into his arms and took the cup from her hand before she spilt ale everywhere. "Well, you don’t have to. So long as you only try your best to understand the man you married."