Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 138: Tangled Sheets

With his hands, he gently encouraged Camilla to take him inside her. She was blushing again and ducked her head down, her hair falling forward to partially hide her face. He vowed to make her blush that way every day.

However, when she positioned herself and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, she gasped and shuddered. The rosy flush spread down her neck and chest.

She looked down at him, her expression one of bashfulness mixed with arousal. It was driving him to near madness. "What would you like me to do?"

William stroked her thighs, trying to hold on to the last thread of his restraint. "You can do whatever you like." He was willing to let her do as she pleased, so long as he could drink in the incredible view of her.

He watched through hazy eyes as Camilla slowly lifted her hips then slid back down to envelop him to the hilt. He sighed at the hot, wet tightness. She repeated the action again, bracing her hands on his chest.

"You’re a rather fast learner." His voice was rough at her slow, steady pace, each movement of hers pushing him ever so slightly closer to the edge. She slid down onto him again slightly harder and he watched her throw her head back with a gasp. William felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. He caressed her thighs and tampered down the urge to move, determined to let her lead.

A little while later, he was bitterly rethinking that decision. Camilla’s smooth movements were keeping him at a feverish boil but no further. His face felt hot, his breath was tearing from his throat, his back was arching involuntarily. "Come on." he growled at her hoarsely.

She didn’t speed up and simply kept languidly rocking against him, achingly slippery and hot. He groaned her name in despair.

Camilla peered down at him, cheeks flushed, eyes sleepy and the faintest smile on her lips. "You said," she slowly slid up and down on his cock again, "that I could do whatever I wanted."

"I said no such thing." William barely recognised his own voice as it came out in short, harsh gasps. His hands started to claw for purchase, clenching first her thighs and then the bedsheets beneath him. Another desperate groan rasped out from his throat.

He tilted his head back against the pillows, frantic from the slow torture and unsure whether to cry, scream or curse.

"You’re killing me." William ran both hands through his hair, which was damp with sweat. His skin felt like it was on fire, hot and prickly. He tried to tempt her by reaching for her breasts, stroking the swollen peaks as a reward for each rock of her hips. But though Camilla whimpered and arched against his touch, she moved no faster.

Seeing her arch with such abandon, something in William snapped. Whether it was the last of his restraint or merely his sanity, he couldn’t take it anymore. "Enough!" he snarled. Using his arms, he pushed himself up until he was in a sitting position, face to face with his tormentor. Her eyes went wide with surprise as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You’ve had it your way for long enough, it’s now my turn to have it my way." he whispered savagely. He pulled her down hard onto his lap, making her cry out sharply. William repeated the movement over and over, plunging into her quickly and ferociously. "Yes." he gasped.

Camilla started to rock her hips with his thrusts, her head thrown back. Her little cries were becoming more and more frantic, and picked up in intensity again when William buried his face in her breasts, hungrily lapping at her nipples with each thrust. He simply couldn’t get enough of her - her cries of bliss, the way she clung to his arms and shoulders to brace herself, how her breasts bounced so temptingly with their shared movements.

He pulled her down hard against him again and again, his fingers splayed across her back, worried he wasn’t going to last. He was so terrifyingly close yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

All of a sudden, Camilla arched back against his hands and screamed in what sounded like delight. He felt her clench tightly and squeeze repeatedly around him. That was all it took. William roared as he hit his peak, the pleasure so sinfully violent it was almost pain. As the sensations gradually faded away, William felt dangerously close to passing out. He let himself fall back against the bed in exhaustion, leaving Camilla still straddling him with her hands on his chest. They both just looked at each other for several moments, panting and flushed, eyes wide with mutual shock and wonder.

"Don’t ever do that to me again, you little vixen. That very nearly did kill me." William managed to heave out, rubbing his sweat slicked brow with the back of his hand.

Camilla blushed even darker as her hair fell around her face, her inherent shyness returning now that the wild passion had been calmed. "I don’t think you’ll actually die, William. If it hasn’t killed you countless times before, it won’t now."

"No. It’s never been quite like that before. That was so fucking excruciating." William muttered as he blinked his drowsy eyes. He pulled Camilla down next to him. She lay on her side, facing him and with her arms folded modestly across her chest.

"What do you want me to do now?" she asked softly.

He was still trying to process what had just taken place between them. He just taken her with more blinding passion than he’d ever felt for any other woman, yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted every inch of her pressed up against him. He never wanted her to leave, never wanted her to look or think or speak to anyone but him. Possessiveness churned through him. She was too inexperienced to know this intensity wasn’t typical.

He knew it definitely wasn’t. And he didn’t know how to fight it.

William finally opened his eyes and looked at her, the most stunning creature alive, laying quietly next to him. His voice was low and a touch scared when he spoke. "Stay with me. Be at my side always. No one else needs you like I do."

- - -

Camilla sat in the window seat, knees tucked against her chest and staring at the dark sky. She felt achy but content. Hearing a slight rustling from the bed, she glanced over to see William sprawled on his back and still fast asleep, the sheets tangled around his waist and legs. With his hair in his face and his beautiful mouth pouting, he looked like a young boy.

She discovered he also slept like a child, much to her amusement. Throughout the night, he’d kept pulling her to his side as if he were afraid she’d suddenly disappear. As if he couldn’t sleep without their limbs tangled together.

Looking back out the window, Camilla wondered idly what other quirks she’d discover about her new husband as the weeks and months went by.

"What are you doing over there?" William"s voice was hoarse.

Camilla looked over at him, now sitting up bare chested in the bed and looking like a young god. "I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to disturb you." She was sure that her itching desire to trace all his muscles and lines with her hands while he slept, would’ve definitely disturbed his rest.

"Please tell me it’s raining outside so I can make excuses to not go hunting with your uncle this morning."

"I’m afraid there’s no sign of rain." Camilla suddenly remembered something and frowned. "Wait. You told me that it always rained during a Devon royal wedding. You even wagered me five ducats, but it didn’t rain for ours."

William scratched his hair in puzzlement. Camilla was tempted to climb into his lap and smooth the golden locks with her fingers but stopped herself, not wanting to overwhelm a man still half asleep with her strange cravings.

"You’re right, it didn’t rain yesterday. I guess I owe you five ducats, don’t I?"

Camilla rolled her eyes. "That hardly benefits me now that we’re married. Everything I own now legally belongs to you!"

William lazily stretched and grinned. "It does, doesn’t it? What a happy outcome, for me at least. But if you come back to bed now, I’ll give you something you’ll like even better than the coins."

"That’s a bold call, husband. Five golden ducats is a significant amount of money."

"What! What the fuck did you just say to me?" William almost yelled and stared at her, torn between outrage and shocked laughter.

Camilla bit her lip to stop her smile and faced him serenely.

"I can’t believe you said such a thing. The disrespect!" William waved her over. "Take off your nightgown and come to bed immediately, so that I can teach you about proper wifely submission."

Camilla hopped down from the window seat and walked towards the bed, feeling William’s stare scorching her. She tugged her nightgown off hesitantly, wondering if she’d ever completely lose her self consciousness.

The moment she was bare, she felt William’s arms pull her into the bed. As his warm, hard body slid over hers and he kissed under her ear, Camilla wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes in bliss. She would do anything, literally anything, for the glorious young man.

All she could hope is that he continued to feel the same way about her.