Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 93: A Line to Cross

"But doing this...it’s a sin, isn’t it?" Camilla was slowly losing the battle to not drown herself in his touch.

William’s hand slowly glided up her thigh and came to rest on her hip. "It isn’t a sin if both sides want it. I have never forced a woman. If you lie with me, it’s because you have made the choice willingly. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Camilla nodded haltingly. Perhaps because he’d bedded plenty of other women before, it felt like a normal occurrence to him. But to her, this all felt like she was crossing a line she could never erase.

William briefly kissed her lips. "Stop overthinking it. Just close your eyes and relax."

"It’s not as easy as you make it sound." she murmured against his mouth.

He laughed as he kissed her again. "I’ll do what I can to help." His hand squeezed her hip and then slid the torn chemise off her left shoulder. His mouth trailed across her jaw and down her neck, briefly stopping to kiss under her ear. He’d previously noticed it was a sensitive spot for her, and his lips there made her squirm. She felt him laugh again.

Down his hot mouth drifted, until she could feel the stubble on his chin scratching roughly, but not unpleasantly, against the valley between her breasts. He planted more kisses, then she felt the brush of his tongue. She sighed, only to jolt in surprise when she felt the sharp graze of his teeth.

She was rapidly learning about the fine line between pain and pleasure. William seemed fond of blurring it and every time he did, she’d end up a tingling mess.

With a sudden movement, Camilla felt him pull back the torn chemise until her entire left breast was bared to him. Her first instinct was to claw at the fabric and try to cover herself again. William again seemed to know her thoughts before she did though, because he grabbed her wrist and extended her arm gently but insistently above her head, against the pillow.

His mouth the started to tease her while it moved in slow concentric circles on her flesh, drifting ever closer to her aching, waiting nipple. When he finally grazed it with his lips, a rush of foreign heat surged between her legs. She unwittingly groaned his name, feeling her face flush with shame.

Camilla found it odd that he didn’t seem bothered by her immodest response. In fact, he raised his head for a moment and gave her a heated look, his eyes fully dilated. He lowered his head again and she both heard and felt his gruff reply.

"You can say my name like that as many times as you want. It is so fucking hot."

Camilla’s face turned even redder and she heard herself mewl like a kitten when she finally felt William’s mouth envelop her nipple, eagerly curling his tongue around it. Her free hand clutched his hair and her back arched, trying to push her flesh more firmly into his mouth. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but couldn’t because their legs were entangled. All she could do was press her hips against his to seek some kind of relief. She heard him groan.

She wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but she was feeling increasingly frantic. She pressed her hips against him again, hoping he wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t enough. William stiffened and muttered what sounded like a curse, then resumed suckling on her with abandon. Camilla pulled at his hair.

She felt him tear his mouth away from her nipple and a second later, he was kissing her lips hard. There was something wild about this kiss, she thought vaguely as she savoured his taste. William’s tongue frantically twisted with hers as she tightened her hold around his neck. His hand stopped pinning her wrist above her head and started kneading her left thigh.

As soon as Camilla felt him grab a handful of her chemise and start pulling it up her leg, she panicked. Conflicting thoughts dueled in her cloudy, confused mind.

Part of her anxiously recalled Richard’s rough, painful actions when he’d touched her between her legs. She instinctively knew that it would be a very different experience with William, though. She trusted him not to hurt her.

The other side of her thinking was what truly frightened her. Not only did she not especially fear William’s touch in the most intimate part of her body, she was practically pleading for it. It wasn’t right. She was a maiden. How could she suddenly be acting so wickedly?

She tried to wriggle out of his grasp and pulled her mouth away from his. "Don’t. I can’t do that." she managed to whisper.

"Shhh. Don’t be scared. I won’t be rough with you." He kissed her lips between words.

How to explain to him that she feared his touch for completely different reasons to what he was thinking?

"N-no." she managed to stammer, her voice tight. "I can’t. If I do this, then I’m no better than what Richard said I was."

She was sprawled on a bed, half dressed and eager for the touches of a man who wasn’t her husband. Wasn’t that the very definition of a loose, immoral woman?

William pulled back slightly to look her straight in the eye, his own brow furrowed. "You’re no whore, Camilla. Everyone knows you’re chaste. Richard only called you those horrible names to try and justify his own actions. He knew what he was doing was wrong and he did it anyway. That’s all on him."

"But..." Did she really want to win this argument?

"You didn’t do anything wrong then and you aren’t doing anything wrong now." His voice was firm. "Do you want me?"

Please please please don’t make me answer such an immoral question, Camilla wailed in her mind.

William’s hand buried itself in her hair, refusing to let her turn her head and look away from his probing stare. "Do you?

Camilla squeezed her eyes shut and nodded slightly, unable to say the words. She heard him hum with what sounded like satisfaction.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking down at her with a little smile on his face. It was the smile of a man confident of finally getting what he’s been waiting for. She was convinced every last drop of blood in her body was now in her face.

His hand moved back to her leg, steadily pushing the chemise fabric upwards. His fingertips then started to slowly caress her inner thigh, drifting upwards and down again. Camilla shivered.

"Just relax." she heard him murmur, his voice a seductive purr. "There’s pleasure in it." She then jolted when the back of his hand briefly but deliberately brushed between her legs. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, listening to William’s rapid breath. His hand brushed her again and again.

William’s fingers probed a little more until they lightly pressed against the button between her legs and sent a small bolt of lightning crackling through her.

Camilla felt her head tilt backwards against the pillow. "Oh my lord." she heard herself whispering.

His practiced, sinful fingers began stroking her over and over. How was she supposed to relax when she felt like she was burning up? Wetness seemed to be gushing from between her legs, which made no sense to her at all. The more he touched her, the worse the wetness seemed to be.

When he lightly plucked her little button between his thumb and forefinger, something in Camilla’s mind snapped. All she could focus was on the delicate, repeated plucking of his fingers while she gasped. Would his torment ever stop?

She felt William’s fingers then drift a little bit lower, sliding through the wetness. His fingertip slowly, languidly circled her entrance but didn’t push in.

Did he want to? Did she want him to? Camilla could hear him panting as quickly as her as he made his torturous little circles.

She finally felt one of his fingers slowly slide into her. Unlike the pain she’d felt under Richard’s hands, William’s finger slid in with eager ease. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the intense sensation, biting her lip again to keep quiet.

As his finger slid out and then gently eased in again, it seemed William was determined to break her silence. The movement of his hand was slow and repetitive, kindling a small fire in her belly that grew hotter with every stroke. His thumb continued to brush steadily against her little bundle of nerves, making her shudder.

It was only when she felt him slide a second finger into her and curl his fingers slightly that her self control truly faltered and she moaned, much to her embarrassment. She tried to squirm away from his touch but found herself held firmly in place.