Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 94: Not Easy

"Am I hurting you?" The prince’s voice was husky.

"N-no..."

"Are you sure?" His fingers were working her flesh in a steady rhythm that was making her writhe beneath him.

"I’m sure." Camilla managed to gasp out, unable to stop her back from arching as if her body were begging for more. More touch, more friction, more torture.

"Very sure?" There was a teasing note in William’s voice.

Behind her closed eyes, Camilla was aware he was watching her but she was far too embarrassed to meet his gaze. She needed to end this madness before it consumed her. "I can’t think!" she heard herself wail. Her hands were clutching the bed coverings beneath her, clawing desperately at the surface.

"Mmmm. Good." William’s low voice sounded pleased behind her tightly shut eyes. His fingers continued to move, gliding easily in and out of her, faster and faster.

Oh lord, what was he doing to her? Camilla could her her breath coming out in ragged panting. She was shaking and felt unbelievably wet between her legs. Was that supposed to happen? She couldn’t think of anything but the fierce, frightening pleasure building up inside her. She threw her head back again.

"Wait! I don’t know...oh...oh!" Her confused, shaky voice was interrupted by a sharp gasp as William’s fingers caused a sudden burst of burning pleasure to shoot through her. It was excruciating. A groan rasped from her throat as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her. She shuddered uncontrollably and clenched around his fingers.

The pleasure slowly receded, as did William’s touch. Falling back against the bed limply, Camilla opened her eyes and gazed helplessly at the prince hovering over her. She noticed the utter triumph on his face.

"What...?" she couldn’t find the strength to even pose a proper question.

William grinned. "I told you there was pleasure in it." He slowly removed his fingers from her body and she blushed when she saw his fingers were coated in her wetness.

She wondered if she should apologise for making such a mess when Willian calmly brought his hand to his mouth and sucked both fingers clean. Her eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?" she managed to squeak out.

William hummed with evident pleasure. "Damn. You taste so fucking sweet."

Camilla pushed a lock of messy hair back from her face. "But there is more to all of this, isn’t there?" Her voice was hoarse and her body was still shaking and tingling.

"Yes, there is. And I can’t wait a minute longer for it." William quickly shed his formal jacket and pulled his shirt off, throwing both items to the floor. She gazed at his bare chest and abdomen, struck by the beauty of his lean, muscular frame. She didn’t have much time to admire it though, because he then pulled her up by her arms into a sitting position and commanded her.

"Raise your arms."

Camilla slowly did as he asked, raising her arms without understanding why. She felt dizzy, like she couldn’t refuse anything he asked if her.

She only realised his intentions when he swiftly pulled off her torn chemise and let it drop on the floor. He then pushed her gently onto her back again.

Camilla felt every drop of blood in her body rush to her face at the embarrassment of being laid completely bare before him. She quickly brought her hands up to try and shield herself at least a little but was stopped by William, who grabbed her hands in his own and laced his fingers through hers.

"Don’t." His voice was hoarse as well as his eyes raked up and down her body, his pupils dilating. He let go of one of her hands to brush his fingers across her collarbones, then down between her breasts and down to her navel. She bit back a whimper.

"You are a fucking goddess. It seems almost a sin for me to touch something so absolutely perfect." William spoke in a rough whisper as his fingers trailed back up to her neck. "But I can’t help myself."

He started unbuckling his belt and Camilla could see the tension in his body, on the lines of his taut muscles. He lowered himself on her, sighing when their bare chests touched.

Camilla wrapped her arms hesitantly around his neck as she felt him spread her legs apart with his own. She whimpered as she felt his hardness press against the soft wetness between her legs. A little pang of fear hit her.

William’s face was flushed and tense as he leaned down to briefly kiss her parted lips. "I’ll be as careful as I can." He murmured against her. "Now, brace yourself, darling." He pushed his hips forward slowly but firmly.

Camilla gasped at the odd, stabbing pain as she felt him push inside her steadily. He stopped for a moment before pushing again. The sensation of fullness was so unexpected that Camilla tried to wriggle out from under him.

"Shhhhh. Just wait." William whispered between kisses. "Give yourself time to get used to it." He had stopped pushing into her and was barraging her lips with warm kisses.

Camilla slowly felt herself relax as she sank into the dizzying sweetness of his kiss. The sharp pain was ebbing away.

William pulled back, only to slowly slide into her again, pushing deeper into her. Camilla’s eyes widened in shock as the stabbing pain returned but less intense. His gaze was locked on her, his eyes nearly black and his brow furrowed. One of his hands tangled in her hair to tilt her head back.

Camilla sighed as she felt his lips on her throat. When he eventually eased back and pushed into her the third time, there was hardly any pain. She felt her eyes widen again at the sensation of fullness.

He was watching her as he slid into her again and again, a little harder. There was something undeniably pleasurable about feeling him inside her. She shivered and instinctively squeezed around him.

William gasped and shuddered. "What the fuck are you doing, woman? Are you trying to kill me?" His voice was a low growl.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was wrong-"

"N-no! It wasn’t wrong." William shuddered again and laughed softly. He pressed her forehead against hers briefly, then kissed her lips hard. "You just surprised me, that’s all."

"Oh." Camilla was intrigued by the look of undeniable pleasure that crossed the prince’s face. She clung to his shoulders and writhed as he started to move faster against her.

"Richard never did this, did he?" One of William’s hands squeezed her thigh, pulling her hard against him as he continued to push into her in a steady rhythm, over and over.

"No." Camilla managed to gasp out between quickened breaths. She ran one of her hands down his back and dug her nails in. The tingling heat between her legs was starting to slowly build up again with every movement of William’s hard body against her.

"Good." He gritted out between clenched teeth. "It wouldn’t...have changed how I feel about you. But goddamn...am I glad to be your first." He had started to pant as well.

She arched under him, gasping and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back.

William groaned, then bit her earlobe and muttered, "Easy. It’s too good." His fingers were digging into her thighs as he used them to pull her to him with each thrust.

Camilla shook her head, not understanding his words. How could he say this was easy? How could he not want more? Didn’t he crave it? She tightened her legs around him and bit the back of her hand to quieten her moans.

William tried to slow down, feeling lightheaded. The feel of her warm, yielding body squirming beneath him was driving him mad. Through narrowed eyes, he saw her pressing her hand against her mouth. He quickly pulled her hand away and stretched her arm above her head. Her moan nearly tipped him over the edge.

"Camilla...open your eyes...look at me, dammit!"

Her eyes slowly opened, hazy with desire.

"You’re mine now, you hear? No other man...will ever enjoy you like this. Understand?" His head was swimming but he was determined to get the words out. "Promise yourself to me."

Camilla nodded, her eyes closing again and her nails raking down his back.

"Say it! I want...to hear the words."

"I promise..." She gasped at the brutal pace of his thrusts that were shaking her, not really understanding what she was saying, only that she’d say anything he wanted if it meant the pleasure wouldn’t stop. "I promise I am yours."

He buried his face in her neck and clenched his jaw, feeling himself lose control.

"Oh lord...William...ah!" A second bolt of torturous pleasure then hit her, this one peaking much faster and harder than the first. The intensity of it actually tore a scream from her throat. Camilla felt her back arch and she instinctively tightened around William, her nails digging into his back. As the pleasure sweetly and gradually ebbed away, she closed her eyes and went limp.