Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 227: Appetite

11 November, 1361. Westerhaven Palace, Islia.

It was a very strange thing to suddenly become obsessed with your own husband, Camilla thought to herself that evening, as she sat by the bedchamber’s crackling fire, trying to read and waiting for William to return from a council meeting.

She’d been in love with the man for what felt like a long time. She’d thought him exceptionally, unfairly handsome for an even longer time, even when she hadn’t liked him as a person.

Never had she felt quite so ravenous for him, however.

The strange surging feeling had been building inside her for a few days now and it was puzzling her. It hadn’t helped that William had been pulled into meetings with court advisors after every dinner for the last several days, only arriving back to their room well after Camilla had fallen asleep. Try as she might, she couldn’t fight the exhaustion that pulled her under as soon as her head touched her pillow.

After an eternity, she heard his footfalls in the presence chamber and the low tone of his voice as he murmured instructions to the maids.

Camilla turned and looked at William as he entered their bedchamber and closed the door behind him. "Sorry I’m so late, wife. There was an issue with the delivery of winter fodder to the stables that was handed to me to resolve-"

Camilla couldn’t hold off any longer, hoping William would be able to forgive her afterwards. Leaping out of the armchair, she shoved William up against the door and pressed her hungry lips to his.

At first, he threw his hands to the side, as if too shocked to even dare touch her. A few moments later though, he’d wrapped his arms around her and was kissing her back with equal fervour.

"Uh...is there...something I should...know...?" William tried to ask between frantic kisses.

"Shhh." Camilla pulled up his tunic and he jerked it over his head and onto the floor. She then started attacking the buttons on his shirt.

Soon the two of them were naked, clothing scattered everywhere. Camilla pushed William back onto the bed and began to kiss his throat, then his chest. She heard him muttering something that sounded like a disbelieving curse as he dug his fingers into her back, clawing at her and panting.

After a few moments, William tossed her onto her back, kissing and biting her lips. She whimpered as his hand traced a path down her belly. Camilla parted her legs for him and whimpered louder when his fingers began to strum her, making her jolt. She was stunned at how wet she already was.

They both groaned when William slid two fingers inside her and her body clenched. She clutched his bicep with one hand and wrapped her other hand around his cock, which was hard and hot. She squeezed him slightly and he cursed again.

"I can’t wait any longer." William bit out, using his legs to spread hers wider.

Camilla nodded frantically, then sighed when he plunged into her with a single urgent movement. Her head lolled back as he began to thrust, little hot sparks of pleasure tickling wherever his skin met hers.

William kissed her deeply again, then pulled one of her legs until her ankle was hooked over his shoulder. His movements were hard and steady, making her writhe as the pressure between her legs continued building at a rapid pace. It wouldn’t be long, wouldn’t be long-

Camilla threw her head back on the pillow as the pleasure seared through her like wildfire, clinging helplessly to William’s arms as she tried to hold on. She felt him graze her exposed throat with his teeth and tongue.

Camilla felt herself grow limp under him and closed her eyes, thinking the madness was almost over. The next moment however, William had flipped her so she was face down and was nudging between her thighs again. Before she could take even a shaky breath, he pushed inside her with no hesitation, right to the hilt.

Camilla gave a shocked wheeze as he began to pound over her, digging his fingers into her hips.

She realised, overwhelmed, that William wasn’t slowing down. If anything, the man was acting as if just getting started. She tried to brace on her elbows as her body rocked violently. William took the opportunity to wrap a hand around her forearm and use his grip to brace against her, pushing inside even harder.

"Oh my lord!" she managed to gasp out between whimpers. "You’d better stop now. Oh...oh, please stop!"

He seemed to ignore her, continuing to thrust into her repeatedly.

"William...!" Her voice was tight with shock and increasing panic.

"Hell no, I’m not stopping now!" He leaned over her to growl in her ear before nipping the back of her neck and shoulder. "You started this, so you’ll have to see it through."

"I can’t...can’t...!" Camilla’s desperate pleas were choked off as William slid his hand under her, across her belly, to lift her hips and adjust the angle of their joining slightly. The change allowed let him press into her even deeper. She hasn’t believed that was possible. He groaned and she started to shudder. Another bolt of torturous pleasure gradually built up and then struck her, long and hard. A ragged moan tore from Camilla’s lips as she felt her back arching and her body clenching tightly around him, as if to greedily drink him in. William grunted in obvious satisfaction.

He wasn’t letting her body grow slack under him, wouldn’t let her catch her breath for even a moment. Camilla started to sob as the maddening tingle between her legs wouldn’t end. It simply ebbed and flowed. "Please stop." She clawed at the bedsheets beneath her as tears began to spill from her eyes.

Clever, observant bastard that he was, William realised that the slight change in angle to his thrusts had rendered her completely helpless with pleasure in his arms. So of course, he kept repeating the action relentlessly.

Camilla could feel the trembling wracking her body again. She groaned, unable to speak now, simply feeling herself being shaken back and forth like William wanted her to.

When his hand slid from her belly to between her legs and began to stroke, Camilla lost all control. His fingers were gliding through the wetness, toying and teasing until she thought she’d run mad. A few seconds later, another surge of bliss overwhelmed her, seeming to go on and on. Her body was shaking with spasms that wouldn’t stop. The sensation would ease back slightly for a moment before rising and pulling her under again, like being tumbled over and over by a vengeful ocean.

Camilla couldn’t even scream anymore. She screwed shut her teary eyes and sobbed silently as her body clenched fiercely around William, then eased off briefly, before starting all over again. She had no control over her own limbs. She was literally drowning in ecstasy and was sure it was going to kill her.

William’s movements became erratic as he finally gave a savage roar of pleasure, sounding more beast than man. Shortly afterwards, she felt him fall limp over her, his skin hot and his breathing laboured against her cheek.

Cheek pressed to the bedding, Camilla blinked her streaming eyes as the scorching tingling between her legs finally eased and faded. She was still alive, it would seem. She wasn’t sure how.

William pushed off her and collapsed onto the mattress. With effort, Camilla managed to turn herself over, feeling like she might faint. A moment later, the two of them were on their backs, side by side and desperately gasping for air.

"Is all this a result of you being with child?" William managed to choke out between his rapid breaths. Camilla could feel his frame still shaking.

"I don’t really know. Maybe?" Camilla murmured, still feeling a somewhat in shock about the wildness that had taken over her.

"Fuck. If that’s the case, then I promise to put a baby in your belly every single year, if you can just attack me like this on a regular basis." He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his damp brow. "That was indescribable. I think I nearly passed out."

"Attack?" Camilla laughed out loud at William’s brutal honesty, her voice a raspy little squeak. He wasn’t wrong, though, she reasoned.

"I’ll get one of the pages to bring us some food, and to send a message to the king and queen that we won’t be joining them in the great hall tonight." he sighed. "When I can get my legs to start working properly again, that is. I’m beyond fucking spent."

Camilla nodded but she wasn’t really fussed over dinner. William could eat it all if he wanted. She yawned and stretched in the bed, feeling drowsiness cover her like a warm blanket. Maybe now that her true hunger had been sated, she might even be able to catch up on a little sleep.