William was slowly approaching her, his eyes narrowed on her. Camilla started walking backwards. Something told her if she didn't maintain at least some distance between them, she was utterly lost.
A wicked little voice inside her head asked, how bad could it be though, to lose yourself in the arms of such a beautiful man?
Camilla's back hit the stone wall. In desperation, she raised her hands in front of her and whispered, "Don't do it. We both agreed this wouldn't happen again. We have to stop…"
"It's too late to stop. You must know that." Williams voice was rough with desire as he took her hands in his. She felt her arms being stretched over her head and pinned to the wall above her, gently but firmly. She tried to wrench out of his grasp but couldn't.
