William gently bit the top of Camilla's lip. His breath brushed against Camilla's face, which made her freeze even more. Every bit of the man was delicious. But Camilla didn't know how to kiss William back.
Her body was like a statue engraved in an old museum. Trapped in glass, left alone, frozen, and hardened. Camilla didn't breathe the whole time they were kissing. Even with her eyes closed, Camilla can't hide the image of the night she was r***d by Tristan.
Tristan's touch on every inch of Camilla's body seemed to not want to disappear. As if it still feels to this day. The shadow just made her feel bad. Every soft touch on William's lips feels like it reminds her of the cursed Tristan's lips.
Camilla can't escape the trauma of that night."Why is the image of that son of a b
