The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 114
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this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
But now Igmeyer understands.
Seeing his beloved wife cry makes his mind go completely blank.
Amber gasping and sobbing as if she was about to pass out was a shock to him, as if the world was crumbling around him.
If only she would hit him and express her resentment if he had done something wrong, but she didn’t. Instead, she just shook her head and bit her lip. The thought of her precious lips getting damaged made him unable to even breathe.
Maybe he should kneel. Perhaps that would make her tears stop.
The anxiety and fear he had never felt even in the face of a massive monster now surged up with her crying.
‘Was our marriage truly this awful until now?’
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his expression darkened. Despair pierced his heart like a spear.
‘She must have hated me… But she’s so kind, she couldn’t even express it and just repressed it until it exploded like this?’
Lost in his dark thoughts, Igmeyer didn’t even realize he had just thought of her as his ‘beloved’ wife.
He couldn’t grasp the source of these gloomy, sticky emotions. He just tightened his grip around her delicate body.
‘I can’t let go.’
Igmeyer’s mouth tightened into a hard line.
‘Even if she says she wants to leave, I can’t let her go.’
If it was just longing for Shadroch, he could comfort her like this.
If it was the cold of the North she hated, and it was unbearable… fine.
He could break the prince’s arms and snap his neck right now, then toss him out on the street in front of the palace like dog food. The Emperor’s pride would be severely wounded, and he would have no choice but to start a war.
But would the swines of the capital be any match for the Northern army?
If Amber wished it, he could destroy the palace and install her in the highest position. He would find the most fitting imperial crown for Amber, place it on her beautiful blonde hair, and kiss her precious feet.
Yes. He would even start a conquest war if necessary…
He could not let go.
As soon as he imagined Amber leaving him because she couldn’t endure any longer, it felt as if his heart was burning. The intensity of that feeling soon burned up his throat, causing blood vessels to burst in his eyes.
Since falling in love with her, he had never once had such a distressing thought.
The world seemed bearable, not that dreadful.
Some days, it even appeared to shine.
All because of Amber….
‘Ah, did I just say I love you?’
His head felt hot.
Igmeyer continued to gaze down at Amber, who was still sobbing, and softly whispered,
“Do you hate me touching you?”
“…….”
“If you don’t like it, push me away. You can even bite my tongue. I’ll stop with just a small sign of refusal from you.”
With that, he captured her lips.
As he kneaded her soft chest with one hand and pushed his tongue in boldly, Amber shivered and flinched.
Yet she did not push him away. Instead, her response was so submissive, almost welcoming, that Igmeyer’s eyes went wild.
Had there ever been a time he wanted to touch her as much as he did today?
He always enjoyed sleeping with her, but this sense of urgency was new.
‘If you can’t leave me just because you enjoy this…’
He would be glad.
If she had cried just now because she wanted to escape, he hoped she would forget that thought.
Igmeyer wished for that as he took Amber’s breath away and hurriedly lowered her clothes.
He licked and sucked the exposed shoulders, quickly leaving marks. Her skin was so delicate.
She seemed like a fragile woman who might fly away if touched or disappear if held too tightly. His fairy-like wife.
…My Amber.
“Ugh…!”
The caresses were brief. Unable to breathe, his chest felt tight, and in his urgent state, he soon entered her.
Without fully removing her underwear, his thick member was already standing hard enough, so there was no issue with entering her.
Amber, while not entirely ready, was wet enough to accommodate some movement.
“I see you’ve been crying here too.”
Whispering lewdly, he lifted his hips forcefully, causing tears to well up in Amber’s eyes again. Igmeyer licked them away while rubbing her n–ples with both hands. As he twisted her hardened n–ples painfully, Amber let out a high-pitched scream.
He took Amber’s hardened n–ples into his mouth, and unlike before, he gently licked them with his tongue. The n–ples became even more engorged and swollen.
Amber moaned repeatedly as she felt his tongue teasing her b*****s.
Since earlier, his member had stretched her to its limit. It felt overwhelming, almost unbearable, but he didn’t move.
Her body, aware of pleasure, urged her on with fervor.
Eventually, Amber wrapped her arms around Igmeyer’s neck and began to move her hips slightly.
“Igmeyer, please?”
She was desperate. Her mouth felt parched.
She was deeply distressed. It was clear there was nothing on his back, and seeing it with her own eyes would be too heartbreaking, even pitiful.
So she cried more.
Her tears finally stopped only after he kissed her.
‘I love being connected like this…’
The slick, flowing essence inside her clung tightly to him. It swallowed him to the root, still demanding more as if it wasn’t enough.
Amber didn’t want to do this with anyone else but him.
