The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 115
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
It’s good because it’s Igmeyer. The way he touches and sucks her is exciting… is it because she likes him?
‘Is that why I’m so upset? Because it feels like I’m the only one who loves him…?’
The sticky, rhythmic sounds filled the room as he began thrusting madly, his movements relentless. Amber arched her back, unable to escape with her body pinned.
It felt like her womb was instinctively pulling downwards. It seemed as if she wanted to engulf him even more.
“Ah, oh! Ah, ah!”
Her white b******s crushed against his muscular thighs. With every fiber of her being standing on end, Amber cried out in pleasure.
For today, she didn’t care who heard. She didn’t want to hold back her moans.
At some point, Igmeyer, who was standing and lifting her as he thrust, had visible tendons in his jaw. Amber, kissing him on that spot, cried out as she took him in.
Every time his angry member penetrated her, her walls quivered. He attacked only the climax point, like a stormy sea crashing down.
The sensation was overwhelming yet pleasurable, and Amber writhed in excitement.
She had thought s-x was solely for having children.
But it wasn’t just that… it could also be a way to share feelings, not just for procreation.
‘I need Igmeyer. I want him to give me more, more.’
The mixture of s–en and love liquid created a foamy mess. The sound of their bodies sticking together was so e****c it nearly dulled her senses.
Hanging helplessly while being thrust into, Amber reached an early climax.
As she exhaled, Igmeyer continued to kiss her repeatedly.
Their tongues intertwined like serpents. He soon made his tongue tickle her palate, making Amber tighten around him once more.
“How can you be so lustful? There’s not a single part of you that doesn’t feel it.”
“Don’t say that… ah!”
It was embarrassing, but it wasn’t completely repulsive.
Because he’s her husband. And she knew that Igmeyer wasn’t saying these things to make her truly ashamed.
So, this is something that is only allowed in bed, much like poetry in writing.
Amber learned all this from Igmeyer.
‘But does that mean I can tease him too?’
After her first climax, Amber had reached several more. During that time, Igmeyer also had one release but never withdrew, quickly becoming hard again.
“Ah, oh… yes!”
“Amber. Amber…”
Igmeyer bit her b*****s with his teeth, turning her once white skin into a mottled canvas in an instant.
What could she say to tease him?
With a foggy mind, Amber decided to give up thinking and chose to communicate through her body.
She arched her back further, savoring him, and simultaneously bit Igmeyer’s ear.
“…Ugh, Amber. What…?”
“Your ears are sensitive. You’re so… lustful, what should I do?”
The cute provocation made Igmeyer’s eyes roll back.
He could no longer endure and had no intention of doing so. He needed comfort too.
Tonight was different from any other time. They yearned for each other, giving and receiving everything they had.
Tonight, what they did wasn’t just for having a baby or solely for pleasure.
It was about reaching each other’s hearts, wanting to embrace and comfort each other as husband and wife, sharing kisses and bodies.
Ah, so s-x can be like this.
Amber, reaching what seemed like the umpteenth climax, breathed heavily while cradled in his arms.
Her mind was drifting. She was exhausted to the point of feeling like she could die… but still, Amber didn’t want to be apart from Igmeyer.
She wished to fall asleep in his embrace forever.
“Sleep well, my love.”
He might have said that in his sleep, but she couldn’t be sure. Perhaps she heard the words she longed for as a hallucination.
Darkness quickly enveloped her, and Amber fell asleep, weeping softly.
* * *
“……!”
Amber’s eyes fluttered open at dawn.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Amber suddenly flinched at the sensation of someone nearby.
Igmeyer’s firm arm muscles and his handsome face, reminiscent of a young noble, filled her view. The distant rising sun had chased away the shadows in the bedroom.
As Amber rustled and sat up, she rubbed her eyes, still blurry from sleep.
Seeing her body freshly cleaned, it seemed that Igmeyer had taken care of everything while she was asleep.
‘Seeing this, it feels like he really does care for me. It’s not just out of respect for being his wife. It feels more like he’s putting in extra effort.’
Last night, Amber realized how deeply Igmeyer had rooted himself in her heart.
She had to admit, even if belatedly, that her feelings had grown too strong to be masked by mere friendship.
‘If it were just friendship or duty… then I wouldn’t need to have expectations. Because having expectations would only lead to disappointment. That’s why I held back.’
She didn’t want to burden Igmeyer. She didn’t want to cling to him, hoping for love.
