The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 134
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
Amber’s rounded b******s swayed before him.
His beloved wife had become increasingly seductive lately, and because of that, Igmeyer felt like he might just explode.
Amber was the one who first suggested they switch positions and lick and suck each other like this.
As a result, Igmeyer had quite the view, but the stimulation… the stimulation was just too intense.
‘I’m seriously about to curse from holding it in.’
Just then, Amber’s tongue glided up along the s***t. He tried his best not to thrust his hips while his eyes were drawn to the quivering red opening.
It was already wet, opening and closing each time he touched her cl–oris. She didn’t seem to realize, but it was driving him mad.
To make matters worse, she kept stroking his p-nis with those small, delicate hands, making warning bells ring loudly in his head.
If he didn’t keep his wits about him, he might just pounce on her and ravage her like a wild animal.
“Ah.”
“!”
But Amber seemed to have no intention of helping him out.
‘Dear God.’
Grit.
Igmeyer grit his teeth and squeezed her hips tightly, only to be startled by the sight of his handprints on her skin. Quickly, he moved his hands to the bed sheets.
Meanwhile, Amber, unaware of how seductively her hips were swaying, continued to suck him eagerly.
His tip disappeared into her warm, wet mouth, and despite her struggle, she pushed it deeper inside.
Igmeyer thought he might just die right there, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.
The only thing he could do was try not to release into her mouth.
He wanted to pin her down and f–k her crazy… No, no.
He had to hold back. If he wasn’t careful, her delicate skin could end up bruised.
Amber would surely take him, no matter how rough he got. And she would get hurt because of it.
‘I have to stay in control. Dear God, please.’
His vision blurred between white and red, flickering back and forth. Every time he regained his senses, her pretty lower lips quivered.
It was like being thrown into the fires of hell.
‘Is this torture? Am I being punished? What did I do wrong?’
Clutching the bed sheets tightly, Igmeyer swallowed a deep sigh. Gathering the last of his patience, he spoke in a low, strained voice.
“Honey, maybe it’s time we… changed positions.”
His voice came out in a rough rasp, unable to hold back.
But Amber only shook her head, continuing to teasingly flick her tongue over the tip.
When his plea failed to work, Igmeyer changed tactics.
Not too rough, but just enough to drive Amber wild with pleasure.
With that decision made, Igmeyer gently grabbed her round, firm hips and pulled them apart with his hands.
“Ah…!”
A moan escaped Amber’s throat. Seizing the moment, Igmeyer lifted his hips and pressed into her red inner folds, sucking on her juices over and over.
When he rubbed her cl–oris quickly with his thumb, Amber finally let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
The sound was sweet to his ears, and the taste filling his mouth was addictive. He dove deeper into her with his tongue.
“Stop… please….”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
Mumbling against her folds, Igmeyer watched as Amber shook her head, her hips twitching involuntarily.
Her body was honest, even if she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. After all, she was a noble princess.
And he was a vulgar man, one who wanted to hear her beg.
“Well, I guess I should stop then.”
“!”
“You’re not asking for more… so what else can I do?”
He muttered slowly, teasingly, as he lightly brushed her swollen cl–oris with his pinky finger.
When the intense pleasure that had been building up suddenly ceased, tears welled up in Amber’s pretty eyes.
“…More.”
“I can’t hear you. Say it louder, honey.”
“More… Hngh! More, please….”
Even just asking for more had her ears turning red, which Igmeyer found so lovely that he cursed silently to himself.
Still, he didn’t forget to keep teasing her.
He slid his fingers in and out, keeping them near her entrance to maintain her heat, driving her further into desperation.
“Ah, ahh… oh, ohhh…!”
“If you want something, you need to order it properly, honey.”
Igmeyer noticed that Amber was struggling to say anything explicit, so he decided to change his approach.
Commands—those she was used to.
The moment he shifted tactics, the hole reacted strongly, and soon Amber’s lips parted.
“Stop teasing… just f–k me.”
“As you command.”
She looked incredibly sexy when she gave orders.
In an instant, Igmeyer adjusted their position, looking down at Amber as he thrust inside.
“Hngh…!”
“Is it too much for you?”
He spoke politely on purpose, finding it added to the e****c tension.
He used to dismiss the idea of knights addressing ladies with formalities as an outdated tradition, but that was when he was young and didn’t understand.
A noble lady deserved respect, especially in moments like these.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“Mmm, it’s… good.”
“I’d like to hear just how good it is.”
