The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 34
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
Just as he didn’t instruct her to cut the number of chickens, she, too, should not encroach upon his domain.
‘Our relationship might turn sour if I’m too insistent.’
How should she bring it up in a way he would accept, especially when it came to iron ingots? It wasn’t just any iron; it had to be iron from the mines in the eastern part of the empire, in the Litton mines.
‘If it had been a sword made of Litton iron, it probably wouldn’t have broken at the last moment. Then Raphael would probably still be alive.’
‘…Master, please don’t be too heartbroken.’
‘I regret it. It’s not like we didn’t have the funds, and we even had iron. I had stored it for the final war, but if I had known a little earlier that such a thing would happen, I would have used it.’
In the past, Amber had overheard conversations like this. She didn’t know what Raphael had faced that led to his death, but she knew what needed to be done to save him.
“Your expression looks very serious.”
At that moment, Igmeyer reached out and gently cupped her cheek. She quickly noticed his subtle, slightly playful movement.
“Do you have other concerns?”
“No.”
“Then is it too cold for you?”
The corners of his mouth went up, but his eyes sank. Meeting his intense gaze was like facing a predator just before the hunt, leaving her mouth dry.
He had a talent for making her stomach twist with just a look.
“I know a way to warm you up.”
“The water is already warm enough.”
“When you get out of the water, your body temperature drops.”
“Hmm, that’s just an excuse… Fine.”
Any modesty Amber had disappeared as soon as the man’s hands entered the bathtub.
“I get it.”
Igmeyer slightly raised the corners of his mouth as he gently caressed Amber’s flat stomach. Then, with a more slippery touch, he began to explore the golden hills and the hidden nub below.
‘This is too lewd.’
Amber followed the man’s touch with her eyes but quickly closed them. Even though they were a married couple, it felt too indecent. Moreover, the fact that it wasn’t the bedroom added another layer of impropriety.
The bathroom in the middle of the night was illuminated by a soft light, revealing every detail. Every touch, every movement, was visible – where he was touching, how it was getting slippery. Everything was clear.
“Am I good in bed?”
“Hmm…!”
“Yeah? Answer.”
The easily inflated nub crumpled under his thumb, causing a tingling sensation. Amber quickly nodded as her lower belly tickled, and her legs twisted.
“If I did a good job. I should get praised for that.”
“Praise… How?”
A hot tongue sucked in her earlobe. The sensation of it sliding over her ear canal made her shudder, and the water in the bathtub rippled.
Igmeyer didn’t miss the moment. It would be a sin not to take advantage of his excited wife.
“Amber.”
“I knew the name…”
“I’ve been thinking, maybe it’s better if we call each other by our names. What do you think?”
Igmeyer whispered warmly as he lifted her lower back with both hands.
The man’s blunt organ, e***t above the woman’s thighs, lightly teased her smooth skin.
Amber’s moans, escaping in succession, became increasingly intense.
Each time he brushed his fingers up her back, her mind drifted into oblivion.
When his rough lips slid from her earlobe down to her neck, her whole body shivered.
Twisting her head and without hesitation, he sucked on her wet n****e as if enjoying a delicious candy, making her moan, “Ah!”
Over the still-red swollen marks, a darker hue was added again.
These peculiar traces would linger for a while.
Finally, with her waist twisted, Amber swept aside the man’s hair and brushed her lips against his cheek.
Feeling the pleasure approaching faster than the pain, she signaled that it was enough foreplay and urged him to come in.
“Cute.”
With Igmeyer’s short remark, Amber’s legs spread wide, hanging over the sides of the bathtub.
“Ah.”
Facing her, Igmeyer tilted his waist diagonally and delved straight into the secret flesh between the woman’s legs, piercing through the e****c valley filled with bathwater in the bathtub.
“Haah, ugh!”
A sweet and gentle fragrance vibrated through the air. Simultaneously, the lascivious, rhythmic sounds echoed in their ears.
As Igmeyer started his waist movements, the water in the bathtub splashed, overflowing outside.
The intense pleasure that surged upon insertion made Amber’s fingertips scratch and claw at the man’s shoulders.
“Anng!”
Perhaps due to having melted in the hot water after feeling cold, the relaxed lower part easily accepted the man.
Reaching climax had become familiar for her by now.
Without sparing a moment for rest, Amber cried out at the extreme sensations from the very beginning.
Because of the tears in her eyes, the intricate patterns on the bathroom ceiling danced and blurred her vision.
‘I feel like I’m going to die.’
With relentless, powerful thrusts and no change in position, the lower opening was getting wet without respite.
