The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 39
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
Amber blinked, tilted her head, and eventually spoke.
“Of course, I wish everyone didn’t die. I hope they all return safely… No, I hope even more of them come back alive.”
“Not trying to protect someone specific?”
Igmeyer’s thick and strong arm wrapped around Amber’s slender waist.
In that moment, Amber that was now pressed closely against him, gazed into his intensely burning crimson eyes as if trying to see into her heart.
For her, it was difficult to understand why he sought her so jealously, almost as if begging for something.
“There is no such person. If there is, it would be you. It would be difficult without you, the one who will be the father of our child.”
Thus, Amber calmly expressed her thoughts.
It wasn’t a fabricated or embellished statement, just her sincere feelings laid bare, plain and simple.
Without any packaging, her pure sincerity flew straight and lodged into Igmeyer’s chest.
“Ah… I’m in trouble.”
He bowed deeply, pressing his forehead against Amber’s shoulder, making sounds of distress.
‘Does this woman even know what she’s saying?’
To become the father of the child. In the end, wasn’t that a proposal to make a baby?
Despite harboring negative thoughts about having children, Igmeyer had no intention of missing this opportunity.
“Igmeyer?”
“Yeah.”
“Just a moment, hup!”
He explored the area Amber felt.
Sweeping up the graceful curve of her waist and pressing down along her spine with his thumb, she shivered.
It’s like intentionally teasing a cute bird, and he enjoyed her scent as well. He could bury his nose in it all day without getting tired. The subtle fragrance mixed with her natural scent made his mouth water every time he smelled it.
It felt like he was a hungry predator who hadn’t eaten for days, and he couldn’t devour her fast enough.
“I don’t know why I’m like this.”
“Yes, ah! Here, not here…”
“Whenever I see you, I feel breathless.”
The words lack eloquence.
He really seemed locked away, or rather, trapped.
Either way, he didn’t want to be away from Amber. Whether it was irrational attachment or obsession, he didn’t care, as long as he didn’t have to let go and could keep her in his arms.
However, if asked if he loved her, he could confidently shake his head. It would be madness.
It was too deep to dismiss as a mere bodily impulse or to pass it off as just infatuation.
It was like this strange emotion had been lingering in the depths of his chest for a very, very long time.
“Oh, Igmeyer. Not here, here. Go up, heh!”
Lost in reverie, he barely regained his composure at Amber’s urging while massaging her backside.
As soon as he did, a single phrase that seemed to ignore the refined upbringing of a royal and would shock any well-raised noble fell from his lips.
“I want to attach a jewel to your n****e.”
“!”
“Of course, on my n*****s too. If it might give you some sense of stability, you know?”
Seeing her eyes widen in shock, he chuckled playfully. He really meant it, but he said it in a joking manner to avoid getting slapped.
“You’re crazy, you’re a real pervert. How can you say such things…!”
“Just kidding. I know. I’m not really going to do it, but… well, it might be nice if you get it pierced for me.”
Amber smacked his chest quite hard, and even with that, he was aroused.
He bit her round and pretty ear, licking her skin with his tongue. It caused her to lose strength in her hands. Eventually, she gave up and surrendered to his embrace.
Kissing her cheek a couple of times, he looked mischievously into her eyes.
He had a very interesting idea.
“Since we’ve started with this vulgar talk, how about we see it through to the end?”
“What…?”
Amber looked at her husband with blurred eyes. Her whole body seemed to itch like she was going crazy.
It wasn’t her skin; it was her stomach… Her stomach was itchy.
Scratching with a large and thick object might provide some relief, but as it didn’t, her back twisted, and tension built up in her thighs, causing her legs to tremble.
‘But… even so, even so, it should be done in bed.’
According to Amber’s standards, intimate relations should take place in the bedroom or maybe the bathroom. Doing anything explicit in other places was unimaginable.
However, Igmeyer always pushed her limits.
“Let’s do it on the gold coin.”
Whispering provocatively, he pressed his lips to her neck. Gradually moving lower, he delicately nibbled on her collarbone, leaving a trace.
“It’ll be an unforgettable experience. I promise. I’ll make sure to do it well.”
