The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 40
His large hand grasped her full chest, so plump that it couldn’t be contained within his grip.
Gently scratching the dark areolas to avoid causing pain then tugged her protruding peak through her clothing.
“Ah, ah!”
“You have such a beautiful voice. It drives people crazy.”
He teased her, alternating between gentle caresses and playful torment until Amber couldn’t help but whimper.
A tingling sensation built up inside her, eventually resulting in her releasing juices. The thin fabric was soaked, and she felt an overwhelming urge to relieve herself.
‘What’s happening…. to my body…’
She realized how sensitive she was. Doubting her own self-control, she watched as Igmeyer smirked and gestured with his thumb toward a different direction.
“Shall we move over there, my lady?”
“Um…”
At this point, she thought it was better to go along with it. Amber released all her inhibitions and clung to his neck, allowing him to lead her.
What she found in the new location left her shocked.
“Antique gold coins…..?”
They entered a small room from where the iron was. The room was filled with valuable coins that had been circulated over a hundred years ago. The haphazard arrangement of these treasures on the floor was astonishing.
“I had plans to melt these down into gold bars eventually, but never thought they’d become our bed first.”
Igmeyer casually explained while chuckling. Then he plopped down onto the pile of coins.
“It’s fine, they’ve been cleaned and well-preserved here. This place is free from dust.”
“No, that’s not the issue…”
“Isn’t it quite stimulating to make love on top of gold coins?”
Amber knew that reasoning with Igmeyer about conventional standards would be futile. He could be rational at times, but he could also be quite irrational.
Moreover, she wasn’t entirely in her right mind at the moment. Her worries had vanished all at once, and she was overcome with excitement. She needed a place to release this overwhelming joy.
In the past, she might have danced quietly in an unseen corner, but as a married woman now, she had a different way to express her emotions.
“Lie down.”
Amber grabbed his thick wrist and forcefully pushed him down onto the gold coins as she commanded.
Following her lead, Igmeyer lay down obediently. With an empty hand, Amber pressed gently against his center.
“Ugh…”
Instinctive sounds escaped from his throat as she applied pressure.
She realized that she preferred this than with her below. With this newfound understanding, Amber used her delicate fingers to grasp his member and gently began moving.
“Oh… You must have planned to kill me.”
“Who told you you can speak?”
Igmeyer widened his eyes and silenced himself. As talking was not allowed, his tongue eagerly responded.
Lowering her head, she kissed him, feeling his desperate hand.
In the illuminated space, her fair skin was revealed.
Igmeyer’s eyes blazed with desire as he watched her bouncing chest.
Crank! Clink!
The clinking of gold coins grew louder and faster as their movements became more intense.
Their bodies were so perfectly intertwined that they could just roll around in a place like this without a care in the world.
It felt as if they had lost each other only to find themselves again, and nothing and no one else mattered between them.
They tenderly caressed each other’s hair and exchanged kisses countless times.
As if it would be just fine if the world could end like this.
* * *
As always, Igmeyer carried his wife who had fallen asleep exhausted in his arms. He gently laid her on the bed and remained there for quite some time.
Flutter.
He thought deeply about what had happened today while caressing her golden hair.
The face that had shouted loudly at him, the fear and joy contained within it—there was not an ounce of lie. The princess herself was known for her honesty.
‘A phantom breed…’
Igmeyer no longer dreamed of his wife dying. Now, he had recurring dreams about the phantom breed.
‘Perhaps I’m having the same dream as you.’
Looking back, Amber had always wanted to warn him. She seemed afraid of something, as if she was already certain that something bad was going to happen.
It was revealed that all Amber had done with her maids over the past week was lock herself in a room and weave cloth.
When he first received the report, he thought they might be baby clothes, but they were not. Then he took a quick look at the finished products, which were all cloth. Bandages—essential items for wartime.
Seeing it all, he became certain.
Amber strongly believed that her cursed dream would come true. That’s why her face looked so dark.
‘What will happen or not happen, no one knows. But there’s nothing wrong with being prepared.’
Amber was right. After an event occurred, it would be too late to make plans.
Now that he was the Grand Duke, no one had any reason to stop him from using the iron ingots.
