The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 66
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
“Nick is just a close friend.”
“I don’t like it when you call him ‘Nick.'”
Igmeyer, concealing his dark feelings, buried his lips in Amber’s shoulder. He whispered softly and made her chuckle.
“He’s really just a friend. In addition, I’m married. What feelings could Nick possibly have for me?”
“His eyes don’t say the same. They looked adoring to me.”
As Igmeyer grumbled, Amber pondered for a moment, having never considered Nicholas’s gaze in that light before.
“Thinking about it… most people do look at me that way in Shardroch… that was the case.”
“Do you miss it?”
“It would be a lie to say I don’t, but it’s a story too far from me now. Too old… It’s like a box of memories I occasionally open but quickly close again.”
That’s how Amber defined her past.
Articulating her thoughts aloud seemed to help her organize them more clearly.
Yes, that was the past.
What mattered were the present and the future.
“I’m here, Igmeyer.”
“…”
“I am the Madam of the North. I won’t abandon or leave this place.”
Her assertive tone was unexpectedly beautiful.
Igmeyer was deeply drawn to her certainty.
Though he didn’t blush at his age, other parts of him tensely swelled in response.
“…Igmeyer!”
Amber gasped, feeling something hard against her back, and exclaimed in shock.
“Sorry. I can’t help but be excited.”
How could Amber be so sure?
Considering her situation, it was astonishing. Even considering her age made it remarkable.
‘A woman with confidence and principles is attractive.’
No, it was more accurate to call it fascinating. Amber fascinated him just by being herself.
Perhaps the people of Shardroch were also fascinated by these traits of hers. He could understand that.
“You resemble Freyja.”
“Freyja?”
“The goddess from Northern mythology. The goddess of beauty and love, also symbolizing flowers.”
To Igmeyer, Amber was spring and flowers.
There was no one else like her.
“But that’s not all. Freyja is also strong.”
“That’s quite the compliment.”
“I mean it.”
If cherishing and valuing her in this way was worship, then let it be.
Indeed, since successfully navigating through the dire war with Amber’s help, Igmeyer had considered her a special being. How else could she have managed? No one else believed, yet she steadfastly prepared for war alone.
At that moment, Amber, with a hint of awkwardness, gathered her hair to reveal the nape of her neck. The moonlight shone on her pale skin, causing Igmeyer to groan in torment.
The urge to bite down was overwhelming, yet restraining himself was excruciating.
“Shall we go somewhere more secluded?”
He suggested with a hoarse voice and Amber quietly nodded in agreement.
Their thirst was mutual, as both were parched with anticipation.
* * *
“Ah, mm, ah!”
There was no time to reach the well-prepared hideout he had arranged through his subordinates. Without even a moment to undress, they frantically entwined on top of each other.
Amber, with only her underwear pulled down, climbed atop him, maintaining her position over his center. It was a posture that could only be described so candidly.
To be sitting in the same direction while having a relationship was a unique experience.
The stimulation was incomparable to the chaotic lovemaking they had experienced on a bed of gold coins.
Igmeyer, with only his pants undone, entered her.
“Damn, really…”
Amber found herself more aroused by the softly cursed swear words.
She had never imagined enjoying such things before, but now it was different.
She liked that Igmeyer couldn’t withstand the pleasure and cursed. She wished he would express more about how much he enjoyed being inside her. Feeling his excitement excited her too.
“More, yes! Ah!”
Grinding down on him, Amber furiously rubbed her pleasure point from within.
Igmeyer had rowed the boat to a very secluded spot at the far end of the lake. They were hidden by tall grasses, invisible from the land. Though a different case from the lake.
Those on boats across the open lake might see them.
The risk of being discovered paralyzed her thoughts.
‘I must not make any sound.’
Amber covered her mouth with both hands.
The moving could be concealed by her voluminous skirt, but the sound was a different matter.
A soft whimper might be dismissed as a cat’s cry, but a loud one could reveal them!
“Haah!”
But at that very moment, when she resolved to be silent, Igmeyer thrust deeply into her.
As Amber was fervently pushed towards the climax, tears welled up in her eyes. She was overwhelmed by a feeling so intense it seemed she might perish from pleasure. Igmeyer, who had been licking her neck, suddenly covered her ears in response.
With her ears blocked, the sound of the night insects faded away, leaving her only to hear the wet, squelching noises from their heated union.
Squelch, squelch.
The provocative sounds intertwined with every breath they took. With each thrust downward, and every time he met her movements with his own, Amber was sent into a frenzy of ecstasy.
