The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 8
The slender lower belly wriggled once again.
But this time, it was a bit different.
Suppressing the hitching breath could have made the whole body crumble in no time, just like before, but what was different?
‘Ah, it’s not scary.’
Igmeyer lightly held Amber’s neck, trapping her beneath him, while his waist movements continued.
Even so, she was not afraid of the man’s actions.
The face concentrated on this act was, strangely… pleasant.
“Aaaah!”
Igmeyer persistently touched the most sensitive and delicate spot, exclusively the climax point.
He pulled the limp, white legs from the air, wrapping them around his waist. He struck down and trembled as if pulling the deepest part.
‘Now it really feels like I’m going crazy.’
Amber tightly closed her eyes. Pain turned into pleasure, and the sensation close to humiliation turned into ecstasy long ago.
Before she knew it, her breath, reaching the edge of stimulation, was almost close to a sob.
She couldn’t force herself to endure it, and even her fingertips didn’t move as she pleased. How much time had passed in this impossible moment?
Each time Amber’s tender skin, now reddened, engulfed the man’s enormous member, it spat out lewd fluids. The liquid, flowing through her b******s, moistened the bedsheet, filling every gap without leaving a trace.
“Ugh.”
As the man’s waist forcefully struck down and, again, rose in sync, an unfamiliar moan flowed from the man’s mouth.
Twice he poured it out, and yet the s***n that filled her inner walls was expelled outside the narrow vaginal opening. Amber’s toes trembled. The hand that she had planted into Igmeyer’s bicep fell onto the bed.
Amber, having reached the climax, felt the unfamiliar and peculiar sensation as it dissipated without energy. Even when she tightly closed her eyes, the pleasure didn’t disappear quickly.
Before long, she felt the man’s thick lip on her heavy eyelids. Amber, who had been breathing heavily, felt him rising and laboriously lifted her eyelids.
“I’ll clean you up.”
“Clean…?”
“Just a moment. Stay down.”
Was that man made of steel and rock? How could he stand up right away after being so intense just a moment ago? With a wet, limp feeling all over her body, Amber couldn’t even twitch a toe.
However, Igmeyer, as if nothing had happened, moved casually and brought hot water and a towel from the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
“Ah!”
“Does it hurt?”
As he wiped her lower parts with the towel, he reacted strongly to Amber’s groan.
It was so strange that Amber turned her gaze away.
“Itchy.”
“There might be some ointment for here… Let me call a doctor to check.”
“Yes.”
The intimate act had ended, but wiping below felt strange.
In the past, there had never been such a situation.
He carefully wiped, preventing the s***n from sticking, and then inserted a thick finger into her.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Easy. I’m not doing anything weird. I’m just cleaning. If you hold onto this stuff, you might get an upset stomach.”
The flickering candlelight illuminated his handsome face.
Looking more serious than expected, Amber was left speechless.
Eventually, Igmeyer brought a fresh towel and wiped her arms and even her neck.
It was like a service, no different from a servant girl.
‘It feels awkward.’
Only after everything was over did Igmeyer slump down next to her. Amber, lying still, looked at him and pursed her lips. However, the questions didn’t turn into words.
Why are you treating me so kindly?
Is it because I approached you first?
Why didn’t you just leave today?
‘Why… couldn’t we be like this before?’
Amber, who was about to say something, hesitated.
Thud! Thud!
“Your Excellency! Please come out for a moment! It’s urgent!”
Someone knocked on the door of the room. The vibration from the wooden door resonated so strongly that it seemed to shake her heart, and the exposed shoulder blades throbbed.
A painful memory, buried by the torment, resurfaced.
On the first night, she was rejected like this. His lieutenant came, and Igmeyer left the room not long after.
The shock she received on that first humiliating night, something she had never imagined, was beyond description.
‘But… but earlier, he said to me. He knows that it’s not right to abandon the bride on the first night.’
Of course, that conversation never happened before she regressed.
Unlike that time, this time, they exchanged a few words, and they even continue to share the bed now. Maybe he would stay by her side.
After a few candles had gone out, it was difficult to see Igmeyer’s expression when he was conversing with his lieutenant. However, judging by his gestures, he seemed to be nodding.
‘Ah, he’s leaving.’
