Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 310: Chapter Three Hundred And Nine

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD TILL Chapter 312. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Damon had carried Camilla across the room. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

He kept her exactly where she was. Camilla remained straddled across his lap. Her knees pressed firmly into the soft mattress on either side of his thighs. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Damon slowly began to move his hand from the center of her back downward to her thigh. He gathered the soft, smooth fabric of her silk nightgown in his strong fingers. He slid his hand upward, pulling the silk fabric along her skin.

He lifted the nightgown slowly until the fabric bunched up around her waist.

The cool air of the bedroom touched her bare skin. Her thighs were now exposed, resting fully against his dark trousers.

Damon did not hesitate. He moved both of his hands downward. He placed his palms directly onto her now bare bottom. He gripped the soft flesh securely in his hands. He did not hurt her, but his hold was firm and undeniably possessive. He squeezed the cheeks gently, feeling the softness of her skin.

Camilla could not stop her physical reaction.

"Mmmmm," Camilla moaned softly. The quiet, breathy sound escaped her parted lips before she could even try to stop it.

A sudden rush of intense heat flooded her stomach. The feeling of his large, strong hands gripping her bare skin sent a sharp, electric shock straight down her spine. She was consumed by the fire burning between them.

She moved her hands. She kept her left arm wrapped securely around his neck, holding him close. She moved her right hand upward. She ran her small fingers into his thick, dark hair. She gripped the dark strands tightly, scattering his usually neat hairstyle. She made his hair look wild and messy.

Damon let out a low, deep groan from the back of his throat. He felt her fingers in his hair. The sensation was incredible.

He moved his left hand. He slid his hand underneath the bunched-up fabric of her nightgown. His palm touched the smooth, warm skin of her bare back. He began to trace the delicate line of her spine very slowly, his fingers pressing gently against her muscles, sending another violent shiver through her body.

Camilla could not wait any longer. The tension was too thick.

She leaned her head down quickly and pressed her lips against his.

She kissed him.

It was not a soft, polite, or hesitant kiss. It was violent, desperate, and incredibly hungry. It was the kiss of a woman who had denied her own feelings for far too long and was finally allowing herself to take exactly what she wanted. She parted her lips, demanding total access, pouring all of her hidden passion and overwhelming relief directly into his mouth.

Damon was shocked by her fierce, aggressive attack, but he reacted instantly.

He tightened his grip on her bottom, pulling her hips even closer to his body. He kissed her back with equal, matching ferocity. He opened his mouth to her, his tongue meeting hers in a hot, desperate, chaotic battle for dominance. He tried desperately to keep up with her wild, hungry pace. His heart hammered wildly against his ribs, beating a frantic, erratic rhythm against her own chest.

They kissed for a very long, breathless minute. The only sounds in the room were the soft rustle of silk and their heavy, ragged breaths.

Finally, their lungs burned for air.

Camilla slowly pulled her head back. She broke the deep kiss, gasping softly for breath. Her lips were bright red and swollen. Her eyes were hooded and hazy with intense desire.

She looked down at him.

But as she shifted her weight slightly on his lap to catch her breath, Camilla felt something very distinct pressing against her.

She felt a very hard, solid and hot pressure poking very firmly against the soft skin of her inner thighs, right through the dark fabric of his trousers.

Camilla stopped moving.

She slowly lowered her eyes and looked down at his lap.

Damon instantly realized what she was looking at. He felt the exact same pressure she did.

The color completely drained from Damon’s face, and then it rushed back in a burning wave of bright, dark red. His ears turned hot. He was suddenly paralyzed by intense, overwhelming embarrassment.

He had gotten rigidly hard simply from kissing her. He had absolutely no control over his own physical reaction to her body. He felt exposed and deeply ashamed of his sudden, obvious lack of discipline.

Damon quickly tried to shift his hips backward on the mattress. He wanted to hide his condition from her. He tried to pull his legs away slightly to reduce the heavy friction against her soft thighs.

Camilla saw his panicked reaction. She felt him trying to pull away.

She did not let him move. She clamped her knees tightly against his sides, holding him firmly in place.

She looked at his bright red, embarrassed face. A slow, amused smile spread across her swollen lips.

She found his embarrassment absolutely adorable. He was a massive warrior, but he was blushing like an innocent, inexperienced boy just because his body reacted naturally to his wife.

Camilla leaned forward again. She brought her face very close to the side of his head. Her red curls brushed softly against his cheek.

She whispered into his ear. Her voice was soft, husky, and full of teasing.

"I’m the only one who is meant to make you hard," Camilla whispered softly, her warm breath tickling his skin. "So don’t be embarrassed by it. It is your right. After all It is mine and I’m not complaining."

Damon blinked in surprise. The words hit his brain like a heavy iron bell. The possessiveness in her voice made his knees felt a bit weak. It also shattered the remaining embarrassment he felt. The heat in his body flared into a blinding, consuming fire.

But Camilla was not finished surprising him.

She pulled her head back slightly. She looked at his face.

She suddenly moved her right hand. She reached down and grabbed his large right hand, which was still resting firmly on her bare bottom cheek.

She kept his large palm pressed flat against her skin. She used her own small hand to force his hand to move.

She pulled his hand slightly away from her skin, and then, using her own strength to guide his arm, she forcefully brought his large hand back down against her own bottom.

SMACK!

The sharp, loud sound of a hard slap echoed clearly in the quiet bedroom.

Damon flinched violently. His eyes widened to their maximum limit in mind-shattering shock.

He stared at her. He could not believe what she had just made him do. He had never, ever intentionally hit a woman in his entire life, let alone his own wife in such a sensitive, vulnerable place.

"Camilla?" Damon gasped softly, his voice full of genuine confusion and rising panic. He tried to pull his hand away, terrified that he had hurt her.

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