Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 311: Chapter Three Hundred And Ten

But Camilla did not let his hand go.

She kept her fingers locked tightly over his. She used his large hand again. This time, instead of smacking, she forced his hand to rub the exact spot on her bottom that she had just hit. She guided his palm in slow, firm, soothing circles over the stinging skin.

Camilla closed her eyes for a brief second. She let out a soft satisfied sigh of pleasure. A content smile touched her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked down at his utterly confused face.

She did not explain her strange actions. She simply moved his hand again.

She pulled his hand back, and she forced his palm down again.

SMACK!

The sound was even louder this time. The sting was sharper.

Damon gasped again, his heart hammering wildly.

Once again, Camilla immediately forced his hand to rub the stinging skin in slow, firm circles. She leaned her upper body forward as he rubbed, pressing her chest heavily against him. She slowly began to grind her hips downward, pressing herself deliberately and firmly against his hard, throbbing arousal trapped beneath the dark fabric.

Damon groaned loudly, throwing his head back slightly as her hips ground against him. The intense physical friction, combined with the bizarre, confusing actions of her hands, was driving him insane.

She repeated the strange process three more times.

SMACK! Rub. Grind.

SMACK! Rub. Grind.

Damon watched her face. He saw her eyes darken with intense desire every single time the slap landed. He felt the skin of her bottom growing very warm and turning a bright shade of pinkish-red beneath his hand.

Damon was genuinely, deeply worried. His brain could not process this strange behavior.

"Is she hurt?" Damon thought to himself, his mind racing with panic. "Why is she making me hit her? This is not normal. I am bruising her skin. I must stop."

He tried to pull his hand away again with real force. He did not want to cause her pain.

"Stop," Damon whispered roughly, looking at the red marks beginning to form on her skin. "I am hurting you."

Camilla stopped moving his hand. She looked down at his worried, panicked face.

She let out a soft, breathy chuckle. She thought his concern was sweet, but she was lost to the intense, burning passion of the moment. She loved the sharp, stinging sensation followed by the firm, soothing rub. It drove her crazy.

She leaned her body forward. She buried her face into the crook of his neck.

She opened her mouth. She did not kiss his skin gently. She bit him.

She closed her teeth firmly over the sensitive shell of his ear, biting down hard enough to cause a sharp, surprising pinch of pain, but not hard enough to draw blood.

Damon hissed loudly, his body jerking upward.

Camilla released his ear. She whispered directly into his ear, her voice a dark, demanding,seductive command.

"There are some things my husband needs to learn and I will teach you, starting with this. Now do it again," Camilla whispered fiercely, her breath hot against his skin. "I want you to."

Damon stared blankly at the wall behind her. His brain surrendered to her command.

He knew she could be crazy at times. He knew her mind worked in strange, chaotic, unpredictable ways. He knew she was dangerous, wild, and entirely untamed.

But as he sat there, feeling her hot breath on his neck and her body grinding against his, he realized that it was exactly this same, wild, unpredictable craziness that had made him fall so hopelessly in love with her. He loved her fire. He loved her lack of fear. He loved everything about her.

Damon stopped resisting. He let go of every sane thing he knew and fully embraced her wild demands.

He took control of his own hands.

He did not wait for her to guide him. He raised his right hand slightly. He brought his large, rough palm down against her bare, soft skin.

SMACK!

The slap was firm and resounding.

Camilla let out a loud, sharp breathy moan. Her entire body arched backward slightly shocked and thrilled that he had actually followed her command with his own strength.

Damon immediately began to rub the stinging skin, moving his rough palm in slow, firm, deep circles over her red bottom.

He watched her reaction carefully. He saw her eyes close in pleasure. He saw her hips grind down much harder and much faster against his rigid arousal. The friction was incredible, sending blinding shocks of intense pleasure straight up his spine.

He raised his hand and did it again.

SMACK!

Camilla moaned louder, her hands gripping his dark hair tightly, pulling his head back. She ground her hips violently against him, surrendering to the chaotic, stinging, intensely pleasurable rhythm he was creating.

Damon’s breathing became ragged. His chest heaved violently. The pressure building inside his lower body was reaching an explosive breaking point. The feeling of her body grinding against him, combined with the sharp, loud sounds of the slaps and her breathy moans, was completely destroying his sanity.

He could not take the pressure of sitting on the edge of the bed anymore. He needed to be closer to her. He needed to be skin to skin.

Damon moved with sudden strength.

He wrapped both of his arms around her small waist. With one violent, effortless motion, he lifted her body off his lap.

He stood up slightly, and then he threw her backward.

He tossed her gently but firmly onto the center of the large bed.

Camilla fell backward. She landed heavily on the soft white mattress. She bounced slightly on the soft springs. Her hair scattered wildly and messily all over the clean white pillows. Her nightgown was still bunched up around her waist, leaving her legs and thighs exposed to the air of the room.

She lay on her back, staring up at him. Her chest was heaving up and down rapidly with short, heavy breaths. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, bright shade of pink.

She watched him standing at the edge of the bed.

Damon did not hesitate. His eyes were burning. He began to undress himself with frantic speed.

He pulled his shirt off his head and reached down to the waistband of his dark trousers. He undid the ties quickly. He pushed the fabric down his legs. He kicked his leather boots off his feet, tossing them carelessly onto the floorboard. He stepped out of the dark trousers, kicking them away.

He stood still by the side of the bed. He was now bare.

Camilla lay on the soft pillows. She slowly propped herself up on her right elbow.

She did not look away. She did not blush and hide her face.

She slowly, deliberately examined him. Her eyes trailed slowly down his broad muscled chest. She looked at the thick ridges of his stomach muscles. She looked at the small, faded white battle scars scattered across his skin, proving his brutal history. She looked at his thighs.

And finally, she let her eyes rest on the fully erect evidence of his burning desire for her.

Camilla slowly ran the tip of her tongue gently over her swollen lips, licking them slowly. Then, she bit her lower lip softly, her eyes shining with hungry anticipation.

She thought to herself, her internal voice filled with awe.

"He’s perfect," Camilla thought in her mind. Her eyes traveled back up to his handsome, flushed, panting face. "And huge."

A slow, dark satisfied smile curled the corners of her pink lips.

"Seems like," Camilla finalized her thoughts, her body trembling slightly with eager excitement, "I am really going to have a taste of him after all."

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