Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 312: Chapter Three Hundred And Eleven

Damon climbed slowly onto the bed. He moved with careful, deliberate steps. His large, bare, muscular body cast a wide shadow across the sheets. He crawled forward and gently knelt directly between Camilla’s spread legs.

Camilla lay flat on her back against the soft pillows. She looked up at him. Her eyes were completely dazed and cloudy with desire. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly inside her bunched-up nightgown.

Damon looked down at her face. He saw the hungry, waiting look in her eyes. He felt his own heart beating a very fast, heavy rhythm against his ribs.

He leaned his head down slowly. He brought his face very close to hers. He did not rush.

He pressed his warm lips directly against hers. He kissed her.

It was a gentle sweet kiss which was different from the violent, desperate, hungry kiss she had given him earlier while sitting on his lap.

His kiss was soft, careful, and full of reverence. He moved his lips against hers slowly, asking for permission, showing her that he cherished her.

Camilla closed her eyes. She felt the surprising softness of his lips. She felt the incredible care in his touch. She let out a very soft, quiet sigh against his mouth and kissed him back slowly.

After a long, sweet moment, Damon slowly broke the kiss.

He did not pull away from her. He moved his face slightly to the side. He trailed his warm lips down her jawline. He kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.

He moved his mouth further down, trailing soft, wet kisses along the smooth curve of her bare shoulder.

Camilla shivered slightly. Her fingers curled tightly into the bedsheets.

Damon reached the top edge of her nightgown. He did not use his hands to remove the clothing.

He opened his mouth slightly. He used his teeth. He gently bit the strap resting on her left shoulder. He pulled the strap down slowly with his teeth, letting it slide over her arm. Then, he moved to her right shoulder. He used his teeth again, catching the other silk strap and pulling it down gently.

Damon slowly lifted his head. He looked into her eyes.

Camilla was looking right back at him. She did not look away. She did not hide her desire. The bold, intense way she looked at him sent a shock of heat straight through his body.

Something about the fierce, wanting look in her eyes made his arousal grow even harder and thicker. His blood was boiling in his veins.

The two straps slid down her shoulders. She removed her arms from the armholes gracefully. The soft fabric fell away from her chest and bunched up entirely at her small waist.

Her upper body was now bare in the warm lamplight.

Damon looked down. He saw her chest, her breasts and perky nipples.

He swallowed.

Wave of sudden shyness washed over his face. He had no experience with this kind of beautiful, delicate intimacy. He felt clumsy and unworthy of touching her skin. He stared at her, his eyes wide, unsure of what to do next.

Camilla saw his hesitation. She saw the sudden, sweet shyness in his eyes.

She did not wait for him to figure it out. She decided to guide him.

Camilla slowly raised her own hand. She placed her fingers very gently against her breast. She touched her skin lightly.

As she touched herself, she let out a very small, quiet, breathy moan from the back of her throat.

The soft sound of her moan hit Damon’s ears like a powerful spell. His eyes locked onto her moving fingers.

Camilla reached her hand out toward him. She grabbed his right hand and pulled his hand toward her body. She placed his palm onto her breast. She kept her hand resting on top of his, guiding his fingers,fondling her breast, pinching her nipple, showing him exactly how to touch her.

Damon felt the softness of her skin beneath his hand. He felt the rapid, frantic beating of her heart under his palm.

Camilla slowly let go of his hand. She dropped her arms to her sides, resting them on the sheets.

Camilla spoke. Her voice was calm, and it carried a deep serious meaning.

"Don’t make me regret, Damon," Camilla said softly.

Her words were not a threat. She wanted assurance. She was giving him her body, her trust, and her guarded heart. She was begging him not to break her.

Damon stared down into her eyes. He understood the weight of her words.

"I will never let you regret this," Damon vowed, his voice soft. "I will protect you with my life. I will cherish you forever."

With that promise, Damon’s shyness vanished. His hesitation disappeared. He was ready to show her exactly how much he loved her.

With her words, Damon finally took the full lead.

He leaned his head down. He pressed his lips against the soft skin of her chest. He kissed her gently at first, and then with growing passion. He sucked softly on each of her sensitive peaks, his tongue teasing her skin.

"Ah," Camilla gasped loudly. Her back arched slightly off the mattress.

Damon moved his mouth lower. He rained a path of soft, wet, burning kisses down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach. He kissed her skin with deep devotion, worshipping every single inch of her body.

He reached her waist. The bunched-up fabric of her nightgown was getting in the way of his kisses.

Damon reached out with both of his hands and grabbed the silk. He slid the fabric slowly and smoothly down her waist, pulling it over her hips, and dragging it down her legs.

He pulled the nightgown off her feet, throwing the silk fabric carelessly away. It landed softly on the floorboards near the edge of the bed.

Camilla was now naked beneath him.

Damon moved his body slightly lower on the bed. He moved down to her legs.

He reached out his hands and gently grabbed her left leg. He lifted her leg smoothly into the air and placed it securely over his shoulder.

He looked at her exposed, beautiful skin and leaned his head down. He kissed the soft skin of her lower leg. He moved his warm lips slowly upward. He kissed her knee gently. He rained soft, careful kisses along the sensitive inner skin of her thigh.

He moved his face closer to her center.

Every single soft kiss sent a sharp, violent shiver straight down Camilla’s spine. She was trembling slightly under his touch. The anticipation was building a tight knot of intense pleasure in her stomach.

Camilla let out a soft, shaking breath.

Her breath suddenly thickened and caught entirely in her throat.

She felt the warm wet touch of his tongue directly on her most sensitive center.

"Da..Damon!" Camilla cried out loudly. The sound echoed in the quiet bedroom.

The sensation was absolutely overwhelming. Her rational mind completely shattered into pieces.

She reached her hands out wildly. She grabbed thick handfuls of his dark hair. She pulled his head, pushing his face even deeper against her. She arched her back high off the mattress, raising her hips, surrendering her body to the intense feelings he was giving her.

She moaned his name loudly. Her voice was broken and desperate.

"Damon," Camilla moaned, tossing her head from side to side on the pillows. "Damon."

Damon heard his name on her lips. It drove him completely crazy. He wanted to give her all the pleasure in the world. He used his tongue and his lips bringing her higher and higher into a state of pure bliss.

After a long while of intense pleasure, the building pressure inside Camilla became too much to bear. She could not wait any longer. She needed to feel him. She needed him inside and she needed it now.

Camilla began begging frantically. Her voice was breathy and urgent.

"Please, Damon," Camilla begged, pulling on his dark hair. "Please."

Damon heard her desperate pleas. His own body was screaming with a painful need for release. He could not wait another second either.

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