Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 315: Chapter Three Hundred And Fourteen

"If that’s not the case," Camilla spoke smoothly, tilting her head to the side and giving him a challenging look. "Then take me."

Damon gritted his teeth. He was trapped. He could not tell her the truth about the danger, but he could not let her think he was hiding another woman.

He opened his mouth, trying to find another excuse to protest.

"Camilla, you don’t under—" Damon tried to explain.

Before the words could fully leave his mouth, Camilla leaned forward with speed. She pressed her lips directly against his mouth. It was a very quick kiss. It effectively cut off his sentence.

Damon blinked, stunned by the sudden kiss. He pulled his head back slightly to try and speak again.

"The journey is—" Damon protested again.

Camilla leaned forward and kissed him again. Another short, sweet, silencing peck on the lips.

Damon frowned. He tried one more time.

"I cannot let—" Damon argued.

Camilla kissed him again. This time, she let her lips linger just a tiny fraction of a second longer, pressing her chest closer to his.

The two kept playing this silence game. Every single time Damon opened his mouth to say no, Camilla immediately leaned down and kissed him to shut him up.

As the short kisses continued, the atmosphere in the dark bedroom began to change. The innocent game quickly turned into something much heavier.

The constant feeling of her soft lips against his, the warmth of her naked body straddling his lap, and the smell of her body completely overwhelmed the logical part of his brain.

Damon’s body reacted naturally and aggressively to her continuous teasing.

Despite the fact that they had just finished a long, exhausting session of lovemaking, Damon felt a familiar, intense heat rushing back into his veins. His blood boiled. He became hard against her thighs.

Damon could not hide his reaction. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to control himself. He let out a low, rough and strained groan from the back of his throat. His hands gripped her waist tightly.

Camilla heard his groan. She felt the undeniable, hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her.

She stopped the kissing game. She knew she had won his physical attention. Now, it was time to win the argument.

She pulled her face back slightly, but she stayed very close. She raised her right hand and gently placed her thumb against his bottom lip. She began to rub his lip very slowly, tracing the shape of his mouth in a seductive, distracting manner.

Then, she dropped the sweet, whining act entirely. Her face became serious.

"If you don’t take me," Camilla spoke. Her voice was no longer soft. It was a dark dangerous whisper.

She glared down into his dark brown eyes. She looked at him with threatening, uncompromising eyes.

"I will go there myself," Camilla promised coldly.

Damon stared up at her. He saw the terrifying determination on her face.

"I am not some obedient wife who sits and waits," Camilla declared proudly, stating her true nature perfectly clearly. "I will definitely cause trouble."

She was not bluffing. She was making a real threat. Even if he locked the doors and rode away to the palace, she would find a horse, jump the gates, and ride into the middle of the lower city just to find him.

He thought to himself, his mind rapidly assessing the terrifying reality of the situation.

"She is absolutely serious," Damon thought, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. "I know her better than anyone else in the world. I know exactly what she is capable of."

He swallowed hard, realizing the flaw in his plan to leave her behind.

"If I leave her here," his internal voice reasoned logically, "she will definitely find a way out. She will follow my carriage. She will run directly into the hidden assassins without any armor or protection. She will put herself in danger."

He looked at her hands resting on his chest.

"It’s better she is with me," Damon concluded in his mind, accepting his defeat. "If she is sitting inside my carriage, right next to me, I can keep an eye on her. I can protect her myself. It is far safer than letting her run into the danger alone."

Damon let out a long defeated sigh. He knew he could not stop her.

He decided to test her awareness of the situation. He needed to know if she was prepared for a fight.

"What if we run into some trouble?" Damon asked smoothly. His voice was serious, dropping a heavy hint about the ambush waiting on the dirt road.

Camilla did not flinch. She did not show any fear. She already knew what was waiting ahead.

"It won’t be a problem," Camilla replied confidently. Her voice was steady and fearless. "Trust me."

She slowly moved her hand from his bottom lip. She trailed her fingers gently across his jawline and caressed his cheek warmly, offering him comfort.

The fierce, threatening glare faded from her eyes. Her eyes softened immediately.

She looked directly into his soul.

"You trust me, right?" Camilla asked softly. Her voice was vulnerable, asking him to believe in her strength.

Damon looked up at her face. He felt the gentle caress of her fingers on his cheek.

He knew how strong, capable, and fiercely protective she is of the things she cared about. He did trust her. He trusted her more than anyone else in his entire life.

Damon slowly nodded his head.

"Yes," Damon agreed silently with his nod. He surrendered to her wish. She would go to the palace with him.

Camilla saw his nod. A victorious smile lit up her face.

She was so happy that she immediately leaned her head down. She kissed him again. But this time, it was not a short, teasing peck. It was a deep, warm, passionate kiss.

Damon did not hold back anymore. His decision was made, and his blood was already burning with desire.

As soon as she kissed him, Damon took control.

He wrapped his arms securely around her waist. With a sudden effortless display of his strength, Damon rolled his body to the side.

He flipped her over.

Camilla let out a small, breathless gasp of surprise as the world spun around her.

In a fraction of a second, their positions were reversed.

Camilla was lying flat on her back against the soft white pillows. Damon was hovering over her, his body pressing her down into the mattress.

He immediately moved his face lower. He buried his face into the warm curve of her neck. He began to kiss the sensitive skin of her throat. His kisses were hot, wet, and slightly desperate. He trailed his lips down to her collarbone, causing her to shiver violently under his touch.

"Ah," Camilla gasped softly, her back arching slightly off the mattress.

She felt his hand moving slowly down her side. His fingers traced the curve of her hip and began stroking the skin of her thigh. The touch was electric, sending blinding waves of pleasure straight into her stomach.

Camilla’s breathing became very fast and shallow. Her chest heaved up and down.

She realized that if they started again, they would be awake for hours. And they had a very long morning ahead of them. They needed their energy.

"Damon," Camilla spoke. Her voice was breathy, shaking with desire, but she tried to sound practical. "If we keep this up... we won’t get enough sleep before the sun rises."

Damon did not lift his head from her neck. He continued his hot, wet kisses along her skin. His hand continued stroking her thigh, moving higher with slow, deliberate, agonizing motions.

He murmured against her skin. His voice was a rough, seductive rumble that vibrated against her throat.

"Should I stop?" Damon asked softly, his fingers teasing the very edge of her inner thigh.

Camilla squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the overwhelming heat pooling in her center. The rational part of her brain melted away, destroyed by the pleasure he was giving her.

She did not care about sleep anymore. She did not care about the morning.

Camilla threw her head back against the pillows.

"Don’t you dare," Camilla moaned loudly, surrendering to the fire burning between them.

Damon heard her command. A dark satisfied smile touched his lips against her skin. He did not ask any more questions. He simply tightened his hold on her waist and continued his devoted ministrations on her body, consuming her in the quiet, dark safety of their bedroom.

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