Chapter 364 - Three Hundred And Sixty Three

Chapter 364: Chapter Three Hundred And Sixty Three

Damon leaned down further, his warm mouth traveling down her exposed collarbone, pressing light, reverent kisses against her collarbone until he found the soft, tender nipples on her chest. He pulled her into his warmth, taking her into his mouth with slow, intense suction, drawing out every bit of her sweet taste.

A loud, breathless moan escaped Camilla’s lips, echoing through the quiet, sunlit bedroom. Her back arched slightly off the mattress as a sharp jolt of overwhelming pleasure shot through her core.

As his warm, solid body pressed flush against her hip under the sheets, Camilla felt the hard, hot shape of his physical arousal pressing firmly against her thigh through the bedding.

A sudden wave of practicality hit her brain like a splash of cold water.

She thought to herself, "No, no. Not now. His body is still far too weak. The doctor specifically said no strain."

Almost instantly, as if he had picked up on her subtle hesitation, felt her body go slightly tense, and heard the quick panic in her thoughts, Damon stopped his movements. His chest was heaving, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against her bare shoulder, taking long breaths to steady himself.

He slowly lifted his head and stared down at her body before looking into her wide eyes. His face was flushed with heat, his dark irises wild with passion, but his eyes were filled with deep, immediate concern.

"Are you hurt?" Damon asked, his voice rough, low, and breathless. He searched every inch of her face and eyes, desperately looking for any tiny sign of pain, discomfort, or distress from her injured ribs.

Camilla shook her head gently, her chest rising and falling quickly. She reached down with both hands, pulled the thin white straps of her nightwear back up over her shoulders, and smoothed the bunched fabric back over her waist to cover her body properly.

"The doctor said you should rest," Camilla spoke, her voice still slightly breathless and raspy from their passionate moment. "No strenuous activity, remember?"

Damon looked down at her, a mischievous, charming smirk slowly replacing his worried expression. The tension in his brow melted away into a playful grin.

"Is this also considered as a strenuous activity?" Damon asked, his voice low and teasing as his eyes sparkled with playful heat.

Camilla nodded her head firmly, trying her best to look strict, solemn, and serious despite the bright red blush burning on her cheeks.

"Of course," Camilla stated firmly. "The faster you recover, the faster you can have me."

She slid her legs out from under the blankets and swung her feet off the edge of the large mattress. She stood up on the soft carpet, then paused. She turned, bent back down over the mattress, leaned in close, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss onto his warm forehead.

She looked straight down into his eyes, her gaze sliding slowly from his intense pupils down to his swollen, chapped lips, then returning straight back to his eyes.

"So adhere to the doctor’s instructions," Camilla whispered, her voice dropping into a smooth, sultry tone that sent a shiver through him, "because I can’t wait..."

She paused, letting the heavy, teasing silence hang between them for a dramatic second, before tilting her head slightly.

"...to ravish you," she finished with a dangerous, beautiful smile.

Before she could turn around and walk away, Damon moved like lightning. He reached out his arm, grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her back down toward his chest. He caught her lips in one last kiss—this time much more aggressive, possessive, and deep, leaving her completely breathless as his tongue traced her lips.

When he finally released her, Camilla pulled back slowly, her breath shaking. She raised her hand, her fingers touching her sensitive, swollen lips, and let out a soft, sweet chuckle.

"So impatient," she murmured with deep, quiet fondness.

She walked over to the chair near the vanity desk, picked up her silk outer robe, and draped it around her shoulders. She tied the fabric belt securely around her waist, glanced back at Damon one last time with a bright, loving smile, and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

Downstairs, the quiet mansion had been transformed. The silent, tense atmosphere that had hung over the estate for the past several days was gone, replaced by a lively, energetic mood. Bright morning sunlight flooded through the tall arched windows, illuminating the marble hallways, and the air felt light, fresh, and hopeful once again.

As Camilla walked gracefully down the wide curved staircase, several young maids were busy at work,cleaning the wooden banisters, sweeping the grand entryway, and dusting the antique porcelain vases lined along the corridor.

The moment Camilla appeared at the top of the stairs, the maids stopped their work and looked up. They immediately noticed her undone appearance. Her hair was delightfully disheveled, falling in messy, soft waves over her shoulders. The slightly loose collar of her silk robe exposed her neck, revealing faint, dark rose bruises left behind by Damon’s fierce kisses. Her lips were noticeably red and swollen, and a bright, radiant glow illuminated her entire face.

The young maids clustered near the bottom of the stairs looked at each other, instantly understanding what had transpired in the master bedroom upstairs. They put their hands over their mouths, whispering excitedly among themselves and letting out soft, suppressed giggles.

"Look at the Lady’s lips..." one maid whispered to her friend, her eyes wide with delight.

"Lord Damon must be feeling much better!" another maid giggled quietly behind her crisp white apron. "No wonder she looks so extremely happy this morning."

Camilla noticed their hushed whispers and light giggles as she descended, but she did not scold them or show embarrassment. She simply kept her head held high, a small, confident smile resting on her swollen lips as her bare feet carried her down the last few marble steps.

Just as she reached the bottom landing of the grand staircase, the senior house maid hurried over from the side hallway to meet her. The senior maid bowed deeply from the waist, holding out both hands respectfully. Resting in her palms was an elegant paper envelope sealed with a familiar crest of red wax.

"My lady," the maid announced respectfully, "this letter just came this morning from Mr. Murry."

Camilla’s playful smile immediately faded, replaced by a look of serious, intense focus. She reached out and took the sealed letter from the maid’s hands, her thumb feeling the raised wax emblem.

"Thank you," Camilla said clearly. "You may return to your duties."

"Yes, My Lady," the maid bowed once more and stepped back to join the others.

Camilla looked down at the letter from Uncle Murry, knowing fully well that something must have happened in the main Benson’s estate for the old man to send her a letter early in the morning.