Lords of Camelot

Nightingale kissed Davian's chest, her hands resting on his waist and side chest.

Davian enjoyed her initiative and moaned with satisfaction. Then Nightingale raised her head and took the initiative to kiss him. At this time, Davian was more active than before.

The sound of their lips touching echoed in the room, and Davian picked up Nightingale and brought her to the bed.

He pressed Nightingale under him and began to kiss her beautiful back. Nightingale made a sound because of his kiss. This sound gradually stimulated Davian, and his ferocity and desire were rising.

As Nightingale expected, Davian slapped her buttocks hard. Then his lips moved, slowly moving from the back to the neck.

However, Nightingale would not give up resisting. She turned her head and kissed Davian again.

The two were completely burning and excited, and while they were still feeling the flexibility of each other's tongues, Nightingale felt it, felt Davian's burning heat.

She bit Davian's lips, which broke directly. She tasted Davian's blood, which was something she had never had before, and she was very satisfied.

However, this was only the beginning, because Davian's movements and strength gradually increased. Nightingale could no longer restrain herself, as Davian's strong body and strength completely suppressed her.

The two people were like primitive naked beasts. Davian seemed to have abandoned his former gentleness and persistence. He seemed to be enjoying and savoring the pleasure that suppressing Nightingale under him brought him.

Nightingale's body began to twist, which gave Davian great pleasure. He pressed his firm chest against Nightingale's back, pinning her down and not giving her a chance to resist.

When Nightingale's consciousness was gradually blurred by this happiness, Davian whispered in her ear: "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

"I am, I am..." Nightingale's voice gradually became softer. Davian was not satisfied with this, very dissatisfied.

"Speak louder, let me know, and let others know who you belong to?" Davian whispered these words into her ear again, and this time Nightingale's voice became really clear.

"Davian! I am your Davian, I am the Lord of Camelot! Everything I have belongs to you! At the end of all this! Davian Slerik! I give you everything I have!"

Yes, this made Davian even more satisfied. He straightened his body again, and then Davian stretched out his hands to hold Nightingale's body.

The feeling of happiness came like waves, one after another. In Davian's arms, Nanning, whose frenzy had been driven away, became the gentle school principal, kind nurse, and rich lady. Davian desired everything about her.

Nightingale could feel Davian's feelings behind her, and his strong emotions and will struck her heart like words. Nightingale only then realized how strong emotions were hidden under Davian's often calm appearance. Didn't he feel uncomfortable enduring these things?

"Yes! Yes! That's it, Miss Nightingale. It's a pity that we could only miss each other in our lifetime. Do you understand what I'm thinking? Yes, everything you have belongs to me, and I feel the same way about you!"

The soul and the flesh, Davian's feelings and Nightingale's feelings are intertwined, just as they are doing at this moment.

Time passed by little by little, and Nightingale's body once wanted to separate from her soul and escape.

However, Davian's toughness would not give her such an opportunity. He wanted to carve all his toughness into Nightingale's soul, making this often tough woman like a gentle bird in front of him.

So Nightingale finally gave up. She was invaded and possessed by the man in front of her in such a tough way. Only then did she understand how deep Davian's feelings for her were. At this moment, she completely lost the hesitation in her heart that had long been so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.

Because she didn't know that during those 1,500 years of wandering, Davian sometimes even watched someone burn to ashes in the flames. But he saved her life on a whim on the battlefield in Crimea. How could this sudden fate be explained?

When Davian felt completely satisfied, he lay on Nanding's body, breathing heavily.

And Nan Ding? She had already given up struggling. Now she needed to rest for a while, to recover and reorganize herself.

So Davian sat up and leaned his back against the backrest. He held Nanding in his arms with his strong arms, allowing her to have a comfortable position to adjust her breathing, emotions and body.

Davian now lowered his head and kissed Nightingale's lips tenderly. This kiss was not as plundering, invading, and forceful as before. This kiss was gentle and full of his love and affection.

Nightingale felt more comfortable with his kiss, and she felt her body and soul floating as if she were in the clouds.

When Davian looked up, Nightingale had fully recovered. Then she asked, "Was it so intense when you were with them? I'm not talking about your body or actions, but your emotions. I think the Knight King would be surprised if he saw you just now."

Davian was stunned for a moment. He actually began to think about Nightingale's question. Then he said that he rarely did so. If he really had to recall such an intense memory... it was only that night before he died.

"I can even feel that you have a sense of anger. Can you tell me why? Davian... No, I may have guessed why. Is it because of the walk on the beach just now?"

Nightingale felt helpless when she said this, but since she asked, Davian would answer.

"Well... although only slightly, I did feel angry. I'm a man, so I should have taken the initiative. I was already by your side, but I had to wait until then to express my feelings. I'm angry at myself for being so weak."

Even Nightingale was helpless with such a statement. Wouldn't this person get angry at others? Why would he get angry at himself for such a thing?

Because it was Nightingale who asked him to accompany her to the beach, she was the one who really put pressure on Davian. But Davian didn't feel angry with her, on the contrary, he habitually blamed himself.

Why didn't you express your feelings properly? Why didn't you sort everything out properly?

But because of this, Nightingale liked Davian even more. Just as he had protected himself, his strong desire to protect the people around him had never subsided.

Although she knew that she was not the one Davian cared about most, she was still satisfied that she had such a position in Davian's heart, which was worth the time they had spent together in their lifetime.

Then she kissed Davian again, and when she was satisfied with the kiss, she leaned her head close to Davian's ear and said to him, "I'm recovered, continue~"