The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 63: R 18. A wedding night months due...[1]

Chapter 63: R 18. A wedding night months due...[1]

"Heal me." he repeated softly. "Are you versed in medicine?"

She nodded. "I studied medicine at the Eastern boarder but that is not the healing I am going to do. I am going to use magic."

She placed her wet hands on his chest, he pushed himself back immediately as if he had been struck by lightning. Sigrid was not sure if her was avoiding her touch because he did not want her hands on his body or because she wanted to use magic.

"Your injuries were only healed forty percent at least, I already know that you coughed up blood twice today but you are too busy worrying about someone else’s cough to remember your own." she stated grumpily.

She moved towards him and placed her hands on his chest again. He watched her with wariness and intensity, like a tiger watching another tiger that was a potential opponent.

"I won’t bite." Sigrid laughed.

Light poured from her hands and went into Roland’s chest, he closed his eyes as he felt a gentle warmth invade his body. It was was like the first rays of the sun in the morning, soft and nourishing, comforting and cozy.

It brought relief to his body, melting away the aches. stiffness and weariness of the last months. Roland liked the sensation of her magic coursing through his veins. It met with his own magic, intertwining in a way that he had never experienced before.

Her magic felt like it was alive and it was whispering to his, making promises he couldn’t understand. It felt ecstatic, more wonderful than anything he had ever experience.

His breathing slowed down and he opened his eyes which he had closed temporarily.

"Your magic...." he whispered. "How?"

It had not felt like this when Emmah healed him, in fact he could not remember feeling anything special. He wanted more of that feeling, he wanted to drown in it and forget the world for a while. His hands without his will, and they went around Sigrid, touching her plain black.

Without a pause or a thought, her pulled her even closer and embraced her.

"Keep doing it." he told her, in a hoarse voice that was barely a whisper.

Roland was sure that he was a hypocrite, he had promised himself that he would never lay his hands on Sigrid, not this way but he was finding it very hard to stop himself. He had never allowed himself to indulge in such pleasures but all it had taken was her bewitching him with his magic to throw his principles out of the window.

Why did she have to wear such thin clothes and join him in the bath, her back was bare, the flimsy covering on her chest was useless and it was clinging to her breasts like a second skin.

The feel of her breasts against his chest made him want to rip the cloth away so that he could touch and feel them for himself.

She is your wife, it is not wrong, a voice reminded him. His hands traveled her back, the right one lingered on the small knot that would reveal her breasts to him with one tug.

This is Sigrid, Sigrid Thorin....a voice in his mind screamed. The cloud of lust started to dissipate from his mind but then she whimpered, a low sound of need came from her throat. It proved to be his undoing, his hands that had become lose gripped her waist firmly.

As if that was not enough, she pressed her lips to his neck, and he trembled, be it her magical or physical touch, both felt good. Good enough to deal a blow to the control that he had built over a period of many years.

He did not ever think that this would be the woman he succumbed to but he did not want to wait any longer, neither his mind nor his body would allow it. She was his wife, she was amiable, it was no sin to satisfy their urges.

Roland tilted her head up and put his mouth on hers, initiating the very first kiss between them. He was expecting her to be shy, that he would have to coax her but she surprised him with her boldness. Her hands went around his neck and she responded to his kiss eagerly, opening her mouth to him.

He liked it, that she was not shy like an innocent maiden that would run for the hills if he so much as touched her hands. Ecstasy traveled in his body and he deepened the kiss, devouring her as he had imagined doing every once in a while on the journey back to Doria.

Often, he had told himself that he was crazy for thinking about it, for imagining if she would be as fierce moaning in pleasure underneath him as she had been when they fought. She had been exquisite in his fantasies, but he was wrong, she was better in reality, she was sweet and the inside of her mouth was warm, He loved it, God how he loved it!

Roland knew that she loved it too, she was stroking his back, and moving against him restlessly, whimpering more and more.

He lowered his hands, slowly, reaching for her bottom, it was soft, round and soft that he could not stop himself from squeezing it. Roland wanted to raise his head and roar, so this was what it was like, no wonder his friend had said that he would have to be pulled out of the bedchamber on his wedding night kicking and screaming.

He couldn’t get enough, he was kissing her but it did not feel enough, as they close at they were, something in him wanted more. He carried Sigrid with ease, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

One of his hands ripped away the cloth that was covering her chest, his eager impatient hand found her bare breast and he squeezed it.

He tore his lips away from hers and part sighed, part laughed, his eyes moved from breast to the other, they were full and large, appearing to be bigger than his hands. They were perfect, as perfect to his eyes as the rest of her body was.

He had dreamed about them as well, especially after some of the things he had knights about, what they intended to do to their women or courtesans upon their return to the city.

"Stop looking." Sigrid mumbled.

Roland raised his eyes to her face, for all her boldness, he sis not expect to see a shy expression on her face. The reddish tinge on her cheeks was one he had never seen before, not even on the day when he caught her peeking at him.

"The cold beauty of Eldoria actually knows how to blush." he laughed.

Roland liked it, the look on her face which no one had ever seen before was pleasing. He was no fool, he had seen more than a few young lords stealing glances at her, she was known as Eldoria’s most beautiful woman after all. Many wanted her but only he got to have her.

He had not heard about her having any men pursuing her except for Oliver Ye. Had the men of Eldoria been blind or was it the Thorin’s that had guarded her so well?

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