The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

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.

down and he opened his eyes which he

magic...." he

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

or a thought, her pulled

her, in a hoarse voice that was

finding it very hard to stop himself. He had

bath, her back was bare, the flimsy covering on her chest was useless and it was

made him want to rip the cloth away so that

hands traveled her back, the right one lingered on the small knot that

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

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

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

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

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

moaning in pleasure underneath him as she had been when they fought. She

too, she was stroking his back, and moving against

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