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.

and he opened his eyes which he had closed

he whispered.

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

thought, her pulled her even closer and embraced

in a hoarse voice

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

and join him in the bath, her back was bare, the flimsy covering on her chest was

of her breasts against his chest made him want to rip the

her back, the right one lingered on the small knot that would reveal her breasts

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

neck, and he trembled, be it her magical or physical touch, both felt good. Good enough to deal

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

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

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

when they fought. She had been exquisite in his fantasies, but he was wrong, she was better in reality, she was

she loved it too, she was stroking his

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