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.

opened his eyes which he had

he whispered.

special. He wanted more of that feeling, he wanted to drown in it and forget the world for a while. His hands

or a thought, her pulled her even closer and embraced

told her, in a

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

did she have to wear such thin clothes and join him in the bath, her back was bare,

to rip the

reminded him. His hands traveled her back, the right one lingered on the small knot that would reveal her breasts to him with one

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

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

to but he did not want to wait any longer, neither his mind nor his body would allow

mouth on hers, initiating the very first kiss between them. He was expecting her to be shy, that he would have

as touched her hands. Ecstasy traveled in his body and he

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

it too, she was stroking his back, and moving against him restlessly, whimpering

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