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

magic...." he

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

or a thought, her pulled her even closer and embraced

it." he told her, in a hoarse voice 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

was bare, the flimsy

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

it is not wrong, a voice reminded him. His hands traveled her back, the right one lingered on the small knot that would

then she whimpered, a low sound of need came from her throat. It proved to be his undoing, his hands that

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

to wait any longer, neither his mind nor his body would allow it. She was

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

shy like an innocent maiden that would run for the hills if he so much as touched her hands. Ecstasy traveled in his

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

knew that she loved it too, she was stroking his back, and moving against

and soft that he could not stop himself from squeezing it. Roland wanted to raise his head and roar, so this