The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 83: R.18...Get lost.

His question caught her off guard, she thought that he would just just do what he wanted, after all, consent was not exactly a thing in a world were women were swapped liked shoes when men lost interest.

Before she could respond, a light kiss was pressed to the side of her neck and Roland buried his nose there, moving it up and down slowly. The mood between then changed in an instant, going from zero to eighty percent sexually charge in a moment.

"I feel weird." she whispered.

"It’s the cake," his lips brushed over the back of he neck, "It’s my father’s favorite cake but one has something a little extra that was added to it. My brother either picked the wrong cake deliberately or he made a mistake. I guess this is the surprise Rina has for my father tonight?"

Sigrid felt her body heating up, a tingling sensation swept over her, overwhelming her senses a little bit at a time. Her pulse increased slowly as did the need to rip off her dress and Roland’s shirt and yet somehow through all of it, she was still capable of rational thought.

"She spiked the cake!" She exclaimed.

"An aphrodisiac was added, I believe." Roland confirmed.

He sounded a little too pleased as his finger traveled over her exposed collarbone and cleavage. "Now you know the real reason why I had the cake removed and stopped you from eating anymore of it."

His taste buds were very sensitive, as a member of the royal family and crown prince he was raised with the knowledge on poisons and medicines. It was an important skill for anyone that hoped to sit on the throne someday otherwise he or she could be killed through food and drink.

Sigrid moaned and arched her chest up, Roland’s nostrils flared and gulped. There was no solution for this kind of aphrodisiac, except for the obvious one. If he had known earlier what was in the cake, he would have stopped her and himself from eating, now, it was too late.

Roland lowered his hand and cupped one of her breasts over the gown, while she squirmed in the chair. She was feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac more than him because she had eaten a whole more of the cake than he did.

still want my horse returned."

the forming beads of sweat on her forehead and laughed. "Do

which made his jaw drop, not because they were beckoning, but because

asked harshly before his head descended and his mouth found one of her breasts and his teeth grazed one of the

stopped and threw her head back

no patience, she put her lips to his, thirsty for a kiss. Her breathing was shallow as was his, everything felt good, from his touch to the caresses on the wind on her bare

was, delightfully so

head and devoured her, his mouth moving over hers in a long deep kiss that made her quiver in

in the kiss that she did not hear the sound of her dress being ripped or realize that they were not alone, the knights and maids were in walking distance. They had turned around to give the couple some

couple’s passion. A maid from the main castle was trying to come closer to the couple but Brolin was holding her back so she decided to loudly shout

and

command in the tone was could not be doubted. It frightened most of the maids

the maid started in

had she voiced what she wanted when Brolin put a hand over her mouth, threw her over her shoulder and run away, taking very long strides. Cosmos sent

the roof, others made their way into the cabins around the lake house and a few entered the house, they continued to peek through the windows,

was all but a blur to them, a beast could have risen from the lake and they would not have noticed, nothing mattered

to the floor, but they did not notice either. Their tongues

he raised her dress, bundling the bottom half around her waist where the top was. Something flashed through his mind, a thing that had had seen done once and whispered about, there were many things he wanted to try but at the moment, he was pulsing with need and he

legs and ripped off her undergarments,

name and he tugged on her thighs, drawing her

fingers found her folds, that were already drenched and bumped against her clit. Sigrid was sure that