The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 248: Disdain all around.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, Roland was surprised to see that it was already eight in the morning and nobody had woken them up. Sigrid was still out, her body laid out on top of him.

She was the one that had woken him up in fact by sucking on the side of his neck and making suckling sounds. As a matter of fact, she was still doing it even though her eyes were closed.

Her teeth clamped down and he winced. "Sigrid..." he groaned out her name. He did not know what she was eating in her dream but he was sure it looked nothing like him.

While trying to dislodge her off his body, he realized that he had another problem, his manhood was rising. She was naked, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lush hair was spilled out over her shoulders, as ever she was more than beautiful.

He wanted her again, and he intended to have her, so he rolled her over, heart beating fast already. He felt like thief as his hands parted her thighs, with only one thought. The thought of entering her then and there but he stopped when he noticed that her eyes were open.

"It’s okay, just go back to sleep." he said.

She looked at the way their bodies were positioned and raised her eyebrows. In turn, Roland blushed like a criminal caught in the act. He decided to abandon the thought and take a cold shower.

She wrapped grabbed onto his back, smiled and pulled him down. "I have a say in this, don’t I? You are my husband, we are not having an affair. It is not wrong of you to want me. As a matter of fact, I love it when you want me. If you ever stop that is when I will begin to worry." She stroked his chest, slowly igniting the fire that he had been planning to put out.

lips, he said, "I think I married the best woman

course you did." she

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of it within only an hour of arriving on the Fairfax estate. As soon as she stepped onto the cobbled path leading to the main building the butler that had been smoking had been

knew immediately that her

ah her coldly even though her expression appeared to be composed. In the cold eyes, Emmah had seen humiliation and fury and something far worse than both....a promise of vengeance. Given how their last encounter had gone, Emmah

at them with disdain. even if she was a bastard, she was

barely acknowledged her, curtsied or inclined their heads in greeting. When she established

her arrival and left. Emmah was told to remain standing by the Count James Fairfax himself. His wife sneered openly as she looked over Emmah,

return to the gutters where you belong, trash like you should live

Darin Fairfax seemed to share a similar opinion,

enemy for the women to unite and the name of the enemy was Emmah. Neither one of them wanted

her chin, proudly refusing to shrink beneath their judgement. She had been wishing to be of noble blood since she transmigrated, dreaming of a moment like this. Now that it had arrived, not even their scorn would stop her rise. She would

a shaky voice. "I am a Fairfax, I belong

of that whorish maid of the Thorin’s that my father was playing