The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 402: Love confessions.

"Roland.." she started.

Roland did not wait to hear her answer, there was another thing he wanted to do more in that moment. It was to kiss her deeply, as he had wished to do the moment they were crowned.

So he took her lips as he wished, descending on her lips quickly like a man with a mission. If the mission was to taste her. He pulled her close, so close that her breasts flattened against his muscular chest.

"I am emperor."

He pulled away from her lips, only for a second to say this and attacked again, taking her lips and kissing her deeply and fiercely.

She knew what to expect when he was burning hot with desire and want like that. He desired her right then and she was not going to stop him. Him wanting her always aroused her. She kissed him back, effortlessly matching his passion.

Roland’s fingers dug into her back as he pushed her back on the bed, imprisoning beneath his hard body. As he pressed her into the soft cushions, his blood surged even wilder. The thought that he was the emperor taking his empress seemed to unleash something wilder within him.

"And you are my empress." He run his tongue along her jaw. "Mine, you are mine."

In his mind, he pictured them doing this very act on the throne. He was the emperor, she was the empress, they could do as they wished. His hands roamed over her body, touching, squeezing, reaching for all the spots he knew drove her crazy.

She whimpered and arched her back when his tongue playfully tickled her belly button. He smiled against her skin, grazing it with his teeth, nibbling along her stomach. His lips returned to her mouth, covering her moans with his mouth.

swollen breasts, he whispered her name against her lips. She was his everything, the woman he wanted to worship all his life. She was the force behind his everything. Without her, he would

as he kissed her neck. He whispered it again as

she screamed his name, even before they reached

and he still groaned his love for her. The more he sank inside her,

loved her. Maybe she would never know just how much.

after, their bodies intertwined in an exhausted

were closed, slumber seemed to be calling her but she refused to go just yet as she had something to say. "I have not yet given you a

He thought about the little one she was carrying. His hand found the tiny swelling in her lower abdomen. "You have given me many gifts my

"Roland." she called him.

answered lazily, tracing patterns on her

The words were barely a whisper that it almost seemed like she had not said them at

the rest of him. He sat up and looked down at her. He was not sure if his ears had deceived him and he wanted to hear it again. His heart was beating so fast,

calm and slow,

them both. She was tired and needed rest. He knew what he had

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The following day had been declared a public holiday so

castle to the city wall, mages hosted a firework show, lighting up the skies with their creative spell-flames. Explosions rocked the city and near by cities, but in a