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.

breasts, he whispered her name against her lips. She was his everything, the woman he wanted to worship all his life.

he kissed her neck. He whispered it again as he ripped her light

name, even before they reached the valley

her. The more he sank inside her, the more he lost

Maybe she would never know just how

held her tightly after, their bodies intertwined in an exhausted sweaty fulfilled

eyes 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

personally planned. 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 love." He kissed her on the shoulder. "You have no idea just

"Roland." she called him.

He answered lazily, tracing patterns

a whisper that

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, excited because he had finally

response. Sigrid’s breathing was calm

a bed sheet to cover them both. She was tired and needed rest. He knew what he had heard and he fell asleep to

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and coronation were extravagant as the sun started to dip. The following day had been declared a

the gate of the royal castle to the city wall, mages hosted a firework show, lighting up the