The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 130: You are amazing.

Chapter 130: You are amazing.

After the ball drew to a close, Sigrid reflected on the evening’s events with a smile. The Bachelor’s Auction Ball had been a resounding success, there was denying it. It had been filled with laughter and just the right amount of scandal. It was a night that would be remembered for years to come. No other ball could ever be be compared to hers.

As she stepped out of the refreshing bath Sigrid could not help humming and dancing a little. She did not care about who was watching, like her maids that were smiling, obviously amused.

"You can retire for the night." I won’t be needing you anymore.

She sent them away and started drying herself off. The simple act felt a little unnatural as she had become used to having maids do almost everything for her. The adjoining door that separated her bedroom from Roland’s was opened. He stepped out of it, but he was not alone. He had brought Sunny along with him.

Sunny was carrying a small blanket between his teeth which was dragging on the ground.

"Roland, I said no dog in the bedroom."

"What dog?" he pretentiously asked. When it came to Sunny being in the bedroom or on the bed, he acted like the Thorin’s and their gold; as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

Sigrid pointed at the dog which was making itself comfortable by the fireplace. It was ready to spend the night on her soft, clean white rug.

"It is right there, I am looking at it."

Roland put his hands around her waist and took a deep breath. "My love, have I told you that you are amazing?"

"I can still see the dog Roland." She rolled her eyes.

He smiled, very slowly. It looked like he had to use other means to make her forget about Sunny. He was hugging her from behind so he turned her around so that they were face to face. Not waiting a second or giving her a chance to say more, his mouth swooped down and captured hers in a kiss.

Sigrid’s hands went around his neck so easily, a thing that she had become used to doing, it was so natural now, like breathing in air.

As the kiss deepened and became more demanding, she lost herself in his scent and desire which engulfed her. It had become so easy to enjoy his kisses, the short ones which were swift and quick. The deep ones which gave her some reassurance and the voracious ones which stroked her fire.

She could not decide if his kisses made her melt or burn hotter, perhaps it was both.

"You are amazing." Roland whispered against her mouth. "You are amazing, your are a crazy woman." he poked his tongue out and run it over her lips from top to bottom. "Crazy, but amazing."

Who else could make the kind of decisions she made and come out successful?

She gasped as he ripped the towel off her body roughly. His hands stroked her backside gently and then pulled her abrasively against his arousal.

His cheek rubbed against her hair, much like a cat that was showing affection.

"I want you tonight." he said raggedly. "I want you every night."

Roland opened his eyes and laughed hoarsely. "I used to think that I knew everything about you but I was wrong. I did not know anything and yet now, I think I want to know it all."

He lowered his lips and kissed her again. His hands squeezed her backside ruthlessly as he moved his arousal, rubbing against slowly.

Sigrid’s overly eager hands stroked his back as she yielded to him. The bedroom was the only place in their life where she gave him full control. Desire pooled in her stomach and her skin broke out in shivers as his lips traced over the tip of her ear slowly.

Her mind tried to recall what they had been discussing before he kissed her but it lost all train of thought when he pushed her down on the bed and his hands found the valley between her breasts. He leaned down and kissed them one at a time as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted the left or the right one.

He settle for the right one, brushing his tongue over a nipple and then he began to suckle.

Sigrid curled her toes and closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite torture willingly. Deep down, she knew that it was wrong to surrender to pleasure with a man whose heart she had not grasped firmly. She convinced herself that it did not matter, nothing mattered for the moment.

She whimpered slowly as he parted her legs, slowly, one at a time and moved down. She knew what he was going to do but it still took her by surprise.

Did princes do such a thing?

The question was answered when his tongue found what it was searching for in the valley between her legs. At the first swipe of his tongue from bottom to top, she whimpered and arched her back up. A rush of ecstasy went through her like a storm sweeping through a town, destroying all that was in its way.

He did things with his tongue, things that made her tighten her knees around him and arch herself against him, whimpering as waves of pleasure pored over her.

Roland could not wait any further when her whimpers became loud shouts, he knelt between her thighs, lifted her hips and entered her with one mighty thrust.

His mind screamed for him to be gentle but his body had a mind of its own. He was like a possessed man, pounding harder and harder as if his very life depended on it.

Sigrid lost all modesty, like an animals caught in heat she spurred him on. Every stroke, touch, kiss felt better than the last. Her cries of pleasures echoed through the walls and went out of the open window. Soon, her body started to undulate climaxing with pleasure.

She thought they were done, but Roland was not done. He flipped her over, putting her on her stomach.

He kissed her back and whispered, "Let’s do it in this position."

Before she could catch her breath, he raised her hips and entered her again, in one strong thrust. This time, her cries were muffled by the pillow in which her head was buried.

Roland wanted it to last all night along if possible, but control deserted him him, he lost himself in passion and found himself climaxing when she convulsed and tightened around him.

As strong as he was he barely stopped himself from crushing her as he collapsed next to her after such a strong eruption inside of her.

"Have I told you that you are amazing?" he asked through pants.

Sigrid was in the same condition, panting with exhaustion but she had a different question on her mind. "Where did you learn to do that with your tongue?" She turned her head and looked at him.

"Books and some live demonstrations which I have watched."

"Right." she answered, trembling still.

"Did you like it?" he turned on right side and looked at her?

"I almost broke your neck to keep you between my legs, what do you think?"

He smiled smugly and put a hand on her damp back, grazing the tips of his fingers over her skin slowly.

"Did I hurt you? It looks like I have worn you out." His smug smile widened, turning into a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and yawned, a wave of drowsiness swept over her. She was too tired to satisfy his need for arrogant satisfaction. Soon, both of them were fast asleep.

In the middle of the night, Sunny climbed into their bed and Sigrid did not even notice.