The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 186: A moment of passion in a carriage.

Chapter 186: A moment of passion in a carriage.

Roland was more excited than a child on christmas morning. The spark in his eyes could be dampened by anything. As the carriage drove through the streets, his restless grew and he shifted from side to side, peeking out of every window every other second, asking if they had arrived.

He did it again and Sigrid pinched his ear.

"We are just picking up dogs, not discovering a new magical mine or something great like that."

Roland scratched the part of his ear which had been pinched and he cozied up to her. He had been extra affectionate since the previous night and this was round, he was no different.

"I know something you can do for me to help me calm down." he said.

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"

Roland smiled impishly, "Kiss me."

Sigrid let out an unladylike snort and attempted to push his head away but it was a futile mission. "I doubt that a kiss will calm you down. I think it will do the opposite of that."

When she raised her eyes to his face, he had already donned his knowing smile. He knew that he would get his way eventually. "I knew you would say something like that."

She shifted back and he followed. Again, she moved and he followed as well until Sigrid had her back trapped against the window on her side of the carriage. She looked at him curiously. "What do you intend to do now that you have me trapped?"

Before the miscarriage, she had always wondered if it would be the end of intimacy between them. Roland had not attempted to kiss her since then nor had he tried to initiate sex. Surprisingly, he had been respectful, allowing her to do as she pleased and exhaust her pain as she wished.

Sigrid knew that the longer she went without tending to her bedroom duties, the stronger the gap between them would grow and the queen would take advantage of it and put another woman in Roland’s bed.

The thought of another woman in his bed made her uncomfortable and it was not just because she wanted to guard her position of crown princess, future queen and future empress. Sigrid did not want to dwell on that feeling, love to her before her life was guaranteed was as useless as a GPS without signal in the middle of nowhere.

She drew herself out of the disturbing thoughts and came back to reality. It was time to bring back excitement in that part of their lives.

"And she is back ladies and gentlemen, the queen of schemers." Cosmos’s voice rung in her mind.

Ignoring it, Sigrid smiled demurely at her husband. "Your highness," she called softly, moving her hand up to his neck. "We are in a traveling carriage passing through the streets. This window is open, the only thing that is protecting our privacy is this curtain behind me. The wind is blowing the curtain, through little gaps if someone looks close enough, they can see inside. Are you sure that you want to kiss me now? Aren’t you afraid of being seen and blasted on the news." She lowered her voice and whispered, "The crown princess returns with a bang! a moment of passion in a carriage."

With a touch of amusement and shiver of excitement, Roland leaned down even closer to her. "I don’t think that I would hate it Miss Thorin." he murmured. "A moment of passion in a carriage, that sounds like something I would very much enjoy."

Roland, Sigrid had come to learn was the kind of man that thrived on risky sex. Risky in terms of where he chose to do it. It was not about being caught but almost being caught or someone knowing he was doing something naughty, especially outdoors. She was willing to bet that his manhood was already twitching.

"Miss Thorin?" She asked.

The fingers of her right hand found the buttons of his shirt and slipped through a small gap in the shirt. It was not enough, she retracted it and put it inside his shirt, touching his bare chest.

It was a simple light touch but the context was what mattered. Roland took a deep cackled breath and he nearly groaned. A fortnight without any intimacy now seemed like two years rather than two weeks.

Sigrid pinched one of his nipples and hissed, cocking his head to the right, he bit a corner of the collar of his cloak.

"Does calling me Miss Thorin excite you somehow?" She asked. "Have you imagined it before, you and me in this carriage. We are not husband and wife but a Lord and Lady in courtship. You are escorting me home after a ball where we danced together all night."

The hand she had on his shoulder moved up and caressed the back of his neck before gripping his hair. "While we were dancing, you held me close, so close that every part of my body was molded into yours, you now know the sweetness of my breath and heaviness of my breasts. And now we are in the carriage, it is sweeping through the streets wildly but our hearts are beating even wilder. We share glances, shy at first but the more we look the more we want. And then the shyness starts to fade, desire starts to bloom. When we look at each other now, we are burning hot for each other."

The story she was weaving and pictures she was painting with her words were supposed to turn him on. Sigrid had no idea that they were affecting her until she had her own voice, breathy and deep, softening more and more.

Roland moved his hand to her stomach, his touch felt warm and hot at the same time. The hand did not linger there, it trailed up to the top of Sigrid’s dress and fell on of her breasts, giving it the lightest of squeezes.

Sigrid arched her head back a little and exhaled, closing her eyes as she imagined them coming back from that party. She pictured all the things that they could do in the tiny confines of the carriage. "I wonder what you would do if I lifted my dress, parted my legs...."

As she started to continue, Roland leaned down and moaned deeply, the sound was soft, only meant for her ears.

Her lips parted.

"I ---" he leaned down further covering the remaining distance between them, "am going to kiss you now----" His lips brushed against hers. "and then I will do more."