Chapter 21: Proof of consumation.
Roland stopped his hand from moving, let go of Sigrid's other hand and scrambled away from her as if she was on fire. The discipline which he had from many years of training overcame the momentary desire he was feeling, suppressing it completely.
He felt a dash of disgust with himself, he had declared that he would never touch her body and yet her enchanting beauty had captivated him, making him forget that she was still Sigrid Thorin, the worst woman in Eldoria.
So what if she was an excellent fighter, she had many other flaws.
"What a hypocrite, it satisfies me to know that you do not find my body repellent, there is some hope for those royal heirs after all." Sigrid laughed.
Roland clenched his jaw and he glared at her. Unbothered, Sigrid got up and removed what was left of her wedding dress. All that was left on her body was a short silk cream negligee.
She was deliberately slow when she undressed, making it obvious that she was seducing him. It gave her great satisfaction to see his eyes pop wide open and his breath catch in his throat.
No matter how much control he had, Sigrid knew that at some point the flood gates would burst open and he would come out of his prison. Which man would be willing to go back into prison after getting out?
If Emmah was a pure angel, the she, Sigrid would be the shameless seductive succubus, enchanting him to a point of no return.
She stretched her arms, pushing her breasts up and she moaned coquettishly.