<h4>Chapter 20: A not so typical wedding night....2</h4>
Before her hand coulde down, something in her warned her to stop and she did because she was never one to ignore her instincts.
Her hand was hovering slightly above his cheek when she noticed that his eyes were open and the scowl on Rnd''s face had returned with a vengeance and his mood was dark, darker than the feathers of a raven.
He growled like a bear and reached his hands out, Sigrid was not sure if his intention was to shove her away or pull her down and strangle her. Either way, both options were not very attractive to her at the moment.
Reacting out of sheer instinct, she drew her hand back and brought it down to defend herself. Rnd rolled away, the punchnded on the mattress but her right leg was grabbed out of the blue.
She moved quickly, aiming her fists at his midsection and sessfully got one hit in, he let go of her leg and she sat up, locking eyes with him.
A silent mutual understanding passed between them, thick tension grabbed a hold of the air as they faced each other, a challenge wasid down.
Sigrid moved first, attacking Rnd with precise strikes using her hands and feet expertly, better than most of the knights in the kingdom. Rnd responded to each attack with perfect defense, protecting the weak and important parts of his body.
He did not stop at defending, he also attacked her, increasing the brutality as the fight went on for longer than he thought. He had brushed off her words when she said she could match him in closebat and he wasing to realize that she was right.
As the fight intensified, so did the emotions and parts of their clothing were ripped like his shirt and the lower half of her wedding dress.
The sound of their breathing became hoarse and louder as they shed like enemies, everything was a weapon so they crushed the furniture and broke the porcin. Their shoes and even the food which had been ced on the table prior to their arrival were thrown and and forth.
Outside the bedroom, the servants and wounded knights whose pride Cosmos had shattered listened to the ruckus in wonder. The soundsing from the bedroom were very questionable, to their ears, husband and wife in the bedroom were consummating.
All of the white knights had a few questions on their minds, beginning with why the crown prince that hated his wife was willing to sleep with her? Even though she had forcefully captured him, engaging in rtions was a different story, she could not force him, she was a woman after all.
There were those that were snickering and giggling, the crown prince was a man after all and his wife was very beautiful, it was not surprising that he had fallen victim to her her charms. However, weren''t they going at it a little too roughly? At this rate, the crown princess would be broken into two pieces.
Inside the bedroom, the fight was still ongoing but most of the rage had been removed and it had been reced with a different emotion that neither one could put a hand on.
Rnd grabbed onto the back of Sigrid''s head and her hair came undone, she threw her head back, headbutting him right on the nose. He groaned and grabbed her waist, throwing her down on the mattress with force,nding on top of her.
"Stop moving." he roared.
He was having some difficulties, a certain part of his body seemed to be responding in an unexpected way.
Sigrid sneered, if she stopped moving, who knew if she would lose her head, she was not taking any chances. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms moved upwards, she wanted to wrap them around his neck and squeeze.
Rnd caught them before they could reach, with one hand, he imprisoned both of her hands. Sigrid was not reconciled, she moved her head from side to side and wriggled.
"Let go of me you mad man." she struggled.
"I said stop moving or else this fight will take on a very different direction." Rnd warned for he was running out of patience.
Sigrid could see that the fight in him had dissipated, the scowl was gone. She stopped moving, her body came to a standstill and she locked eyes with him once more. They were both breathing heavily, sweat glistening on the exposed parts of their bodies.
They had both given the fight their very best, not knowing that it would push them to their limits.
"I win." she dered.
Rndughed through ragged breaths, she was clearly crazy. How had she won when he did not use his magic in the fight? If he had, she would not have had a choice to get close to him.
"Even if you use magic, I will still win." Sigrid dered.
He frowned, her words were right on time, just when he thought about using magic during their fight. Had she read his mind or guessed?
"You can let go of me now." She told him.
It seemed she was just as impatient as he was only now, he was not that eager to let go of her. Rnd was a man that enjoyed a good fight and she had just proved that she could be a great partner for sparring. This useless woman actually had something to offer besides her beauty.
When he thought about her beauty he admitted it reluctantly, his wife was exquisite but he had never taken the time to observe her so closely before. If her neediness and crooked ways were stripped away, she was not so bad, hell she was more beautiful than the Winchester girl whose beauty was wide spread beyond the mountains of Eldoria.
If they stood side by side, Portia Winchester would fade into the background. Sigrid''s skin was wless except for the little ck mole on the tip of her nose.
Her eyes were clear, green and fierce, presenting a challenge that he wanted to take on, her lips...his eyes trailed down before he could fully formte a thought on her lips.
She was his wife, what would be the harm in getting a small taste of the beckoning full lips?
For a moment, Rnd seemed to forget how much he loathed her and thought about some of the pleasures she could give him, things that Benjamin had so shamelessly told him to try out when the opportunity came.
Rnd''s free hand moved of it''s own ord, snaking around Sigrid''s waist.
"You lunatic, are you actually aroused?" Sigrid blurted out?