Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 90: Let me worship you my love

Sage entered the room, and her gaze was drawn to the bed, where Snowflake was sleeping.

"Cyrus." She called, closing the door behind her.

Even with the fireplace lit, the room was colder than usual. The wind was quite strong, causing the drapes covering the windows to sway from side to side.

Her steps were slow as she looked around the room, and her gaze was drawn to the balcony as she walked towards it, where she saw Cyrus relaxing his back against the railing with his eyes closed.

The wind caused his hair to sway majestically, and his baggy shirts to blow as well, making him look very attractive at the time.

The night sky was devoid of stars and moons, and it was obscured by slightly grey clouds.

"Cyrus." She called again and came to a halt in front of him.

"Are you done?" Cyrus asked flatly, without opening his eyes.

"Done?" Sage was perplexed.

"You embraced him." Cyrus said, his brow furrowed in disgust.

"What?" Sage inquired, perplexed.

"You mentioned that you finally have someone." Cyrus said again, this time with rage in his voice and his eyes flew open.

Sage understood him the moment he said that statement. And the way he looked at her as if he wanted to lock her up. He gave her goosebumps.

"You are jealous?" Sage asked and took another step towards him.

"Do you think I like seeing you embrace someone?" Cyrus asked angrily.

"You are jealous!" Sage exclaimed with a giggle.

Cyrus titled his head to the side and immediately pulled Sage by her arm, drew her close to him and wrapped his arms around her.

"I see you are enjoying this." Cyrus whispered his eyes peering into her star filled eyes.

"Of course I am." Sage laughed.

"Will you mind if I "accidentally" kill anyone you hug?" Cyrus asked abruptly, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

Sage gasped. "Are you serious?!" She then frowned.

"I am, and I have never been so serious in my life. I will cut off their arms and legs the moment you embrace them." Cyrus responded coolly.

"Cyrus!" She gasped and he smiled sweetly at her showing off his dimples.

"No contact with anyone except me whether man or woman, brother or sister, father or mother, I do not care." He whispered and kissed her on the forehead.

Sage’s mind immediately went blank, and when she looked at him, she saw passion in those ice blue eyes.

"You are not going to be able to control me." Despite being caught off guard by the forehead kiss, she managed to say.

"I am not controlling you; I am just telling you what I am going to do if someone touches what belongs to me." Cyrus stated with a genuine smile that he held something sinister.

"Then I am going to do the same to anyone you come into contact with. I will cut off their hands, even if it is a handshake." Sage spoke sternly, then smiled brightly, displaying her pearly whites.

"Of course," Cyrus chuckled.

Sage shook her head. "You are so absurd, Cyrus Dragos," She said and relaxed her head on his chest.

"You are so interesting, Sage parrot Dragos," Cyrus teased and Sage rolled her eyes.

"Sage parrot Dragos?" She asked with disbelief.

"Yes, it is a very unique name." Cyrus chuckled and embraced her, closing his eyes shut. "Just like you." He whispered.

Sage smiled also closing her eyes. "Absurd," she muttered.

Cyrus’ eyes suddenly flew open, they turned into their silver reptile like form and sharpened dangerously.

"Do you feel safe with me?" He suddenly asked and Sage opened her eyes widening it in shock.

"Getting too, If I do not feel safe with you, I wouldn’t be here with you." She replied calmly.

"Would you rather kill yourself than be with me?" He asked again.

"No." Sage replied with a deep sigh.

"Would you like to carry me in your heart?" He asked again, his voice lighter.

Sage swallowed hard, snuggling comfortably in his arms. "Do you want me to carry you in my heart?"

"I want you to carry me in your heart." Cyrus whispered and smiled.

"Why?" Sage had to ask.

"You make me feel normal, you make me feel emotions I never expected to feel, you make me seek warmth and you drive me insane." Cyrus revealed calmly, and his every word made Sage’s heart skip a beat.

He unwrapped his arm from around her, and she drew away, staring at him.

His eyes gradually returned to their ice blue form, and he placed his hands on her waist, drawing her in closer and pressing their bodies against each other.

"I crave you more than you realise, and whenever I resist you, my desire for you grows stronger. I will admit that I am scared; a being who wants to kill his wife wants all of her. Her heart, soul, and, most importantly, her body." He raised her chin and kissed her on the lips. "You can have all of me; you are already the one I see whenever I close my eyes; in my dark dreams, I see the light that is you." He said against her lips and drew away as she shivered breathlessly, his every word making her feel like a treasure.

He smirked seductively as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Do you know what I intend to do to you?" He inquired.

"Tell me," Sage said, his voice trembling slightly.

Cyrus moved his fingers around her jaw and down to her neck, feeling her goosebumps.

Sage exhaled a shaky breath.

"I want to pour my desire on you Sage, every movement of yours affects me, it is as if you’re a goddess and I am a worshipper created to worship you. I want to touch and taste every part of you, kiss those lavish heart-shaped lips, and thrust into you while your breasts are cupped in my hands." His voice was deep, dark, and hungry, and it ignited a fire in Sage.

His fingers came to a halt at the side of her neck where he bit her and the mark appeared, which he immediately caressed.

Cyrus rendered Sage speechless by forcing her to swallow hard.

"Let me worship you my love," He hissed and crashed his lips on hers.