Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 93: Mine!
"Cyrus.." Sage trailed groaning sleepily and began to move her body, which was pressed against his, naked beneath the covers.
Cyrus, who was wide awake, swallowed hard as the woman in his arms continued to grind on him.
His member twitched and hardened instantly, and he unwrapped his arms around her, jolting her awake but she didn’t open her eyes.
He hovered over her, and her eyes flew open, meeting his hungry gaze.
Cyrus bit his lower lip. "Are you dreaming of me?" He inquired seductively.
"Cy.."
"Spread your legs for me." He leaned in close to her and whispered. "You are not leaving this room today,"
"Are you going to stick with me?" Sage asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" Cyrus inquired, thrusting his erected member into Sage, who held her breath and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Are you seriously answering my question with a question?" Sage moaned as he thrusted into her.
"You have become an addiction." Cyrus groaningly pressed his lips against hers.
He kissed her aggressively as he thrust hard into her, leaving her completely breathless and her mind too blank to function normally.
He drew away from her lips, kissing her jaw, then removed her hand from around his neck, interlocked it with his, and pinned them to the bed.
"You can make as much noise as you want." Cyrus murmured, staring into those eyes that radiated intense desire and pleasure.
He went in faster, and the faster he went, the more control he lost. She moaned and groaned, and it sounded like songs were motivating him to go even faster.
"C.. Cryus.."
Nobody else could have her. She was meant to be with him, to be his light, and he was going to treasure, protect, and love her.
"Mine!" He groaned as she moaned loudly, and he pushed his way inside her.
"Ahhh."
Sage’s legs felt weak and slipped from his waist.
She swallowed hard, catching her breath while staring into those eyes that looked at her as if she were a precious treasure he had finally found after a long search.
When he looked at her like that, she felt even more confident, loved, and determined.
"You are stunning." Cyrus smiled brightly and whispered calmly, his dimples making him look cute.
"Cyrus.." She called slowly.
"Yes?"
"I..."
"Cyrus! Isabella is dying!" It was Duchess Charlotte.
Sage expected a reaction from Cyrus but it didn’t even look like he heard her. His focus on really on her and it was actually funny.
"You can go check her." Sage said slowly.
"Go, I have some work to do." Cyrus groaned as he emerged from her.
"Ahhh." She moaned so loudly that Charlotte, who was outside the room, could hear her.
Cyrus smirked, knowing Charlotte had noticed how busy he was, and Sage’s crimson face was just so adorable to him.
"All right, let’s go." She exhaled deeply. "Duchess Charlotte sounded so scared so it must be true."
"I didn’t say she is lying did I? I know it is not a life and death situation, so you do not have to leave so early, and the work I want to do is in here, not out there," Cyrus said abruptly, and Sage knew Cyrus was not going to let her go.
"Cyrus," she called, a slight frown on her face.
"Do not complain, you caused it, you made me lose all my self-control, and now they are so shattered that I won’t be able to live a full day without you in my arms." Cyrus stated this solemnly.
The ice dragon rendered Sage speechless.
"It is bath time." Cyrus shook his head and smiled.
.
At the far end of the bubble-filled bathing pool, Cyrus held Sage in his arms.
He washed her body patiently while smiling, and Sage did the same for him.
They exited the bathing room, their hair drenched, wearing white bathing robes.
Sage rubbed her neck where the invisible mark was and shifted her gaze to the fire place, where she gasped in surprise to see Cyrus’ demon panthers asleep and Snowflake seated on one of them.
Were they in the room the whole time?!’
"What is the problem? Do you want me to take your robe off?" Cyrus inquired casually.
Sage turned stiffly to face him. "Seriously?" In disbelief, she inquired.
"You look heavenly in that robe; I really want to take it off." Cyrus smiled and took a long step towards her.
"Yo..your guardians." Sage stuttered and paused when Cyrus grabbed her chin.
"Pay attention to me." Cyrus leaned in close to her and whispered. "How did Darren make you feel?" Cyrus asked abruptly, his eyes darkening mysteriously and tilting his head to the side.
Sage’s eyes widened as she didn’t expect him to ask that.
Why was he still thinking about it?
"You are so quick and relaxed with our intimacy, but you are still, or should I say were, a virgin." Cyrus hissed quietly.
Cyrus had taken her the previous night but why was he still bothered about Darren?
Sage’s lips parted, but before she could say anything else, he crashed his lips on hers and released her chin, grabbing the robe’s tied ropes.
"Do not respond to that." He spoke softly against her lips.
"Then why did you ask?" Sage demanded angrily. "I am not even going to ask you about Isabella or Mirabella." She scoffed in his face.
"Because you are now convinced that nothing happened between me and the twins." Cyrus sucked her lips and whispered, making her spine shiver.
"Since you Im.. imprisoned Da.. Darren you must be aw..aware of o..our relationship." Sage said in-between the kiss and gasped as Cyrus untied the robe then placed his hands around her waist and his second hand on her clit.
She let out a shaky moan as he trailed his fingers on her clit.
"Already so wet for me." He whispered and smiled against her lips.
"Your Majesty! Lady Isabella has passed away!" Outside the room, it was General Samuel.
