Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 130: This is my battle

He thrusted faster, causing Sage to scream and moan uncontrollably beneath him. She continued to arch her back while biting Cyrus’ lips.

She smiled and sucked the blood from his lips before pulling away, realizing that she was motivating him by biting his lips.

Cyrus looked at her as she licked his blood from his lips in a seductive manner.

Was she attempting to seduce him?

Sage dug her fingers into Cyrus’ back as he kissed his lips on hers, thrusting faster and faster.

"Cy..ah!"

"Breathe and call my name, my love," Cyrus said quietly, letting out a low groan as he accelerated.

"Please, Cyrus..." Her eyes rolled back as she begged.

"Should I stop?" Cyrus asked, slowly sucking her lips.

"N..no." Sage mumbled heavily during the kiss.

"Faster?" Cyrus inquired as she licked her lips slowly.

"Y.. yes." Sage sighed.

"Good," Cyrus said with a deep and dark chuckle.

He broke the kiss, took her hand in his, and pinned them to the bed’s sides.

He looked at Sage, who returned his gaze with a smile on her lips and her intoxicated emerald eyes glinting.

"You are beautiful, my love," Cyrus hissed.

"Cyrus." Sage called out and raised her body, kissing him on the lips.

"Make me to hear your moans and cries. I am not going to hold back, and neither should you." Cyrus hissed, and she slowly nodded.

Cyrus began moving slowly, keeping eye contact with Sage, who let out a shaky whimper with her lips parted.

He began to speed up until he lost all self-control and turned Sage into a moaning mess.

She attempted to raise her body but was unable to do so. Her hair had splashed onto her face, and she wanted to cling to Cyrus; she tried to free her hands from his, but he had her hands firmly pinned to the bed.

She heaved for air and threw her head back, not holding back her moans as Cyrus accelerated her to cloud nine.

She let go of her hands, pulled her up, and wrapped his arms around her body, sensing that she was about to have her orgasm.

Sage buried her face in his chest and whimpered as she experienced an orgasm.

Cyrus grabbed her chin and forced her flushed face to look at him, then smiled and brushed his nose against hers.

"What a sexy parrot." He made her lie on the bed again, his voice sensually vibrating from his chest.

While thrusting into her, he placed his hands on her waist, controlling her waist movement.

Sage moaned as she shifted her hips up and down.

Cyrus pressed his body against hers and ejaculated into her, letting out a deep groan.

Sage had her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and Cyrus emerged from behind her, laying beside her, while covering their bodies with a blanket.

He drew Sage close and wrapped his arms around her, burying her face in his chest.

"Parrot," he said calmly as he stroked her hair.

Sage responded with a hum.

"Tonight, I am going to attack the Statkus mages." She gasped when he told her.

"I would like to go with you!" She screamed.

"You cannot do it. This is what I want you to do, and I need you to promise to do it." Cyrus muttered.

"You don’t want me to get involved in the battle and instead want me to stay in this room until you return. I am not going to make any promises!" She yelled.

"They want your fire core." Cyrus growled through his teeth.

"You want my fire core, and here I am." Sage ended her words with a scoff of disbelief.

"This is different." Cyrus spoke calmly, despite his dissatisfaction with Sage’s stubbornness at the time.

"I am the reason they are here, and I will assist in their defeat." Sage stood firm as she spoke.

"Three hundred people were killed between yesterday and this morning." Cyrus informed us with a deep sigh.

Sage’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to pull away from Cyrus, but he refused to budge, causing her to groan in frustration.

"I am sorry!" She exclaimed.

Cyrus sighed. "There is nothing to apologize for."

"I am not going to stay in this room! You are not going to isolate me!" Sage exclaimed.

"You prefer to remain in your room. Why are you calling it isolation now?" Cyrus inquired bluntly.

"It doesn’t matter! I am coming with you no matter what!" Sage screamed again, trying to break free from Cyrus’ grip.

Cyrus let out a long sigh, released her, hovered over her, and grabbed her shoulders with a stern expression. "Do not be stubborn." Cyrus muttered.

"Cyrus." Sage called out, a distressed pout on her face.

"Believe me when I say I am worried about you." Cyrus spoke quietly.

"But, this is my battle, not yours." Sage muttered something.

"You have no idea how worried I am, do you?" Cyrus inquired angrily.

Sage fixed her gaze on the eyes that were peering into hers.

Of course, she saw his concern, but she didn’t want him to fight her battle. She didn’t want to feel weak, and she didn’t want him to think of her as weak.

"Cyrus.."

"Enough!" Cyrus raised his voice, his eyes sharpened into their silver reptile form, and he flicked her forehead before she could react, knocking her out.

Cyrus sighed deeply. "What a tenacious parrot."

He carried her, bathed her, dressed her, and even dried and combed her hair before placing her on the bed and covering her body.

"Snow, keep an eye on her and come to me when you should." He spoke to the nine-tailed fox, who was curled up in a ball on the chair in front of the fire place.

Hearing Cyrus’ voice, his eyes opened and he stood up, allowing his tails to sway majestically.

Snowflake stared at the fire place for a while, and Cyrus dressed up before going to the nine-tailed fox and starting their eyes contest.

After a while, Cyrus broke eye contact and stood up straight, sighing deeply. "As I always tell you, I am not careless." Cyrus hissed at the fox who was staring at him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Do not stare at me; I am aware that I always want things to go my way, but who doesn’t?" Cyrus scoffs, turns away, and walks back to his bed.

He smiled as he stared at his unconscious wife. "I will be back, my Sage," Then he walked away, opening and closing the door softly behind him.