Mystic_Fantasy73

[Warning: Matured Content]

"Do you want me to carry you in my heart?" 


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The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall.


He was a threat to every living being in the world...


Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared..


Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon.



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Excerpt

"We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth.

A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other.

Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire.

"I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly.

Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!"

"Why?"

"I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut.

Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her. 

He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine.

"I want you to burn me, my love,"

Married To The Last Ice Dragon

Sage climbed his body without hesitation, straddling him as she guided his erect member to her clitoris while riding him.

He put his hands on her waist as she moaned and took in his entire length.

Sage shivered as he worked his fingers up the side of her body, cupping her breasts in his hands, then smiled and bit his lips as he focused his gaze on her.

"Go faster, my love," he hissed, making her blink twice before returning his hands to her waist and controlling her waist movement.

Cyrus found it highly erotic when she pushed his hair that had fallen on her face backwards. She smirked as he scanned her with his gaze, then leaned in close and kissed him on the lips.

"You do not want me to have control, do you?" Sage inquired, rolling her eyes and rubbing her thumb against his lower lip before he could catch her lips.

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