"She is asleep. Let her be," Cyrus told Kyle, and the two men covered their mage's body and walked out of the room.
Kyle looked around, a smirk stretching on his lips when he saw the shocked faces of Cyrus's subordinates, who were probably wondering what another half-naked man was doing with their king in their princess's room.
He shook his head.
It was clear Cyrus needed to clear the air surrounding them by telling the truth to his people sooner or later.
Once they reached the office, Kyle settled on the couch, cracking the bones in his neck, his hand reaching for his mark that he forced Amelia to give him when he was about to orgasm inside her.
It was too strenuous for the girl, but what was even more laborious for them was to control their urge to mark her, to ravage her like a beast, to fuck her until she lost her sanity and they reached her end limit.
