Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 158 - 158: Love...don't worry. Only one round

"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" Zane hugged her tightly, repeating the words, his voice rich with elation and his eyes twinkling.

Cyra held him and smiled, happy from seeing the joy on his face, it was worth it. But as his body rubbed against hers, her eyes darkened.

"Love, hold still, or you won't be able to learn tomorrow," she whispered in a warning, sultry tone.

Zane, too excited to catch her meaning, continued squirming against her, lost in thought of tomorrow. He froze, however, when Cyra's hands trailed around his waist, going lower.

Swallowing hard, he tried to untangle himself, but it was already too late.

"Ah…no! I need to learn tomorrow!" Zane shouted as Cyra swept him off his feet and carried him upstairs.

He struggled, but he didn't know he was making the situation worse.

"Love…don't worry. Only one round." Cyra said in a persuading tone; Zane didn't believe for a second. The last time she'd said that he'd been unable to get out of bed for days.

Before he could think of a way out, he was already dropped onto the bed. He cursed her vampire speed.

She loomed above him, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she took in his pouting, angry eyes. Her gaze darkened further.

She kissed his eyes, trailing slowly down to his lips, biting and sucking on them

"Love…you don't know what you do to me, hmm? I missed your taste… and touched these past three days," Cyra murmured between kisses. Her lips moved to his neck, where she bit his ear softly.

Zane's breath grew erratic, his white pupils already growing darker from desire. Cyra's hot tongue slid over his neck, sending tingling shocks down his spine before her fangs sank into his skin. As she drank, a thin trail of blood ran down his neck.

Zane's eyes were moist, his cheeks flushed red, with blood trailing down his neck. This erotic sight stimulated Cyra.

Hardening her fingernails, she tore his clothes away, discarding the scraps onto the floor. She stripped herself next and used her clothes to tie his hands above his head.

Licking her lips, she gazed at him, spread out like a feast. Her hands trailed over his body slowly, his muscles tensing under her touch, his eyes brimming with anticipation as he momentarily forgot his earlier concerns.

Cyra straddled his waist, leaning forward so her breasts brushed against his chest. Zane tried to reach for her, but his tied hands stopped him.

Her tongue trailed over the blood on his neck, licking it clean before leaving a wet trail down to his chest.

Locking eyes with him, she took one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking hard, while her fingers teased the other.

"Mm…"

Soft moans left Zane's lips, his hands straining against the binds. Cyra gripped his wrists to stop him, then captured his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

"Mmm…" Zane moaned into her mouth as Cyra's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him deliberately. His toes curled with pleasure as Waves of heat washed over him. Blood continued to trickle from his neck, fueling her desire.

Directing his cock into her warmth, they both sighed as she sank onto him; drinking his blood, she moved in slow motion, taking and sucking him deeper into her walls.

As she moved, her pace quickened, the sounds of their joint flesh filling the room.

"Pah~ Pah~" their moans mingled in the air as the moonlight streamed in, casting their entwined shadows on the wall.

By the time they stopped, Zane had lost count of how many rounds they'd gone through. His body was completely numb, unable to move a finger, and his voice was hoarse from screaming.

Cyra glanced at him, guilt flickering in her eyes as she met his accusatory gaze. She carried him to the bathroom, soaking him in warm water and washing him gently.

After changing the bedsheets, she laid him down and massaged his waist and thighs until he fell asleep under her care.

In his dreams, Zane made a mental note never to trust her promises again.

In the staff quarters, Micheal lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts lingered on Cyra's face, and his heart thudded loudly in his chest.

"He wants her…" She had everything he'd ever wanted in a woman—beauty, power, and an aura of distinction.

Ever since attending one of his father's art gallery auctions, Michael had viewed the world differently.

He watched the way women squandered money as nothing; the tasteful expensive jewelries that adorned their husband's necks.

The respect that comes with their social standing, he watched his father bow in respect to those women, and something woke up in him. He doesn't want to be like the rest of the crowd bowing, he wants to be the one they bow to.

His thoughts drifted back to Cyra. There was a woman with true power. He wanted her, and he would get her.

Smiling to himself, Michael closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.