Inside the space of Sage's private laboratory, the only warmth came from the two figures entangled in the high-backed console chair.

The air, usually crisp with the scent of ozone and sterilized metal, was now thick with a heady mix of Sage's lavender perfume, sweat, and raw, primal arousal.

Sage was a vision of seductive control as she swung a leg over Zaeryn with unhurried confidence, sliding down until she was fully astride him. Her knees bracketed his hips like a deliberate cage, pressing them together in a charged closeness that left no room for doubt.

She leaned in just enough for him to feel the warmth of her body, her every movement radiating control. Her back arched ever so slightly, violet eyes glinting with mischief, the faint rustle of fabric and the brush of skin against skin amplifying the tension between them.

Her silver lab coat was a discarded pool of white on the floor. Her black dress was hiked high around her waist, the fabric a stark contrast to the pale skin of her thighs. She moved with a raw, powerful rhythm, her back arched even more as her lips mapped a fiery path down his neck.

"Gods, I've missed this," Sage murmured against his skin, her voice a sensual whisper.

Her hands moved over his body with the efficient, demanding curiosity of a scientist finally getting her hands on a breakthrough prototype, while her full hips began a slow, deliberate grind against the hard ridge straining his trousers. The friction sent a jolt of pure heat through him.

"Me too," Zaeryn's voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into the seductive curve of her hips, pulling her down impossibly closer onto his straining length. He tilted her chin up, capturing her mouth in a deep, searing kiss that tasted of her and something electric.

With a soft moan, Sage took control. Her hands slid to his shoulders for leverage as her hips picked up the pace, riding him with a deliberate, powerful rhythm against the rigid proof of his arousal that made the high-end ergonomic chair creak in protest.

The buttons of his uniform were already undone, and she shifted, her hands working at the clasp of his trousers, finally seeking the heat she'd been tormenting.

Outside, the elevator doors hissed shut behind Cassia Stellan, the silence of the executive corridor amplifying the sharp, authoritative click of her heels. Princess Valerie's visit had been an unexpected complication, but a manageable one. Now, she was here to collect her daughter.

She waved a hand over the access panel to Sage's private lab.

[ACCESS DENIED: LOCKED]

When the security matrix rejected her clearance with a cold, digital pulse, her gaze fell to the small, glowing glyph etched into the doorframe, the chime. She pressed her thumb to its surface. A soft, melodic tone echoed into silence down the corridor, a notification no doubt flashing unanswered on Sage's console.

She tried twice more, her patience thinning with each silent beat. Still no answer.

A frown creased her brow. 'Is Sage not in?' With an impatient sigh, she keyed in her override code, and the lab doors slid open with a whisper.

When she was in, the scene that greeted her was one of shadows and sin.

In the center of the room, backlit by the cool blue glow of the main console, was the high-backed chair. Sage was on top of her boyfriend, her dress hiked up to her waist, her silvery hair fanned out across her shoulders.

Her back was to the door, her full lips parted in a breathless whimper as she rode him with a deliberate, powerful pace. "Nghh." Moans filled the room, erotic and filled with pleasure.

Cassia could see the powerful flex of Zaeryn's thighs as he thrust upwards, his hard cock disappearing into Sage's wet pussy with each deep, deliberate stroke.

Sage's hips moved in perfect sync, meeting his thrusts with equal intensity, her pussy clenching around him as she was fucked brainless right there on the desk. There was no mistaking the raw, primal passion between them, and it was happening right in her own lab. Cassia definitely had a problem with it.

"Oh, goddess... Zaeryn... right there," she panted, her voice a husky blend of command and surrender. Her fingers clawed at his chest, urging him on.

Zaeryn was beneath her, head thrown back against the chair, his uniform in disarray. His own hands gripped her hips, thrusting upward to meet her. "You feel so fucking good, Sage," he growled, his voice raw. "Like you were made… for me." He reached up, cupping her full breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

Lost in their world, they were oblivious. Their moans, particularly Sage's, had filled the room, drowning out the sound of the door.

Cassia stood frozen. A cold, sharp sound, a choked gasp of pure, unadulterated disgust, escaped her lips. Her daughter. Her brilliant, strategic, perfect daughter, riding this... boy... in her own lab like some common tramp. She looked so deviant and nothing like the elegant daughter she had raised. "Sage!"

The name was a whipcrack in the heated air.

Sage's violet eyes snapped open. Her movements stuttered to a halt. As she slowly turned her head, her gaze locked onto her mother's rigid form in the doorway. For a split second, pure, animal shock flashed across her face.

Then, something shifted.

Zaeryn froze completely, shock taking over as his head whipped around to meet Cassia's glacial stare. "What the… hell.."

'How did she get here? Why is she here?' The questions hammered in his mind, a chaotic jumble of disbelief. The lab door had been locked; her presence was an impossibility. To say he was shocked would be a gross understatement. No, this wasn't a shock anymore; it was something far colder, something primal.

He exchanged looks with Sage. "What is she doing here? I thought you locked the door."

"I did." Sage answered.

Zaeryn sighed, still laying on his back. He found this moment awkward, however he was far from being ashamed. Although knowing who cassia was, he was a bit scared.

The reason for his fear was absolute, seeing Sage's mother glare at him with that look, a glacial, burning fury that promised consequences he couldn't begin to fathom. The horror of being caught, of her eyes drilling into him while he was still buried deep inside her Sage, was a unique and profound kind of terror.

He started to sit up, but Sage's hands on his shoulders pressed him back down, keeping him right where he was, still buried deep inside her.

The shock on Sage's face melted away, replaced by a slow, wicked, and utterly defiant smirk. She didn't pull away. She didn't scramble off him. Instead, she settled her hips more firmly down, her pussy clenching around his dick in a silent, possessive claim.

The added pressure made Zaeryn hiss through his teeth, the unexpected sensation a mix of pleasure and pure panic.

Cassia's gaze slid from her daughter's defiant face to the man still buried inside her, and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.

"Mom," Sage said, her voice still breathy but now dripping with challenge. "What are you doing here?"

For Sage, she wasn't ashamed of this.

"Lady Cassia, uh…" Zaeryn tried to speak with her, "What brings you…. here?" he asked, having nothing much to say really.

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