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Touch of Flame

He is a threat to her existence. A hot-blooded dragon of Royal blood, King Malachi is taken hostage by the humans he despises so much. Deprived of his freedom, he is imprisoned in a dark cave, his rage growing with each day of torture and humiliation. The only light he sees comes in the form of a human female, offering her care. A woman who makes him burn with equal fury and desire. A woman who has no place in his heart or mind, for only one thought sustains him. Vengeance! And even if her kindness softens his heart and her touch sets his body aflame, she will not be spared his wrath. Because once he breaks the chains of slavery, he will burn down her whole world. She is the key to his freedom. The cold-hearted princess Ravina is a woman with a mission. Eradicate the dragon race from the face of earth. But when she finds out that the very creatures who killed her parents could also be the ones who kidnapped her sister, she has no choice but to change her plans. To find her sister, she must get closer to the creature she despises. But things don’t always go as planned and soon Ravina ends up finding more than she bargained for. Caught in a battle between humans and dragons, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, Ravina must make every choice with caution. And with every step she takes closer to the fiery beast, she risks melting the ice surrounding her heart and being consumed by the flames of fury and passion.

JasmineJosef · Fantasie
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Good night, Sweet morning

Nazneen felt like she laying on a grass field on a warm summer day. No. She was floating on clouds, flying and basking in the soft rays of morning sun. No. Not even that. This is much more… she couldn't find the right words but it didn't matter. 

She curled her legs up, her stomach still fluttering as she rested her head on Ares's lap. She wasn't sure what this meant yet but she didn't want to spoil the moment by asking. Instead, she wanted to revel in this newfound intimacy between them and enjoy it as long as possible. 

As she hugged his thigh, she could feel Ares's hand gently stroking her hair, his fingers threading through the dark locks, brushing against her ear and the side of her neck. She closed her eyes with a sigh, hearing the fire crackle in the hearth, the steady rise and fall of his chest and feel the warmth of his body. 

Ares's fingers continued to play across her skin in a comforting way.  "You are not sleeping yet," he spoke softly.