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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 · Fantasy
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334 Chs

Inked in desire (Part 1)

Delicately, he hoisted her skirt upward to her hip. "Hold it for me," he instructed, baring one leg. 

Dutifully, Ravina clung onto the fabric of her skirt, ensuring she didn't disrupt his ongoing artwork. This was an intense game of tease — he was exposing her, yet his touch was limited to the stroke of the brush.

Malachi could keenly perceive every subtle change in her. The rhythm of her breathing grew heavier, and the tempo of her heart's beat quickened. Her warmth, accompanied by the faint scent of arousal, wafted up to his nostrils, but he maintained his concentration on the canvas that was her skin. The contrast of the ink on her fair complexion was breathtaking — it ignited a peculiar flame within him.

The thought of her naked, adorned solely with his drawings, stirred a fervent desire in him.