Of Fire and Smoke [BOOK ONE]

Of Fire and Smoke [BOOK ONE]

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❝You do not scare me, Lord Caspian.❞ With a quivering exhale, Arwen feels the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. Despite the cold draft in the spacious den, Caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest. The aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his skin, a tantalizing combination that sets her aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of her belly; leaving her intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. Arwen's nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of her ear. ❝You should be scared.❞ Arwen Faye, the Princess of the Jade Empire, is on the run from her tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. Following the disappearance of her family members, Arwen stands as the sole surviving royal descendant. As the unforgiving winter of the North looms closer and she finds herself without shelter, her desire for vengeance is set aside. Stranded in a dim cavern, Arwen struggles to stay warm and search for sustenance. But as she delves deeper into the cave, she unknowingly awakens a sinister creature lurking in the shadows, waiting to consume her whole.
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Her voice came out grainy. "I'm tired of being the devil's whip." She ground her teeth together. "I'm tired of killing for evil. I saw you the other night and it made me feel something I'd never felt before. The want to protect you." She looked down at her feet, her expression unfamiliar. "I've been a monster for five hundred years." She looked at me. "And when I saw you, I saw good. I saw purity." - "And what did my angel think about?" She growled. I could feel her breath in my ear. The possessiveness that clouded her burrowed into me. She bit my ear again and I sighed in pleasure. "Tell me," she demanded. "I thought about you," I admitted. My core began to throb. "And was it good?" She moved her lips down to my neck, biting the artery that beat rapidly. I swallowed. "No one has ever made me feel like you do." My voice came out husky. I couldn't take much more of this. - Camael never asked to be saved by a demon. She didn't even know that demons could be saviors. Her purpose was to do the right thing, even when it felt so wrong. Lirathis has killed her entire life. She was the Devil's whip and knew nothing except pain and destruction. Void of any emotion. Until she met Camael. Something is changing between them. Pulling them together. Wrenching them from the lives they knew. Chemistry had its own magic.

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