Touch of Flame-Chapter 180 Friction

Nazneen regretted immediately getting under the covers naked with Ares. The temptation was too much as he pulled her closer, pressing her body into his. He was freezing cold but instead of flinching away, she melted into him. He pressed her full breasts against his hard flat chest and her lips parted at the delicious friction that made her nipples stiffen as his chest moved against hers.

He breathed harshly, still shivering, and dug his fingers into her waist. His fingertips and toes were the coldest and he sought warmth from her flesh. She took one of his hands and placed it between her thighs, knowing which body parts were hottest.

Oh, sweet torment. She curled her toes as he sighed. Her inside grew tight, his hand so close to where she ached to have him. Then he grasped her and a silent moan left her lips, as sparks of heat went straight to her core. She clasped her thighs together tightly and then rubbed them against each other fueling her arousal while warming him.

What was she doing?

He moved the other hand around her and placed it between the mattress and her body. While she was burning, he was still looking for ways to get warm. God, she stopped rubbing his hand against her thighs. She was already throbbing with need.

When she stopped, his hand was still for a moment but then moved up, causing her thighs to tense and clasp together to prevent him from going further. If he touched her now, she would want him inside of her right after. She would not be able to think before that. But he was cold so his body wouldn’t even be in the state to do such a thing even if he wanted to.

Nazneen tried to warm the rest of him with her hand. She rubbed his shoulder and then moved down to his arm. Arms she would love to have around here. His skin was different from that of dragon males. It wasn’t as thick and she could easily feel the blood rushing through his thick veins.

When she marked him, with either her nails or fangs, it would be more visible on his skin. A different ache settled in her stomach.

Her hand went to his back, rubbing his shoulder blades, moving down and fighting as images of him on top of her with her nails in his back graced her mind. This wasn’t helping at all. And then she reached his bottom, wanting to keep touching him but he was still wearing the towel. It was better that way. She stopped.

His shivering had calmed a little and his breath became steadier. But her own breathing and heartbeat were now unsteady. He moved his hand away from between her body and the mattress and his arm came around her again and pulled her closer, causing her nippled to graze his skin. A jolt of pleasure electrified her body and she bit back a moan.

“Ares,” she breathed against his shoulder, her voice suppressed with need. Touch me, she wanted to beg when the hand between her thighs moved upward. Her breath hitched when she realized he wasn’t stopping and then he touched her aching flesh.

“Ah..” she arched against him and he pulled her head back even further by grasping her hair. She was surprised because she didn’t smell any arousal but his lips were already on her neck.

His fingers moved between her wet folds and she whimpered. “Ares?!” She called surprised, shifting away from his touch but she ended up with her back against his. His hand was still between her legs and the other came around her chest, his forearm pressing against one breast and his hand cupping the other. Not too forceful but not gentle either. His fingers found the hard tip and tweaked it gently.

Nazneen threw her head back with a moan and his mouth found her arched neck again. He sucked at her flesh as if wanting to eat her. She didn’t mind but was confused by the lack of scent of arousal. Why was he doing this? Yet, she couldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. She became helpless to this feeling, to the sweet friction between her legs, to the tease of his fingers on her breast and his hot mouth right where her pulse was beating wildly. She was lost but then slowly she smelled it.

The scent of arousal. It was faint but also different. It was compelling. Euphoric. It drove her closer to the edge causing her body to twist in his hold. She needed him to increase the rhythm of his strokes or she would die slowly.

“Ares!” She called breathless, then felt the graze of sharp teeth against her neck. She shivered.

Humans didn’t have such teeth but… sea demons did. He was hungry for something else. She had heard that Marozaks drink human blood but she wasn’t human so…? She was confused but if he wanted to sink those fangs in her she didn’t mind and since she was a dragon he could take much more blood. If he liked it.

Reaching behind, her fingers went into his hair. Cold. He was still out so how could his mouth be so hot against her skin? His fangs found the pulse in her neck and his tongue coated her skin wet before they pierced into her skin. She let out a cry, fisting his hair at the delicious prickle of pain. His hold on her breast tightened as he sucked the blood from her neck.

Nazneen closed her eyes and bit her lips when his fingers began to work between her legs again, increasing the rhythm to the speed she wanted. A deep groan came from his lips as he continued to drink. Nazneen lost her breath, twisting her body again to the unbearable tension that kept building inside of her. Her body became one tight knot of muscle waiting to be undone.

“Oh…”

She waited… and waited… as he continued to torment her to the point where her muscles were painfully tense and then with the last stroke she became undone. A deep cry came from her lips and her body convulsed. She felt his tongue lick and stream blood running down her neck as he released her.

She had experienced pleasure many times before but she couldn’t remember it being this intense. Her insides kept clenching and unclenching for a while sending tremors down her legs. Once she was stable she turned around to see him. He was already asleep.

Nazneen stared. The warmth had returned to his skin, his lips were pink again and his cheeks slightly flushed. She reached for him, touching his cheek. He was warm. His heart and breath were normal again. She saw a flash of glowing teal-blue scales on his arm.

God, he was a Marozak. A sea demon was her breedmate. How? She never heard such a thing before. Marozaks were known to mix with humans but never dragons and clearly, he didn’t mind dragon blood. 𝐟𝓇ℯ𝒆we𝒃𝘯𝒐νe𝑙.co𝚖

She also noticed he had much fewer scars on his body. He healed. Only the very old ones remained. Maybe it was like dragon blood. The magic healed tried to heal the scars as soon as the injury was inflicted so maybe the old ones were not detected as an injury. The one his face remained. A little cut under his left eye that also cut the arch of his brow.

She liked it. It suited him although the fact that he had a cut so close to his eyes made her cringe. He could have lost the eye. It would be such a waste since his eyes were the most alluring thing she had ever seen.

Her mind wandered back in time. She often had humans around her but she never paid attention to them. She didn’t even pay attention to most dragons. It was what he hated the most about her.

The damned witch.

“One day you will be begging for attention,” he had told her once.

Was this it? She was begging in some way. Shamelessly.

She always had people’s attention. She was purebred, beautiful, and a princess. The only one who didn’t give her any attention was her father. He wanted a son. A purebred female could not challenge a purebred male to rule over all dragons because tradition chose the oldest purebred male to be the ruler of all dragons.

Her father had tried for many years to impregnate a purebred female but kept failing until he found her mother. It was a success except she was a female. Now she was only good for breeding. Her job was to find a purebred male and reproduce but Nazneen wanted to find her breedmate.

“Your wish is to find your breedmate, isn’t it?” The witch had asked her when he locked her up. “Don’t worry. He will come and find you. I hope until then you have done some self-reflection.” And with that, he had left her surrounded by dark walls instead of attention.