Blood And Fire: A Forbidden Legacy

“Take one more step and I’ll burn you where you stand." He merely smirks at my warning as he walks towards me, his steps slow, deliberate... teasing. “You say it like you mean, and yet somehow… I know you don’t." "Don't test me!" I warn, my back hitting the wall. “Do you hate me so much… Wife?" He rests a hand on the wall beside my head before his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. His face dips into the curve of my neck, causing me to shiver. "Because quite on the contrary, I've missed you... " *** What's worse than being born as the fourth princess of a Dragon-Born family? Being born with a peculiar appearance and no powers? No, that's easy. What's worse is when you're shipped off to marry a man you've never met, for the safety of your people. A man rumoured to be death himself. ~~~ Mirelah’s life was simple. As the youngest of four sisters—and the weakest, born without the magical power of her dragon-born lineage—her only duty was to be the perfect princess. She followed every rule. Never spoke out of turn, mastered the art of grace, and perfected nearly every class. She accepted and appreciated the fact that she would never get to bear the heavy weight of a queen's crown. However, that dream crashed when an unexpected marriage proposal arrived for her from the most powerful kingdom in the realm. Forced into a union with a bloodcrafting prince she has never met, Mirelah is thrown into a world of secrets, curses, and treacherous plots. She discovers that her mysterious husband is CURSED, and she so happens to be the cure to her husband’s vicious curse... Battling to survive the new, dark world of another kingdom, Mirelah must fight to hold on to who she is... and maybe even discover new things about herself. What if her peculiar appearance has always been a pointer to the dangerous power that lay dormant within her? What if she was the true Mother of Dragons prophesied of in legends aeons ago? What if her husband's curse was the key to unlocking her powers? And what if the both of them shared a connection that ran deeper than they could ever imagine? A connection that made them a deadly combination that was never meant to mix. ***** “How sad. I didn’t miss you." I lie, trying to break free from his grip, but his hold on me tightens. “You didn’t?" He purrs into my ear, brushing his lips against my earlobe before catching it between his teeth. I gasp as I involuntarily grip his shoulders. He chuckles, “Let’s see how much you didn’t miss me." His fingers ignite sparks as they travel up my thighs, and I shut my eyes as I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I should stop him. I should shove him away, and stand my ground. Send him away for what he’s done… But I can’t. “You’re soaking wet, Mirelah…" He says in a sultry whisper. "Let me fix that."