Instead of soaring through the sky on dragon wings, Ravina decided they should ride their horses. She could spend time with her beloved Darcy, and they could partake in a spirited race, rekindling fond memories of their past competitions.
"You still want to race?" Malachi raised an incredulous brow at her. "I went easy on you last time."
"Well, I am different now. I have dragon blood coursing through my veins too," Ravina replied, a daring spark lighting her eyes.
Malachi smirked, "Is that so? Then perhaps we should raise the stakes."
Ravina chuckled. "I doubt it's a kiss you're after this time."
"I've grown more greedy with time, princess," he said, his voice dropping into a low, seductive murmur. A warm flush crept up her neck.
"And just how much more do you desire?" she ventured to ask, an enticing challenge lacing her words.
"As much as you can give of yourself," he said, his gaze holding hers captive.
