A Hunger Most Dark: A Urekai Story: Once His Bully, Now His Slave (A Dark Romance Fantasy)

The curse of hating touch, yet drowning myself in it anyway. She began to move, but neither fast nor hard enough. But more of the enemy littered the ground than the sentinels. By evening, the worst effects of the heat-inducing drug had finally faded, and only heat recovery remained, still painful, but no longer overwhelming.