Blaze's POV
I came back just as she was showering—her front to me, eyes closed, completely unaware of my presence.
Fuck.
She was every inch a girl.
And fuck, was she beautiful.
The water streamed down her curves, highlighting the perfect swell of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin. She was delicate—but not weak. Her body was built for me, made to be taken, marked, owned.
A deep hunger clawed at my insides, my restraint dangling by a thread.
Then—she opened her eyes.
We locked gazes.
And in an instant, her entire body tensed. Panic. Shame. Fear.
Cute.
She scrambled, arms crossing over herself, trying to hide her nudity. As if she could hide from me.
I smirked, holding out the toothbrush.
"Brush. Now."
Her eyes flickered to the clothes I had brought, desperate to cover herself, but before she could even move—
I was there.
Too fast. Too close.
I snatched the clothes before she could reach them, holding them just out of her grasp.
