Blaze's POV
Fuck, she was perfect.
Her skin—warm, impossibly soft—was like an addiction I couldn't shake. Every inch of her seemed designed to pull me deeper into this hunger, this craving I'd never felt before.
I'd fucked a few humans in my time—strays, leftovers from the hunts—but none had ever felt like her. None had left me this restless, this desperate.
She was a treasure you never truly owned, only kept wanting more of.
And I wasn't about to let her go.
Her skin was like velvet beneath my fingers—soft, warm, maddening. Her curves fit against me as if sculpted for my hands, her breasts perfect, rising and falling with each trembling breath.
How the hell had I ever believed she was a man?
I must've been blind. Or perhaps I'd simply refused to see. But now, stripped of that illusion, she was fire and temptation incarnate.
The sounds she made—soft, breathy, filled with something wild—rushed through me like blood through dead veins. Music. Sinful, addictive music.
