You'll bring doom

Seeking solace, Arabella retreated to the bathroom to shake off her unease. Standing under the soothing stream of hot water, she felt Blaze's strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close.

"Blaze," she mumbled, trying to turn and face him, but he pressed her firmly against the shower wall, preventing her from moving.

"Why don't I make you feel better?" Blaze murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her shoulder as the water cascaded over their bodies. He remembered that Arabella had mentioned how hot water helped her relax.

"Yes," Arabella whispered, letting out a moan as Blaze's arousal pressed against her back.

She bit her lower lip, briefly closing her eyes before reopening them to find herself locked in Blaze's intense gaze. The lust and desire in his eyes tempted her to scream, to let him take her and make her forget everything else. But instead, she settled for a soft smile, reciprocating his gaze.

"For how long have you been staring?" she asked playfully.

"Just in case I die,"