In the morning, Lilith was showered and felt a little more in control. Okay, not so much “in control” as she was still blissed out from how amazing Blaze had been in bed last night. It was more than just the physical pleasure, though. She felt like they have finally become one. The shower shut off and Blaze stepped out, wiping out any of her coherent thought. She’d seen him naked, but there was something about seeing him standing in her bathroom, water droplets navigating the peaks and valleys of his torso, his hair plastered back, his silver eyes framed by dark spiked lashes, which simply made her stop breathing. Staring at himself through the mirror, Blaze rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I need to shave.” “You look better like this. I like it this way.” Lilith found herself saying. Those deep silver eyes darkened as they roved over her towel-wrapped body. “I know.” Something strangely familiar stirred within her as butterflies fluttered in her belly. “Hand me a towel?” The urge
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