GABRIELLE

I hear the whisper of clothes being removed, and I can imagine that powerful, tall, and well-built body completely bare.

For some reason, the urge to see every inch of his skin floods my senses. I fantasize about how his manhood might look—the shape, the color, the size—and I swallow hard at the images my heated mind is conjuring.

I lower my head, feeling a little embarrassed. I need to control myself, or my scent will betray me. We’re mates, and just as that lustful aroma of apples and honey is affecting me, I know very well that he can sense my desires too.

The bond between mates is something far too serious. I don’t even know this man, yet I feel hopelessly drawn to him.

His bare footsteps echo on the tiles, and I decide to stand up and show some autonomy. I’m blind—so what? I’m not some helpless woman who can’t even take a bath on her own.

However, as I stand too quickly from the bench and take a step forward, my foot slips on the moisture created by the steam in the roo