Little witch

The Care of A Wolf

Adeline's POV

Adeline felt the bond between her and Blaze pulse in a way that sent warmth radiating through her chest. After finishing the last of her breakfast, Blaze had made her drink juice, holding the cup to her lips with such care that it left her feeling both cherished and slightly embarrassed. He hadn't let her lift a finger, his eyes fixed on her as though he were memorizing every detail of her face, every move she made.

Once she finished, Blaze set the cup down and looked at her with a glint in his eye. "Can I bathe you?" he asked, his voice low but filled with a primal need.

Adeline's breath caught in her throat. The request wasn't just about cleaning her—it was about more. It was Blaze's way of showing his devotion, of taking care of her in the most intimate ways possible. She hesitated, feeling a rush of nerves. The idea of him seeing her so vulnerable, so exposed, made her stomach twist with both anxiety and something deeper, more primal.

"I... um..." she started, unsure how to respond.

Blaze, sensing her hesitation, leaned closer, his eyes softening. "Please," he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. "I want to take care of you. Every part of you. Let me."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

The moment she agreed, Blaze's entire demeanor shifted. His possessiveness was there, but it was wrapped in something deeper—his need to care for her, protect her, make sure she was comfortable in every possible way. He gently helped her stand, and before she could even fully process what was happening, he was leading her to the bathroom.

The room was warm and steamy as Blaze started filling the tub, the sound of running water soothing. But Adeline's heart raced as she stood there, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. When he turned back to her, his eyes were filled with an intensity that made her breath catch.

Blaze moved slowly, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. "Let me," he said softly, his voice low with desire but controlled, careful.

Adeline hesitated again, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself as he gently lifted the fabric over her head. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she felt her skin being exposed, and before she could stop herself, her hands moved to cover her chest, a wave of shyness crashing over her.

Blaze's eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He didn't like that—her hiding from him. His hands gently but firmly took hold of her wrists, moving them away from her body.

"Don't hide from me, little witch," he said, his voice a mix of possessiveness and frustration. "You are mine, and I want to see you. All of you."

Adeline's heart pounded in her chest as his words sank in. His gaze wasn't one of lust but of pure adoration, as though he was looking at something sacred. Her blush deepened, but she allowed her arms to fall to her sides, trusting him in a way she hadn't trusted anyone before.

Blaze's lips twitched into a satisfied smile as he continued undressing her, taking his time, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly peeled away each piece of clothing. The intimacy of it all made her pulse quicken, but there was something calming in the way he moved, in the way he touched her—like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Once she was fully undressed, standing before him, Blaze's eyes roamed her body, his gaze heavy but gentle. He stepped back just a little to admire her, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths.

"You are perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So perfect, my mate."

Adeline felt her knees weaken at his words, her blush spreading all the way down to her chest. No one had ever looked at her the way Blaze did, as if she were everything he had ever wanted. It left her feeling vulnerable, but in the best possible way.

Blaze gently guided her into the tub, the warm water enveloping her body like a soothing embrace. He crouched down beside the bath, his fingers tracing the outline of her shoulder as he grabbed a soft cloth and began to wash her with slow, deliberate strokes.

The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just about the physical act of bathing—it was the way Blaze looked at her, the way his hands moved over her body with such reverence. Each touch seemed to ground her, reminding her that she was safe, that she was his.

As Blaze's hands glided over her skin, Adeline found herself relaxing, her earlier nerves fading away. There was something freeing about being cared for so completely, about allowing herself to be vulnerable with him.

Blaze was silent as he washed her, but his eyes spoke volumes. Every so often, his gaze would meet hers, and the bond between them would hum with a kind of contentment that left her breathless.

When he finished, Blaze lifted her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body, his hands lingering on her skin as if he couldn't bear to let her go. He dried her off with the same tenderness he had shown throughout, his eyes never leaving hers.

Once she was dry, Blaze pulled her close, his lips brushing against her temple. "You're mine, Adeline. Don't ever forget that."

Her heart swelled at his words, the bond between them pulsing with warmth. She nodded, leaning into him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know, Blaze... I'm yours."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Adeline felt a sense of peace she hadn't known she needed. Blaze's need to care for her, to protect her, wasn't suffocating—it was exactly what she had been missing.