Reinhardt, who was making his way over from a distance, felt his feet freeze in their place, his heart pounding as he saw the scene in front of him.
Zerina cupped the water with her hands and let it run through her fingers and over her cheeks. She repeated the motion, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of the water flowing down her skin.
Her hands trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and down her arms, washing away the remnants of exhaustion and dust that had accumulated from the intense training.
Reinhardt's eyes traced the curve of her neck down to the swell of her breasts, his mouth going dry at the sight of her hard, inviting nipples.
A place in the middle of nowhere, a tranquil lake, scenic mountains, and a naked beauty slowly washing herself. The scene couldn't be any more ethereal.
Suddenly, she tilted her head back, her ears catching the slight rustling of leaves inte the distance. Immediately, her lips parted slightly as she grinned.
