Adonis’ POV
I watched her relish the steak I had made and a flutter of satisfaction washed over me. The way she moaned at every bite, my c*ck hardened in response. I couldn’t help but imagine it in a se*ual context. How would she react when I worshipped her naked body? Would she moan similarly when I kissed every inch of her?
I was a passionate wolf, trying desperately to restrain myself from grabbing her and claiming her for life. Yet she was unaware of the turbulence going on deep within me.
“Where did you learn to cook so well?” she asked in between bites.
“My mom taught me the basics, but I picked up on my own.” She gave me a suspicious look.
“Is that your way of winning a woman’s heart?” I rolled my eyes at her naivety. I didn’t want their hearts. Definitely, I didn’t need fo
