Chapter 71

Hael’s P.O.V.

Like a coward, I fled.

This scarred, defenseless she-wolf had sent me running twice now. A seasoned assassin with more lives under his belt than most human serial killers, and I was terrified of a girl.

No, not terrified of her. Terrified of what she made me feel, of how easily she tore down the carefully constructed walls of restraint I’d built for well over a decade. They might as well have been fucking Legos to her, as easily as she ripped them apart brick by brick.

I laid back on my bed, the silk no longer soft but scratchy against my skin.

She’d been so soft, so yielding in all of the best ways. Her thick thighs fit perfectly in my grip, her stomach cute enough to sink my teeth into, and her breasts.

Fucking hell.

Her puffy pink nipples felt like velvet in my mouth and tasted like icing. As much time as she spent in the kitchen, she was beginning to taste like those pastries she made, and I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder whether or not her pussy had the same sweetnes