Page 76 of Capturing Their Omega

“No, no. Don’t stop on my account. Please, I love seeing you eat so heartily. It warms my heart.”

I clear my throat and take a quick sip of the velvety red wine. “Thank you.”

We finish off our meal after that.

“God, I can barely breathe.” I groan loudly once I clear my plate, gripping my waist.

Ares laughs loudly. “And we haven’t even had dessert yet.”

Dessert?

Breathing heavily, I manage to say, “If I eat one more thing tonight, I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk.”

“That’s okay. I will carry you.”

I stare at him silently, my mind going into overdrive as I imagine him lifting me in those deliciously strong arms… the heat of his body against mine… the heat of his shaft sliding between my legs as he kisses me…

There it is again. The heavy thump of my heart against my chest.

“Dessert is here.”

Oh, my mouth waters. I think I might have more room in my stomach than I had thought. I welcome the sweet distraction.

A plate of chocolate lava cake is placed right in front of me, the warm center oozing out like a molten treasure.

“I would give anything to have you stare at me the way you’re currently staring at that cake.” Ares’ voice rouses me out of the dreamland I was in.

“Ares!” I squeal, feeling my cheeks warm up.

This man.

“Come on,” he snorts, placing a cup of vanilla bean ice cream before me. “The chocolate cake is best paired with this.”

“You’re sure?” I ask, a hint of skepticism lacing my tone.

Ares doesn’t look like someone to indulge in sweets often enough to know what goes with what.

His lips tilt up in a smirk. “Trust me.”

“Okay then.” I take a bite of the chocolate cake and a scoop of the vanilla bean ice cream. I hold it up to him. “Here we go.”

Damn. I have never tasted anything so good.

It’s a dance of hot and cold, sweet and rich, that leaves my taste buds thoroughly enchanted. I moan loudly as I take another bite.

“This is amazing,” I mumble with my mouth full of cake and ice cream.

Ares stares at me with an, “I told you so”, look, as I continue to devour everything. “I made sure to ask so that I could give you the best.”

I blush at that.

After inhaling the scrumptious dessert, Ares leads me to an inner room of the restaurant. I sigh loudly when I see the pristine couch in the corner of the room.

“Oh, good,” I breathe out. “My feet and legs are aching. Darn these heels.”

Suddenly, Ares’ warmth envelopes me. He crouches before me, his hands gentle as he lifts my legs onto his lap, taking off my heels in the process.

He proceeds to gently massage the sore muscles of my calves. I am stunned into silence. Who would believe the most powerfulAlpha would massage my feet all because I complained of an ache?

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