Axiel’s POV
She was trembling in my arms.
Demze,my fierce, defiant enemy, had her legs wrapped around my waist, her back pressed against the stone wall of the North Tower, and her breathing ragged against my neck.
I could feel every rapid beat of her heart syncing with mine through the bond. Her scent was driving me insane: sweet arousal mixed with the sharp edge of fear and guilt.
I held her there, my hands gripping her ass possessively, my rock-hard c**k straining painfully against her core through our clothes. Every instinct in my body screamed to rip the emerald gown off her and claim her right here, right now. To bury myself so deep inside her that the bond would finally stop tormenting us both.
But I forced myself to stay still.
“Tell me to stop, Demze,” I rasped against her sw
