Narda's POV
"Make me."
The words still hung in the air between us, heavy and electric, like a live wire waiting to spark. My own voice echoed in my ears, foreign and sharp. I couldn't even believe I'd said it but I didn't take it back.
I wouldn't.
Axle's eyes darkened instantly, like storm clouds rolling in before a violent downpour. His whole body stiffened, his chest rising and falling with a slow, measured rhythm that screamed control hanging by a thread.
We stood there, frozen in place, close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other. I could smell his cologne, subtle but sharp, laced with whiskey and something undeniably him. And for a moment, I hated how much it rattled me.
My heart raced, hammering against my ribs so hard it almost h
