Third-person POV
They finally arrived at his bedroom, and Axle didn't bother with finesse… his booted heel slammed the door shut behind them with a dull, impatient thud. The click of the latch was followed immediately by the raw, electric silence that came when two people had been holding back for too long. His breath came ragged, shallow, every inhale laced with the perfume of her skin.
The moonlight spilling in through the wide, uncurtained windows painted her face in silver, tracing the slope of her cheekbones, glinting in her eyes, and outlining the curve of her lips. Those lips… God, he had dreamed of them. His c**k pulsed painfully inside his jeans, straining, almost angry for release.
She stepped toward him, a hunger in her eyes that matched his own, and her fingers, trem
