59 parts Complete MatureHis shadow swallowed mine before I even felt his touch.
I should have run the first night Axel Anderson set his eyes on me. Every instinct screamed danger, every nerve lit like a warning flare. But when his hand closed around my wrist, I didn't pull away. When his voice dragged across my skin like velvet lined with barbed wire, I didn't fight.
And when his mouth found mine-hungry, merciless-I broke in all the places I thought were unbreakable.
He didn't ask. Axel never asked. He took. My air, my pulse, my sanity. Pressed against the wall of my own restraint, his body a cage I both hated and craved, I learned what it meant to be devoured.
"Mine," he whispered against my throat, each syllable a brand on my skin.
I should have denied him. I should have clawed my way free. Instead, my knees parted, my resolve shattered, and his obsession sank deep into the softest parts of me.
There was nothing gentle in the way he touched me that night. No mercy in the way he drove me past reason. He tore through the armor I'd built, stripping me bare until only one truth remained:
I wanted him.
Even if it ruined me.
Especially if it ruined me.
Because Axel Anderson wasn't a man you survived.
He was a fire you stepped into, knowing it would burn you alive-
and still begging for more.