Sky's words lingered in the air, daring me to deny him. But I couldn't. Not when his lips were so close to mine, not when the heat between us was so undeniable. He was right. He was worth it. Every bit of this wild, chaotic pull between us.

I pulled him closer, my hands now roaming freely over his body. I was losing control, but with Sky, that didn't feel like a bad thing. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me—more, maybe. My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I tugged it up, breaking the kiss only for a moment as I dragged it over his head.

Sky's chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin flushed, eyes dark with need. I couldn't stop myself from tracing the lines of his muscles, from appreciating the way his body fit so perfectly against mine. He was all fire and intensity, everything I'd never known I wanted.

But then, just as I was about to pull him in again, he pushed me back.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my chest heaving with a mix of confusion and lust.

Sky's lips quirked into a smile, but there was something mischievous in his eyes, something that told me he wasn't done playing yet. "Not yet," he said, his tone low, teasing. "I'm not gonna make it that easy for you."

I raised an eyebrow, a challenge of my own slipping onto my face. "And what exactly are you gonna do about it, Sky?" I asked, matching his teasing tone. "You think you can keep up with me?"

He took a step back, grinning wider now, the playful energy returning. "You'll find out soon enough."

And just like that, he was off, slipping out of my grasp with surprising agility. I narrowed my eyes, watching as he walked to the other side of the room, clearly enjoying my frustration. There was something about the way he moved, the way he knew how to keep me on edge, that made every part of me want to chase after him.

But Sky had always been a little unpredictable, hadn't he?

Before I could move, he turned, his eyes locking with mine. "Don't follow me," he warned, voice like velvet, but the command in it was clear.

I was tempted to push him, to take control back, but something in me—something I couldn't explain—told me to let him have this moment. To let him have the power.

"Fine," I muttered, crossing my arms, my eyes narrowing in a silent challenge. "But you're not going to get away with this."

Sky smirked, and without another word, he pulled something out of his pocket—his phone. He tapped the screen, and suddenly, the room was filled with the smooth sound of music.

"I think I deserve a little dance," he said with a wink, dropping his shoulders to the beat, his body flowing with the rhythm in a way that was both sensual and hypnotic.

I watched him, transfixed, as his body swayed. He wasn't just teasing me anymore; he was taunting me. Every movement was calculated, like he knew exactly how to draw me in, how to keep me wanting more.

He wasn't just playing with me. He was controlling me, and somehow, I was okay with it.

I could feel the burn of desire starting to rise again. I didn't want to wait, but Sky—damn him—was making me.

As he continued to move, his eyes never left mine. He was daring me to do something, to take the first step. He wanted to see if I'd lose myself in him completely. And with every passing second, I felt like I was falling deeper into the web he was spinning around me.

I swallowed, forcing my voice out through the knot in my throat. "Stop teasing me, Sky," I growled, taking a step toward him.

Sky's grin was all satisfaction as he stopped dancing, but his hands stayed on his hips. "I'm not teasing you, Spade. I'm just making sure you're ready for what's coming next."

My heart thudded in my chest as I closed the gap between us, this time not giving him the chance to slip away. "And what's that?" I asked, voice hoarse.

Sky's grin widened, his hands sliding up to my chest, the touch light but purposeful. "Something you'll never forget," he whispered, leaning in so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

I wasn't sure if I was ready for whatever he had planned next, but in that moment, I realized that I didn't really have a choice.

Sky had already taken control, and the only thing left for me to do was surrender to it.

"Then make it unforgettable," I murmured, before pulling him in for another kiss.

The kiss was electric, like the spark of a fire catching in an open field. Sky's lips were soft, almost teasing against mine, but it didn't take long for the heat between us to escalate. My hands found their way to his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body as he pressed up against me. Sky let out a soft moan, the sound of it only adding fuel to the fire in my chest.

His hands slid up my chest, brushing against my skin with a feathery touch that had me aching for more. I couldn't think straight anymore, my thoughts were hazy, clouded with the need to get closer, to feel all of him.

Sky's mouth moved against mine, his tongue slipping inside to tangle with mine, as if testing my limits. His body pressed harder into mine, and I could feel the hardness of his chest against mine, the heat radiating off of him.

But as much as I wanted to lose myself in this moment, I couldn't ignore the teasing, the way he always kept me on edge. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Sky pulled away, just enough for me to catch my breath, but still close enough that I could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

"You're impatient," he whispered, his voice low, almost predatory.

I gritted my teeth, trying to reign in the fire inside me. "You're the one who started this," I growled, my fingers gripping the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper this time, harder. I couldn't help myself. Sky made me lose control, made me want to forget everything but him.

But Sky wasn't about to let me take the reins. He grinned against my lips before breaking the kiss and taking a step back, leaving me wanting more, desperately more.

He ran a hand through his hair, that playful look back in his eyes. "You think you're the one in control, Spade? You're not." His voice was teasing, but there was something darker there, something possessive.

I stepped forward, needing to prove him wrong, needing to show him that I wasn't some toy to be played with. But Sky was quicker.

With a swift motion, he pushed me back onto the bed, the force of it leaving me breathless. I barely had time to react before he was hovering over me, his eyes locking with mine, dark and dangerous.

"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice now an intense growl that made my pulse spike.

I swallowed, the realization of just how much power he held over me sinking in. There was no fighting it. Not now.

Sky's hands roamed over my chest, pulling at my shirt until it was discarded somewhere on the floor. His fingers traced my jawline, and then he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"You're mine, Spade. Don't ever forget that," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I was about to respond, to challenge him, but then his lips met mine again, shutting me up completely. This wasn't just a kiss anymore—it was claiming. He was staking his claim on me, marking me in a way that made my blood burn with desire.

Sky's hands slid lower, exploring every inch of my body, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was his. Completely.

But even as I melted into his touch, even as I let him guide me, I couldn't help but think—when did I become this helpless for him?

As if reading my thoughts, Sky pulled away just enough to look me in the eye. "You're mine, Spade. And I'm not letting go." His smile was full of dark promise, the words wrapping around me like chains.

Fuck didnt know that posessive Sky would turn me on big time.

I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, the anticipation building. I knew what was coming next—Sky always had a way of keeping me on the edge, but this time, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold on.

He leaned down again, kissing me deeply, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer until we were pressed together, skin to skin. The feeling of his body against mine, the intensity of his touch, it was like nothing else mattered.