Sky's body trembled under my touch, the way he reacted to me, to my every move, was pure fire. I could feel him slowly giving in, his breath becoming heavier with each second as I hovered above him. The power shifted, and now, he was the one being claimed.

"Spade..." he breathed out, his voice full of that same playful tease, but now laced with something deeper—something more needy. I looked down at him, his face flushed, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer until his lips found mine again.

The kiss was desperate this time, wild, as if we were both drowning in the heat that was quickly consuming us. His fingers dug into my skin, marking me, as I kissed him deeper, my hands trailing down to his waist. I could feel his pulse quicken beneath my fingertips, his body melting under my touch, and I knew—he was mine.

But Sky always had this way of making me lose focus, making me question every little thing. The way his body shifted beneath mine, how he arched into my touch, telling me in his own way that he wanted this, wanted me to take him.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to see his eyes, the gleam in them as he stared up at me. "Take me, Spade," he whispered, the words heavy with anticipation. His hand slipped down between us, brushing against the growing bulge in my pants, a teasing move that had me biting back a groan.

I smirked, unable to hide the possessiveness building inside me. "You sure about that?" I growled, my voice deep and low, and Sky responded with nothing but a sultry smile, his fingers tugging at my shirt impatiently.

"Don't make me wait," he urged, his voice soft but commanding. The need in it made my heart race.

I couldn't resist him anymore. Slowly, deliberately, I stripped off my shirt and reached for his, pulling it off in one swift motion. His skin was soft and warm beneath my fingertips, and I couldn't help but take a moment to admire the view. Sky was perfect, his body sculpted like a work of art, and yet it was the way he looked at me—like he wanted me—that had my mind spinning.

With a low growl, I kissed him again, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the way he shivered at my touch. He was so responsive, every move, every breath, telling me how badly he wanted this, wanted me to claim him.

I pulled away just long enough to undo my pants, then threw them off, leaving us both bare and exposed. Sky's eyes roamed over me hungrily, and I could feel the heat in his gaze, the way his hands trembled as they reached out to touch me.

"Don't be shy," I murmured, my voice rough as I grasped his wrists and gently pinned them above his head. Sky's eyes widened, but there was no fear in them, just pure desire.

"Then take me, Spade," he whispered again, more urgently this time. His voice was breathless, and I could feel his body shifting beneath me, trying to get closer, to make the contact he craved.

It was then I realized—he wanted me in the most vulnerable way, and he wasn't going to back down.

"Sky," I growled his name, my voice low and thick with desire, before I kissed him again. This time, it was all consuming, all-encompassing. I could feel his body melting into mine, the way he let go completely, trusting me with everything he had.

He was mine.

With one smooth motion, I guided myself inside him, and Sky gasped, his breath hitching. The way his body adjusted to me, the way he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer, had me losing control.

"Spade," Sky whimpered, his voice tight with pleasure, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he clenched around me.

"Shh, I got you," I whispered against his lips, my hands holding his hips, guiding him as I moved, slow at first, savoring every inch of him. Sky's back arched, his body pushing against mine with an intensity that made my pulse race.

Every thrust, every movement, was like fire spreading between us, burning away everything except the two of us, tangled up in each other. Sky's moans were music to my ears, each sound pushing me further, faster.

His hands tugged at my hair, pulling me down for another kiss as his legs tightened around me. "Harder," he pleaded, his voice breaking, his words like a command, and I could feel my heart racing at the thought of giving him what he wanted.

I couldn't hold back anymore. With one deep thrust, I took him harder, making him gasp against my lips, his body trembling beneath me. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles white, and I could feel him tightening around me, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"Spade," he moaned again, this time with more urgency, and that was all it took.

I took him faster, harder, feeling the way his body responded to mine, every movement, every sound, driving me closer to the edge. We were both nearing the peak, and I could feel the tension coiling in both of us, ready to snap.

And when Sky's moan reached that perfect pitch, when he cried out my name in the way that only he could, that was all it took. His body tensed, his nails digging into my back as he came, and the sight of it, the way his body shuddered, sent me over the edge, too.

I pulled him close, collapsing beside him as we both caught our breath, our bodies tangled in the aftermath.

Sky looked up at me, his expression soft, but there was still that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Told you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You're not the only one who can take control."

I chuckled, pulling him closer. "We'll see about that," I murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead, my possessive side making itself known. He was mine now, and nothing would change that.

Sky's soft chuckle vibrated against my chest as he nestled closer, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my skin. I could feel his body relaxing, the warmth of his touch seeping into me. It wasn't just the physical connection between us anymore; it was this pull—this bond—that seemed to grow with every second we spent together.

"You're lucky you're cute," I muttered, my voice still hoarse from the intensity of our moments. I could feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin, and it made my heart do a little flip.

"Am I?" Sky raised his head, meeting my eyes with a playful glint in his. "You don't seem to mind," he teased, his thumb brushing lightly against my jaw, tracing the line of my chin as though he was memorizing it.

I ran my fingers through his messy hair, tugging him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Don't make me get possessive," I warned, my voice teasing but serious. The thought of anyone else touching him, of him even looking at someone else, made something dark flare up inside me.

Sky rolled his eyes but didn't pull away. Instead, he settled more comfortably against me, his arm draping over my chest, his leg tangled with mine. "Possessive? You mean protective," he murmured, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. "That's why I like you."

I chuckled, running my hand down his back, drawing him even closer. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Sky."

He shifted, looking up at me with those eyes—those eyes that always made me feel like he was both challenging me and asking me to protect him. "Try me."

My chest tightened at the way he said it—like he wasn't just playing around, like he meant it. And I couldn't help but be drawn in further. This was the side of him I couldn't resist, the vulnerable yet defiant side.

I cupped his face, tracing his features with my fingertips, taking in the beauty of him—his sharp jawline, his slightly parted lips, the way his eyes sparkled with something that mirrored my own dark hunger. I leaned in, kissing him softly, savoring the moment of intimacy, the way he melted into me.

But even as we kissed, there was that undercurrent—something deeper that made me crave him more, that made me want to possess every part of him. I couldn't get enough.

Pulling away, I looked down at him, my hand resting on his chest. "Don't forget who you belong to."

Sky smirked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin again. "I won't forget. You're pretty hard to forget, Spade."

His words were playful, but I could feel the weight of them. He wasn't just saying it to tease. He was saying it like he meant it. He trusted me, maybe even needed me. And that realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Sky wasn't just someone I could control, someone I could claim. He was everything I didn't know I wanted, everything I never thought I'd need.

"Good," I whispered, pulling him closer again, my lips grazing his ear. "Because you're mine. All mine."

Sky's breath hitched, and I knew he could feel the possessiveness in my tone, the intensity in my words. His hand slid down to my waist, gripping me lightly as if grounding himself in the connection we shared.

"Yours," he breathed out, his voice almost a whisper, but the weight of it was enough to make me shiver.

I kissed him again, deeper this time, marking him not just with my body but with every part of me. Sky was mine.