Sky's lips were soft against mine, but I could feel the heat building between us, each kiss deeper than the last, each one pulling me further into the dark desire that had been consuming me since the moment we met. His hands were everywhere, roaming over my chest, my arms, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough of me.

I pulled away just long enough to catch my breath, my chest heaving as I looked down at him. His lips were swollen, a satisfied smile playing on them, but his eyes—those damn eyes—were full of fire, desire, and a challenge I wasn't sure I was ready to face.

"You're trouble," I muttered, my hand gently cupping his face, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

Sky just grinned, a little devilish smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. "Says the man who can't keep his hands off me."

I raised an eyebrow, my fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him closer again, my lips hovering just above his. "You're right about that," I murmured before capturing his lips once more.

His response was instant—hungry, eager. Sky always gave as much as he got, and that was part of the thrill. But I could tell that underneath all the teasing and banter, he was just as affected as I was. Maybe more.

I slid my hand down his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and pulled him closer until there was no space between us. My pulse raced as I realized just how much I needed him, how much I wanted him. I wasn't sure where the line between wanting and needing had blurred, but it had.

Sky gasped when I shifted beneath him, my body reacting to the electricity between us. His chest pressed against mine, the slight friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. He moved his hips slightly, grinding against me, and I swore I could feel every inch of him against me.

"Spade," he whispered my name, his voice low and breathy. "I want you... now."

The hunger in his voice sent a surge of need straight to my core. I couldn't deny him. Not now, not when I was already this far gone. My hands moved to his waist, pulling him in closer, as I kissed him again, more urgently this time, almost desperate for him.

"Say it again," I whispered against his lips, unable to hide the possessiveness that crept into my tone.

Sky's eyes darkened, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I want you, Spade. Only you."

That was all it took. My control snapped, and I flipped him over, pinning him beneath me, my lips crashing down on his. He gasped, but there was no resistance in him—just a soft, surrendering moan that made my heart race. Sky was mine. Completely.

I pulled back just enough to look down at him, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, my voice low and commanding. "You're not going anywhere. You're staying with me. Understand?"

Sky's smile was lazy, but there was something more in it now—something deeper, something that mirrored my own possessiveness. "I'm not going anywhere, Spade. I'm right where I want to be."

And that was all I needed to hear. With one last kiss, I surrendered to the pull between us, the tension, the need, the desire that had been building since the moment we started this. Sky was mine, and I wasn't letting go.

The air between us was thick with tension, and I could feel my control slipping, the desire for him taking over every rational thought I had. Sky's hands were tracing my chest, his fingers moving lower, teasing me, making it harder to think straight. I let out a soft groan as his touch sent sparks through my skin.

"Sky..." I whispered, my voice strained, and I couldn't help but bite my lip as he kissed me again, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down my neck.

He didn't answer, but his hands were relentless, pulling at my shirt, desperate to get closer to my skin. And I let him. Every touch of his, every kiss, drove me mad. His body was warm beneath me, his breath coming in soft pants, and it only made me crave him more. He was mine, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in his world—made me feel like I was the luckiest bastard alive.

But I had to take control again, couldn't let him push me over the edge this fast, not when I wanted this to last, to burn slowly like a fire that consumed us both.

I pulled back just slightly, my hands moving to his chest to push him back against the bed. Sky's eyes, dark with need, followed me as I straddled his hips, my fingers working to undress him slowly, teasing him. He looked up at me, his breath quick, lips parted, but his hands remained on the sheets, waiting for me to make the next move.

"You're not the only one who knows how to play, Sky," I murmured, my voice rough, a slight chuckle escaping me as I moved down, kissing a trail along his chest.

Sky shivered beneath me, a soft moan escaping him when I flicked my tongue over his nipple. "Spade..." His voice was hoarse now, and I couldn't help but smile against his skin.

"You like that, huh?" I teased, my hands moving lower, brushing against the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the heat from his body, the way his muscles tensed beneath me, and I couldn't hold back the possessiveness that surged through me. "You're mine, Sky. Don't forget that."

His breath hitched, but his hands shot up, grabbing my wrist. "I'm not forgetting anything, Spade," he said with a dark smirk. "I want you. All of you."

I didn't need any more words. His body, his touch, everything about him was mine, and I wasn't about to let him slip through my fingers now. I unbuttoned his jeans in one swift motion, pulling them off along with his boxer briefs, leaving him completely exposed to me. His skin glowed under the dim light of the room, and I could see the want in his eyes.

Sky's hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me back down to kiss him hard, desperate, his tongue dancing with mine. He didn't need to say anything, not with the way his body was reacting to me, to the way he arched against me.

And I knew—just knew—he was ready. He needed me just as much as I needed him.

I pulled back again, my breath shaky, as I slid my hand between us, teasing the already-hard evidence of his desire. Sky's body jerked at the contact, his grip tightening on my shoulders as he let out a low growl.

"Spade, please," he whispered, the urgency in his voice a beautiful thing. "I want you now."

My heart raced at his words, at the raw need in his voice, and I couldn't hold back any longer. With one smooth motion, I entered him, both of us gasping at the sensation. Sky's hands flew to my back, his nails digging into my skin as he wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into him.

I held him tight, feeling the way he trembled beneath me, how perfect he was for me, how tight he felt around me. There was no going back now.

I didn't waste any time, setting a rhythm, slow at first, savoring every inch of him, feeling the way he reacted to me, the way his body melted against mine. His moans were music to my ears, the way he clung to me, like I was the only thing that mattered in this world.

"Spade..." Sky moaned my name again, and that was it. I couldn't hold back any longer. The pull between us, the way he felt so fucking perfect, was too much.

I increased my pace, my hands gripping his hips, my body driving into his with all the hunger I'd been holding back. Sky met each thrust with an eagerness that drove me wild, his eyes locked on mine, his lips parted in pleasure. His fingers gripped my chest, his nails digging into me as he came with a cry, his body trembling beneath me.

The sight of him, lost in pleasure, made my heart race, and with a final, hard thrust, I followed him over the edge, the tension in my body finally releasing as I came inside him.

We stayed like that, breathing heavily, our bodies pressed together, the only sound in the room the rapid beat of our hearts. Sky's hands traced lazy patterns on my skin, and I couldn't help but smile as I kissed the top of his head, holding him close.

"Mine," I whispered again, the possessiveness in my voice unmistakable.

Sky's voice was soft but steady when he spoke. "Always."