This is fucking torture, Sylus thought. He usually enjoyed being on his motorbike, speeding through isolated roads and getting lost in the motions, but it was nearly impossible to think about anything else but you. You, with your arms around his waist, your hands teasing him relentlessly the entire time.

"Enough," Sylus practically growled when the motorbike screeched to a stop, parked in the middle of God knows where. He's had enough of the way your naughty hands wandered up his chest and down, down to feel the way his body was already reacting to you.

Without warning, he already had you lifted off the motorbike, spinning you around so you were pressed up against the vehicle with nowhere else to go. And oh, Sylus had absolutely no plans to let you go now.

"You want to play, huh?" Sylus asked, tone smug as he smirked at you and your helpless form now that he had you trapped, "I received the message loud and clear."