The night air was cool against your skin, the sounds of the city muffled in the late hour as you and Skye found an alleyway shielded from view. The excitement of the night, coupled with Skye's return from his tattoo studio, had you both buzzing with intensity.

He pressed you against the wall, his body firm against yours, his hands roaming over your body with a mixture of possessiveness and impatience. His hips rock into you, pressing against you and filling you.

Suddenly, Skye's hand came up to cover your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips. His eyes were intense, filled with desire and a hint of mischief. "Shhh," he whispered, his voice low and urgent.