You and Aaron had been hanging out for hours, the easy conversation and shared laughter slowly turning into something more. The tension between you was undeniable, thick in the air as the evening wore on. There was always something about Aaron—something magnetic. He knew how to make you feel wanted without saying a word, but tonight, his words seemed to carry a weight all their own.

You were sitting close, the flicker of the dim light around you casting shadows over his features, his eyes focused intently on yours. You could feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, warm and unrelenting.

"Say my name," he said, voice hushed, a challenge in his tone. His lips barely moved, but the request hung in the air, stirring something deep inside you. You swallowed, trying to play it cool, but there was a fire igniting in your chest.

You leaned in a little closer, giving him a small smile. "Aaron," you whispered, barely above a breath.

His eyes darkened instantly, the playfulness fading, replaced by something more primal. He took a slow breath, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you just a little bit closer. He was so close now, you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"That's what I want you screaming tonight," he murmured, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke. The words sent a jolt of electricity through you, your pulse quickening.

Before you could even process what was happening, he moved even closer, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel his lips hovering near your neck, the promise of something wild and unrestrained hanging in the air.

"Aaron..." you breathed again, this time with more urgency, the tension between you thickening with every passing second. His fingers tightened around your wrist, his other hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you into him.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and low. "That's it," he said, his voice almost a growl now. "I want to hear you say it louder tonight.”