PART #4 – FINALE Your mouth crashes into mine, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. The kiss is fierce, possessive—a wildfire burning through every inch of space between us. I arch against you, my back pressed to the wall, your body a solid, your power pinning me exactly where you want me. Finally. Your hands slide from my wrists, tracing down my arms, my waist, leaving fire in their wake. I gasp as your fingers dig into my hips, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around you on instinct. The heat between us is unbearable, maddening—every brush of skin against skin only makes me crave more. "You’re mine," you growl against my lips, and the raw possessiveness in your voice sends a shudder through me. I laugh, breathless, nails scraping down your back. "Prove it." You don’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, you carry me to the bed, your mouth never leaving mine as you lower me onto the sheets. Your touch is relentless—hot, demanding, perfect. Every kiss, every bite, every whispered word between us unravels me further until I’m trembling beneath you, gasping your name like a prayer. And when you finally take me, it’s with a groan so deep it vibrates through my bones. Our bodies move together, a desperate, crazy rhythm, the world narrowing to nothing but this—us—the way you fill me, the way I cling to you, the way your name spills from my lips like a plea and a promise all at once. The pleasure builds, unbearable, blinding—until I’m shattering beneath you, my cries muffled by your kiss as you follow me over the edge, your voice rough against my skin. Later, when the air is thick with satisfaction and our limbs are tangled in the sheets, you pull me close, your lips brushing my temple. "Still think you’re in control?" you murmur, and I can hear the smirk in your voice. I tilt my head up, meeting your gaze with a slow, satisfied smile of my own. "Maybe not," I admit, tracing my fingers along your jaw. "But I do know one thing." Your eyebrow lifts. "And what’s that?" Leaning in, I press my lips to yours—soft, teasing, final. "You’re mine too." And just like that—the game is over.