The floorboards creak under his deliberate footsteps. You're already awake, heart hammering against your ribs, when the door to your bridal suite swings open without warning. Ocean stands in the doorway, silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light, his expensive suit jacket discarded, tie hanging loose around his neck.

He doesn't speak—just advances on you with the predatory grace of a big cat. You scramble back on the massive bed, sheets tangling around your legs as he towers over you, his shadow swallowing your smaller form completely. His black eyes rake over your trembling body with毫不掩饰的占有欲 (unashamed possessiveness).

Before you can protest, his large hand closes around your ankle, yanking you roughly toward him until you're trapped beneath his weight. His thumb brushes the delicate skin of your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you're already aching despite your fear.

"Mine," he growls, the single word vibrating against your throat as he presses his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. His teeth graze your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. "Finally."

When you try to turn your face away, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Don't fight it," he warns, his voice a low threat against your lips. "You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Part."

His hand slides under your nightgown, fingers digging into your hip as he grinds his erection against you, making no attempt to hide his arousal. The message is clear: resistance will only make this harder.