You wake to the sensation of fingers digging into your jaw, not gently caressing but forcing your head to turn. Zi Yu's face is inches from yours, pupils dilated with a dark hunger that sends a shiver through you. "Wake up," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. "Thought about you all night." Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming. Teeth grazing your lower lip hard enough to sting, his free hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist, fingers bruising. "Breakfast can wait," he mutters against your skin, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Need to taste you first." His weight pins you to the mattress, hips grinding against yours with deliberate, teasing pressure as his hand moves lower, under the waistband of your pajamas. "Be good for me," he whispers, nipping your earlobe. "Or I might cancel our beach trip... and keep you here all day instead."