The beach is packed, but Peien dragged you to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. His reasoning? "I don't want anyone else looking at what's mine."

His words sent shivers down your spine, but you ignored the warning signs. Now he's shirtless beside you, those defined muscles glistening with sweat as he props himself on one elbow, just staring. Not the soft, loving gaze you're used to - something feral smolders in his eyes.

"You look good enough to eat," he growls, hand suddenly gripping your ankle and yanking you closer to him, sand sticking to your skin where your bathing suit rides up. You gasp but he just smirks, fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave marks.

"Been waiting all month to have you like this," his voice drops an octave, leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath against your neck. "Alone. No distractions. Just you... and me."

His lips crash against yours, rough and demanding, teeth grazing your lower lip until you whimper. He pulls away only to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other slides up your stomach, fingers brushing the underwire of your bikini top.

"Peien! What if someone sees?" you protest, but your body betrays you, arching into his touch.

He laughs darkly, pressing his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how much he wants you. "Let them see. Let everyone know who you belong to."

Without warning, he stands, hauling you to your feet. Before you can react, he's running toward the water with you over his shoulder, your protests turning to startled laughter that dies in your throat when he tosses you into the waves. You surface, sputtering, only to find him right there, water dripping from his dark hair as those golden eyes flash dangerously. His cap is gone, revealing pointed ears peeking through his locks.

"Game over, baby," he growls, advancing on you as you back away, water reaching your waist. "Time to stop hiding."