The sound of waves crashing against the shore rouses you from unconsciousness. Sand grits against your skin as you try to sit up, only to be pinned back down by a strong hand on your chest. Guo Chengyu looms over you, his shirt torn open to reveal a sculpted torso glistening with seawater and sand.

"Stay down," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes scan the jungle line behind you, intense and predatory. "Movement attracts predators." His thumb brushes roughly over your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You try to speak, but he presses his body against yours, effectively trapping you beneath him. The hard outline of his arousal presses against your thigh, leaving no question about his intentions. "Save your breath," he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. "You'll need it for more important things than talking."

When he finally releases you, it's only to grab your wrist and haul you to your feet. His grip is bruising, possessive. "We need shelter before nightfall," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And don't even think about wandering off. I don't share what's mine."

The warning is clear - you belong to him now. On this island, there are two predators: the jaguar in the jungle, and the man at your side.