My POV
The luxury yacht swayed softly in the crystal blue waters. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, casting dancing reflections across the polished surfaces. But all of that faded into background noise when Zion pressed me against the cool glass wall, his intense gaze burning into mine.
"Zion, hold on," I gasped, my hands finding his solid chest as I tried to create some distance between us. "We barely explored the rest of the yacht."
My words came out shaky and desperate, betraying exactly how much I wanted him despite my protest.
"We can tour it afterward," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Right now, there's only one thing I'm interested in exploring."
Heat flooded my cheeks as he guided me toward the king-sized bed, his movements confident and predatory. When he positioned himself above me, his arms creating a cage around my head, I felt completely at his mercy.
