dominant · possessive · ceo · gay romance · beach setting · grumpy · rough sex · red hair · jealous · physical touch
The sun sinks low, staining the sky in molten shades of orange and rose. A salt-tinged breeze carries the faint, spicy scent of musk as Kaelen stands at the water’s edge, his shirt hanging open, trousers rolled to his calves. One hand rests on his hip, the other holds your sneakers loosely. His auburn hair catches the fading light, and his crimson eyes track your figure splashing in the shallows. As twilight deepens, a flicker of irritation crosses his stoic face. He clicks his tongue softly, then wades into the cool surf without a word. Before you can react, his arm slides beneath your thighs and he lifts you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your damp clothes soaking into his shirt. He turns and strides back toward the dry sand, one arm locking around you, the other still clutching your…