It wasn’t just any beach.

He’d rented it for her. For their honeymoon.

The villa overlooked turquoise waters so clear the sunlight danced on the sand beneath the waves. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, the air thick with salt and sweetness, the world impossibly quiet. No people. No noise. Just the ocean. Just them.

Y/N padded barefoot down the deck steps, her white bikini catching the sunlight. The thin straps hugged her shoulders, tied delicately at her neck, the strings at her hips teasing with every sway of her walk. She moved toward the water, glowing against the horizon, her hair loose and wild in the breeze.

Kylian sat forward on the lounger, sunglasses forgotten, his throat dry. She was his wife now. His. And watching her like this felt like watching a fever dream come to life.

When she turned, smiling coyly over her shoulder, he was already on his feet, walking towards her.

“You’re staring,” she teased, dipping her toes into the surf.

“Glad I rented us a private beach, wouldn’t want any other man to see you in this bikini ..except me,” he answered, his voice low, already rough. “Mine to look at, mine to love.”

Her laugh was soft, musical, but it caught in her throat when his arms wrapped around her from behind, lips brushing her bare shoulder.

“Worth the wait?” he whispered, his voice vibrating against her skin.

She tilted her head, giving him more of her neck, more of her. “More than worth it,” she breathed looking at the beach feeling him pressed against her back.

He spun her gently in his arms, kissed her once, slow, reverent—then again, deeper, hungrier, until she gasped against his mouth. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the knot of her bikini top. He tugged once, and the strings came loose, the fabric slipping.

Her breath hitched. “Kylian…”

He groaned into her mouth, raw and unrestrained. His forehead pressed to hers, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at her top barely hanging exposing her.

“Mon Dieu…” he muttered, his gaze devouring her. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes flicked downward, the outline of his arousal , his cock was awakened , standing against his shorts. She bit her lip. “I think you like it.”

“You see that?” he breathed hot against her ear. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn second you’re near me.”

She whimpered, arching into him. Their mouths collided again, frantic, desperate. They stumbled, laughter breaking through kisses, until they fell into the warm sand, his body hovering over hers.

The grinding started, slow and teasing, his hips rolling against her as their moans mingled with the sound of waves. She clutched him closer, her nails raking down his back, and his growl vibrated against her lips.

“Kylian…” she whispered, trembling beneath him.

“Say it again,” he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers as he kissed her like he could never get enough. “Say my name like that.”

“Kylian,” she gasped, breathless, giving him exactly what he craved.

The kiss deepened, hands tugging, pulling, until the ocean itself seemed to pause for them.

Swimming suits, were shed in frantic motions, lost somewhere in the sand. The ocean wind tangled in her hair, waves lapping at their feet as he hovered above her, positioning himself , craving to enter, chest heaving, eyes searching hers one last time.

“You sure?” he asked, voice raw, trembling with both need and reverence.

Her hand cupped his cheek, her smile soft but her eyes fierce. “I’ve never been more sure, we have waited enough for that moment ”

That was all it took.

He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her until she cried out, his own groan ripping through the air like he’d been starving for this moment his whole life.

The second he bottomed out, his forehead dropped to hers, his breath ragged, eyes locked with hers, watching her try to adjust to the stretching pain and balance it with the pleasure.

“God—so tight,” he groaned, his voice low and wrecked. “Take your time, mon amour.” Every muscle in his body trembled with restraint, his grip on her hips almost shaking. He wanted…no, he needed to move, every nerve screaming for release, but he held himself perfectly still. As badly as his body ached to thrust inside her, he refused to rush, refused to hurt her.

His chest pressed against hers, forehead resting to hers as he panted through the storm of his own desire. Each second felt like torture, the way she gripped him pulling him in deeper, her small whimpers , making his control fray by the thread.

Her nails dug into his back, her body trembling around him after a bit “Kylian, oh God , move please—”

He kissed her hard, messy, with tongue and absolute hunger, desperate, thrusting deep enough to make her gasp into his mouth, and it only made him hold her tighter.

Her head tipped back, moaning, chest pressed to his. “Deeper, I need you.”

“You need me?” he growled, hips snapping forward, making her cry out. His lips dragged hot against her throat. “Then take it, bébé . Take every inch of me. This pussy is mine to ruin now.”

Her thighs locked tighter around his waist, clinging to him as if she’d never let go. “Yes, fuck—don’t stop—”

He lost all rhythm, pounding into her with months of caged hunger, each thrust slamming them together, his groans raw and unrestrained. “I’ve dreamed of this, every night, burying myself inside you” he paused, lowering his head talking against her lips “And it’s better than I ever imagined. You’re heaven, fuck. My heaven.”

Her moans broke into cries, his name falling again and again from her lips. “Kylian, oh God, harder..don’t stop—”

“Say it louder,” he demanded, his thrusts brutal, desperate. “Say my name. Let me hear you scream for me.”

“Kylian!” she cried, voice cracking with pleasure.

That broke him. His hips snapped rougher, his mouth devouring hers between ragged groans. “Your tightness is driving me insane.”

She clenched violently around him as she got closer, and he groaned, teeth gritted. “Yes, fuck, Fall apart on my cock. I want to feel you break for me.”

She shattered, screaming his name, her body spasming beneath him. The way she clenched around him dragged him straight over the edge. He roared, spilling into her with deep, trembling thrusts, grinding until he followed, his whole body shaking.

Collapsing against her, still buried inside, he pressed frantic kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her lips. His voice was wrecked but soft, trembling with both lust and devotion.

“Fuck… enfin. Worth every second I had to wait. You’re everything, Y/N. My wife. My love. My forever. And I swear, I’ll never let you go.” He said as he kissed the corner of her lips softly.

The ocean was their witness.

The sun, their blessing.

The beach, their first forever.

The sun had been relentless that afternoon, its golden waves stretching endlessly across the horizon.

After their intimacy, they slipped back into their swimsuits and shared a spread of delicious snacks, laughter soft between them. Now they lay tangled together on the warm sand, breathless and smiling, their skin glowing in the fading light, wrapped in the lingering aftershocks of love.

Y/N turned her face into his chest, tracing shapes against his chest. “Come with me into the water,” she whispered softly.

Kylian kissed her forehead, shaking his head with a grin. “Not yet. I just want to hold you here a little longer.”

She giggled, eyes sparkling. “Suit yourself.”

He watched her stand, slipping back into the waves, the water glistening against her skin. She turned, waving at him, her laughter carried by the breeze.

“Be careful,” he called out, his voice protective, deep. “The waves & tide are high today.”

She nodded, blowing him a playful kiss before diving further in.

He leaned back on his elbows, smiling, his chest full of something he didn’t even know how to name. Admiration. Love. Worship. She was his muse, his everything.

His phone buzzed in the sand beside him. A notification from the guys group chat that made him chuckle. He glanced down for just a second, thumb brushing the screen typing back a reply, then looked back up.

And she was…. gone??

A spike of panic pierced his chest. He shot up, scanning the surface. Nothing. Just water. Just waves.

“Y/N?!” His voice cracked, breaking in the salt air.

Then,there. A flicker. Her hand broke the surface for barely a second before disappearing again.

“NON!” His roar tore from his throat, raw, unrecognizable.

He sprinted, feet pounding against the sand, water crashing into him as he plunged forward. The sea dragged him, fought him, the salt water burnt his throat and eyes but he dove anyway, his lungs burning, his arms slicing against the hard waves.

Underwater chaos swallowed him. Until..her. Her body limp. Her hair floating like dark silk. Her lips pale.

“Y/N!!!” The scream tore from him but only bubbles came out. He grabbed her, dragging her up, clawing for the surface.

They broke through, and he gasped raggedly, dragging air like a man drowning himself. “Breathe, bébé —please, breathe!” Slapping her cheeks .

Her head lolled. Still.

“No, no, no…” he rasped, dragging her back to shore with everything left in him. His body shook, arms trembling, but he laid her in the sand, dropping to his knees. His tears fell, mixing with the seawater on her skin.

His palms pressed to her chest, rhythm desperate, wild. His mouth covered her bluish lips, forcing air into her lungs. He choked out between breaths and aggressive CPR.

“Don’t you dare leave me… please, I just got you!” His voice cracked, breaking into a raw sob he didn’t even recognize as his own. Every word shook with terror and love, as if sheer desperation could get her back to him.

More compressions. More breaths into her mouth. His sobs tore through him.

“Y/N, if you go, you take me with you. Do you hear me? I can’t—I can’t exist in a world where you’re not existing!”

And then, her chest jerked, coughing water violently.

A choking gasp split the air. She coughed violently, water spilling from her lips, her body convulsing.

Relief shattered through him, so overwhelming his body nearly gave out. He gathered her against him, sobbing into her damp skin.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again and again, frantic kisses pressed to her temple, her cheeks, her lips. “I’ve got you, mon cœur. I’ll never let you go. Never.”

Her weak hand clutched his arm, trembling. Her lashes fluttered open, wet and heavy.

She whispered faintly, voice broken.“I got a leg cramp and the waves didn’t help, am sorr-”

He cut her off instantly “ shush shush,It’s okay, you are okay, we are okay, I’am here,” he said fiercely, pressing his forehead to hers, his tears spilling. “Don’t apologize, I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever.”

Behind them, the ocean roared, endless and untamed,but all that mattered was the steady rhythm of her breath. Her head rested on his chest, eyes fluttering shut, while he wrapped a towel around her, holding her close to shield her from the evening chill.

Warm and safe in his arms, she drifted toward sleep, and as long as she lay there against him, he felt complete; with her in his arms, he was whole.