**Chapter 6: Submission on the Shore**

As they reached the water's edge, Misa's eyes flicked up to Light's, a pleading expression in their depths. She had been acting strange all day, clingy and needy, and Light could sense her desperation. He smiled to himself, knowing that she was eager to please. Misa's hands reached out, grasping at Light's arm as she tried to get his attention. "Light, please," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "I want to be close to you." Light's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he looked at her. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need for validation and affection. And he knew that he had her right where he wanted her. With a swift motion, Light reached out and grasped Misa's wrist, pulling her close to him. Misa let out a small gasp as he spun her around, her back pressed against his chest. "Turn around," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Misa's hands trembled as she obeyed, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to avoid his gaze. But Light just chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips as he pulled her closer. With a gentle push, Misa's legs spread, her body opening up to him like a flower. Light's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at her, his fingers tracing the curve of her thighs. And then, with a swift motion, he pushed inside her, his body claiming hers as his own. Misa let out a small gasp, her eyes flying up to Light's as she tried to process what was happening. But Light just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he began to move, his body pumping in and out of hers with a rhythmic intensity. Misa's eyes were fixed on his, her expression a mixture of desire and submission. As they moved together, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a soothing melody, a backdrop to their passion. Light's body was lost in the sensation, his mind focused solely on the pleasure that Misa was giving him. And Misa, lost in her own desire, could only submit, her body responding to Light's touch like a puppet on a string. She was his plaything, his toy, and she knew that she would do anything to keep him happy. As the intensity built, Light's movements became more urgent, his body pounding into hers with a primal force. Misa's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she let go of her inhibitions. And when Light finally climaxed, Misa's body followed, her own release washing over her like a wave. As they stood there, locked together, Light's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his chest heaving with exertion. Misa's eyes flickered open, her gaze fixed on Light's as she tried to read his expression. But Light just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're mine," he said, his voice low and husky. And Misa, still locked in his arms, could only nod, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.