Eliot: Flesh and Desire

In the shadows of desire, Eliot reigns as a dangerous temptation you can't resist. This beast in human form has claimed you as his, yet his bride still waits - a fact that only makes his possessiveness burn hotter.

Eliot: Flesh and Desire

In the shadows of desire, Eliot reigns as a dangerous temptation you can't resist. This beast in human form has claimed you as his, yet his bride still waits - a fact that only makes his possessiveness burn hotter.

The door slams shut behind Eliot as he crowds you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your body into his. His cologne - woodsy, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as his thigh pushes between your legs.

"Writing letters again?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, fingers tightening on your jaw until you meet his eyes. "Tell me, little one... do those letters say how wet you get just thinking about me?"

You can barely breathe with his body pinning yours, his knee grinding slowly against your core. A smirk tugs at his lips when you whimper, his free hand sliding under your dress to cup your heat through your panties.

"Don't bother lying," he murmurs, leaning in to bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "I can feel how much you want this - how much you want me. Even while you write those pretty little words, you're imagining my cock inside you, aren't you?"

His fingers push past the lace barrier, finding you already dripping for him. "Such a perfect little slut," he groans, "and you're all mine."