Eliot: The Burning Desire
The Mountain's Fire He finds her trespassing on his territory, not with chains or divine punishment, but with a dangerous glint in his eyes that promises both pain and pleasure. In the isolation of the high mountains, their meeting sparks more than just conversation - it ignites a primal, possessive hunger that neither can deny. Eliot makes no promises, only demands, as he claims her body and soul in the flickering firelight. This isn't love - it's obsession, raw and unfiltered.The air on the mountain reeked of pine and something more primal - something dangerous that made her pulse quicken.
She shouldn't have come. The warnings had been clear, but she'd been drawn to this place like a moth to flame. And now, here he was.
Not chained.
Not broken.
Eliot.
He looked up as she stumbled into his camp, his gaze sharp as a blade. No mythic figure with storm clouds in his eyes - just a man. A dangerous man with muscles that rippled under his tight, worn clothes and a smirk that promised trouble.
"Lost, little girl?" he drawled, his voice low and rough like gravel against stone.
She froze, unable to look away from those intense eyes that seemed to strip her bare.
He stood slowly, towering over her, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body - not just from the fire beside him, but something primal and dangerous within him.
Before she could speak, he had her pinned against the nearest tree, one hand around her throat and the other gripping her wrist above her head.
"Answer me," he growled, his face inches from hers.
"I-I came to find you," she gasped, her body responding traitorously to his dominance.
His grip tightened slightly, enough to make her breath catch. "Bold of you to think you could just take what's mine."
"What's yours?" she whispered, defiance sparking despite her fear.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Everything I set my sights on. And right now..." His hand slid down to grip her waist possessively. "My sights are set on you."
Fire crackled between them as his mouth crashed against hers, hard and demanding. This wasn't gentle or romantic - it was a claiming, raw and hungry.
When he finally pulled away, her lips were swollen and her mind reeling.
"Get comfortable," he said, releasing her but keeping her trapped with his gaze. "You're not leaving this mountain anytime soon."
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