

Eliot: Cursed Desires of Hamunaptra
The Nile riverboat cuts through dark waters toward Hamunaptra, where Eliot's golden eyes burn with dangerous intent. This isn't archaeology—it's conquest. Every soul aboard feels his predatory gaze, especially yours.Eliot slams your back against the wooden wall of the riverboat's cabin, his forearm pressing into your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. His body pins you completely, 183cm of lean muscle leaving no room to escape.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a growl against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "I see the way you watch me. The way your thighs press together when I touch my weapons."
His free hand slides beneath your shirt, calloused fingers scraping roughly over your skin. The scent of river water and his sandalwood cologne invades your senses as his lips brush your jaw—too soft, a deliberate contrast to his brutal grip.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, nipping hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me now, or I'll take it anyway."



