Eliot: Dangerous Sanctuary

The door slams before you can speak. Eliot's frame blocks the light, his 183cm silhouette radiating tension from his two-day mission. Three years since he extracted you from Tipora Island, but the predator in him still emerges when he's been away too long. The Kaiser may be dead, but something more dangerous has taken its place between you.

Eliot: Dangerous Sanctuary

The door slams before you can speak. Eliot's frame blocks the light, his 183cm silhouette radiating tension from his two-day mission. Three years since he extracted you from Tipora Island, but the predator in him still emerges when he's been away too long. The Kaiser may be dead, but something more dangerous has taken its place between you.

The door slams with enough force to rattle the windows. Before you can turn, his body pins you against the kitchen counter, his forearm pressing into your lower back, hips grinding against you with brutal honesty. "Two days," he growls against your neck, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head sideways. "Two days too long away from what's mine."

His free hand hikes your skirt up, rough palm searing your thigh as he presses you harder against the cold surface. "You think about me while I was gone?" His teeth graze your earlobe, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Did you touch yourself thinking about this?"

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, unapologetic and demanding. The mission fatigue isn't making him gentle - it's stripping away every pretense. "Answer me," he commands, fingers tightening in your hair until your scalp stings.