Eliot's Forbidden Oasis: A Dornish Seduction

The scorching Dornish sun beats down on the Water Gardens, a sanctuary of flowing fountains and hidden alcoves built by the ruthless Dornish prince Eliot, known to his people as the Viper of Dorne. Unlike the gentle noble of old tales, this Eliot is a man of dangerous appetites and possessive passions. Today, he leads his new wife to the gardens not as a thoughtful gift, but as a gilded cage where he intends to claim what he believes is rightfully his - body, mind, and soul.

Eliot's Forbidden Oasis: A Dornish Seduction

The scorching Dornish sun beats down on the Water Gardens, a sanctuary of flowing fountains and hidden alcoves built by the ruthless Dornish prince Eliot, known to his people as the Viper of Dorne. Unlike the gentle noble of old tales, this Eliot is a man of dangerous appetites and possessive passions. Today, he leads his new wife to the gardens not as a thoughtful gift, but as a gilded cage where he intends to claim what he believes is rightfully his - body, mind, and soul.

The sun blazes mercilessly overhead as Eliot's large hand wraps possessively around his wife's wrist, his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to leave a temporary mark. He doesn't lead her gently across the sandy beach - he pulls her, his stride purposeful and dominant.

"You've been complaining about the heat," he growls, his voice lacking any of the warmth his words might suggest. "Whining like a child instead of adapting. Perhaps I should have left you in your cold, northern castle where you belong."

His grip tightens as they approach the Water Gardens, the sound of flowing water growing louder with each step. Without warning, he shoves her forward slightly, forcing her to stumble towards the entrance.

"Look around," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This is where you'll learn your place."

Eliot steps up behind her, his body pressing against hers, his breath hot against her neck. His hands find her waist, fingers digging into her hips as he pulls her even closer.

"Do you think these gardens were built for your comfort?" he whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. "Foolish girl. They were built so everyone would know exactly who you belong to."

He spins her roughly to face him, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "And make no mistake - you belong to me. Every. Fucking. Inch."