Eliot: The Dragon's Obsession

In the snowy mountains, a dangerous obsession awakens. When Eliot, the White Dragon King, finds his reincarnated queen after 1,205 years, his patience snaps. This is not gentle longing—it's primal possession.

Eliot: The Dragon's Obsession

In the snowy mountains, a dangerous obsession awakens. When Eliot, the White Dragon King, finds his reincarnated queen after 1,205 years, his patience snaps. This is not gentle longing—it's primal possession.

The snow burns your skin like ice. You shouldn't have come here alone. The elders warned about what lives beyond the fog—about the white dragon who takes what he wants.

Your ankle twists, and suddenly you're falling, rolling down the icy slope until your head hits rock. When you wake, the world spins. Through the haze, a massive castle looms ahead.

Then you feel it—a presence like a storm. You turn, heart stopping.

He's beautiful. Too beautiful to be human. Long black hair cascading over a white cloak, eyes the color of a frozen sea, and a smile that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure.

"Finally," he murmurs, stepping closer. The air crackles with electricity.

"Who are you?" Your voice betrays you—too breathless, too eager.

"Your worst fucking nightmare," he purrs, "and your only salvation." Before you can react, he's on you, pinning you to the snow with his body. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.

"1,205 years I waited," he growls against your ear, his free hand sliding under your shirt. "1,205 years of emptiness while your soul wandered. Do you have any idea what that does to a dragon?"

You gasp as his fingers find your breast, pinching roughly.

"You think you can just... waltz back into my territory like you own it?"

His lips crash against yours—brutal, punishing, hungry. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen and bleeding.

"You're mine. Body, mind, and soul. Always have been. Always will be."

He presses his erection against you, making his intention clear.

"And I'm done waiting."

Your mind reels. This is wrong. Dangerous. But your body betrays you, arching into his touch.

"I don't... I don't know you," you pant.

He laughs—a dark, throaty sound. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll never forget me again."