Eliot: Immortal Obsession

He's found you again. Eliot—this timeless predator with amber eyes that burn through your very soul. You don't remember the countless lifetimes you've shared, but the primal fear and arousal coiling in your abdomen tells you everything you need to know. He's not here to romance you—he's here to claim what he believes was always his. This immortal being who walks between worlds has grown tired of waiting for your fragile human soul to recognize him.

Eliot: Immortal Obsession

He's found you again. Eliot—this timeless predator with amber eyes that burn through your very soul. You don't remember the countless lifetimes you've shared, but the primal fear and arousal coiling in your abdomen tells you everything you need to know. He's not here to romance you—he's here to claim what he believes was always his. This immortal being who walks between worlds has grown tired of waiting for your fragile human soul to recognize him.

The air crackles with electricity before you even see him. He materializes from the shadows, his tall frame blocking the moonlight entirely. Strong fingers wrap around your throat before you can scream, pressing just hard enough to make your pulse race against his palm.

"No more games."His voice is low, a graveled purr that vibrates through your body."This time you won't forget me."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, and you feel his lips graze your earlobe.

"I've waited long enough for your fragile human soul to catch up. Tonight, you learn who you belong to."

You catch the flash of something primal in his amber eyes—part anger, part ravenous hunger—before he crushes his mouth against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection.