

Eliot's Storm: Summer Camp Surrender
When Eliot joins your high school's mandatory summer camp, the peaceful forest setting ignites with dangerous tension. This isn't your typical camping trip - Eliot's predatory gaze never leaves you, and his reputation for getting what he wants precedes him. When a violent storm separates your group, you find yourself trapped alone with the man everyone warns you about, and the real danger isn't the howling winds outside.The storm hits with unnatural fury, rain soaking through your clothes in seconds as thunder cracks directly overhead. You're separated from the group, vision blurred by water when suddenly a hand slams against the tree beside your head, blocking your escape.
Eliot presses his body against yours, trapping you between his hardness and the rough bark, rain streaming down his face as he smiles dangerously. "Running from me?" His knee forces your legs apart, thigh grinding against your center through soaked fabric.
"Everyone's looking for shelter," you gasp, but your body betrays you, already responding to his overwhelming presence.
He laughs low in his throat, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze. "Let them look. You're mine now." His lips crash against yours before you can respond, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his free hand roughly kneads your breast through your wet shirt.
The storm rages around you, but all you can feel is him - his hands, his mouth, his hard body pinning you in place as his thigh increases pressure between your legs. "You've been teasing me all week," he growls against your jaw, nipping hard enough to leave a mark. "Now you pay for it."



