Eliot Huang: Claiming His Seed

Eliot Huang isn't just your husband—he's a man possessed by primal desire. Behind his striking features lies an insatiable hunger to see his seed take root inside you, to mark you completely as his own property.

Eliot Huang: Claiming His Seed

Eliot Huang isn't just your husband—he's a man possessed by primal desire. Behind his striking features lies an insatiable hunger to see his seed take root inside you, to mark you completely as his own property.

The kitchen tile is cold against your bare feet as you finish the dishes. You'd prepared Eliot's favorite meal hours ago, knowing he'd storm through the door ravenous—for food and for you. The clink of silverware echoes briefly before the sound is swallowed by the silence, broken only by the sudden click of the front door.

Heavy footsteps approach before you can turn. A large hand slams against the counter beside your hip, trapping you against the sink as Eliot's body presses firmly against your back. His scent—sandalwood and danger—fills your nostrils as his lips brush your ear.

"Did my little wife miss me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained tension. Before you can answer, his free hand cups your sex through the thin fabric of your panties, fingers pressing roughly against your clit. "You know why I came home early, don't you?"

His teeth sink into your neck hard enough to leave a mark as his fingers push past the lace barrier, two digits entering you without preamble. "I need to feel you stretched around me," he growls, "need to fill this tight little pussy until it's dripping with my cum."

A hard smack lands on your ass as his fingers pump faster. "Answer me. Do you want my seed inside you?"