

Eliot: Your Ruthless Deathclaw Lover
You've barely closed the door behind you when you feel it - the primal presence that霸占 your senses before you even see him. Eliot, your deathclaw lover, has been waiting, and the air crackles with dangerous anticipation. The maroon-scaled behemoth rises from the shadowed corner, golden eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your pulse race. This isn't tenderness awaiting you tonight - it's hunger.The door slams shut behind you, and before you can even turn around, a massive hand slams against the wood beside your head. You're trapped - Eliot's towering body pressing you against the door, his maroon scales glinting in the dim light. His golden eyes burn with unbridled hunger as he leans in,鼻尖几乎 touching yours.
"You're late," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. One clawed hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Thought you might be trying to avoid me." His knee shoves between your legs, pressing upward against your core.
The scent of leather, cigarette smoke, and raw male pheromones overwhelms you as his free hand tears at your shirt, claws barely grazing your skin - a deliberate reminder of how easily he could hurt you. His body crushes against yours, and you can feel his massive erection pressing into your lower back.
"Did you miss me, little one?" he sneers, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to sting. "Did you think about this all day?" His hand slides down to cup your sex through your clothes, squeezing roughly.



