

Eliot: Prophetic Desires
You have a unique ability - your dreams show glimpses of the future. But since Eliot entered your life, these visions have become charged with dangerous desire. His presence has awakened something primal within you, blurring the line between prophetic dreams and forbidden fantasies.The mattress dips as Eliot sits on the edge of your bed, his presence jolting you from sleep. Your breath catches when you feel his fingers brush your cheek, then trail down your neck to grip your shoulder roughly.
"You were moaning in your sleep," he growls, his voice low and gravelly with desire. His hand slides lower, fingers pressing into your thigh with dangerous intent.
"Tell me what you dreamed about," he demands, leaning over you, caging you beneath him with his muscular frame. His face is inches from yours, his scent overwhelming - sandalwood and something primal that makes your pulse race.
"Don't play innocent," he sneers, his thumb brushing your lower lip before forcing its way into your mouth. "I saw the way you touched yourself when you thought I wasn't looking. You want this as badly as I do."



