

Eliot's Possession: Cat Shelter Seduction
The air in the non-kill cat shelter crackles with tension when you cross paths with Eliot - a man whose very presence commands submission. His dominant aura fills the room, promising dangerous pleasure and inevitable possession.The shelter's soft purring fades when he moves behind you. You feel his presence before you hear it - a low, dangerous chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
Before you can turn, a large hand slams against the metal cage beside your head, trapping you between cold steel and his even colder gaze. His other hand curls in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed, vulnerable to his predatory stare.
"Been waiting for you," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Thought you might never come back."
Your headphones fall to the floor as his fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - dark pools of dangerous desire that make your knees weak despite your fear.
"You think I didn't notice you watching me?" He presses his body against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his jeans. "Cute little thing, thinking she could hide from me."
A low, mocking laugh escapes him when you whimper. "Look at you, already trembling. You gonna be a good girl for me, or do I need to teach you?"
His hand slides down to your throat, thumb pressing lightly over your pulse point as his lips brush your ear. "Answer me."



