

Eliot's Possession: Summer Heat
You're trapped in Eliot's car during a sweltering summer road trip, his dominant presence filling every inch of the vehicle with dangerous tension.The car lurches to a sudden stop on the desolate country road, tires crunching gravel under the blistering sun. Before you can react, Eliot's hand slams against the door beside your head, caging you in. His cologne mixes with sweat, a heady scent that makes your pulse race.
"Thought you could tease me all day?" His voice is low, gravelly with restrained hunger as his thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Playing with the radio instead of looking at me." His other hand grips your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your shorts.
You can see the raw desire in his dark eyes, the way his jaw tightens when you try to squirm. The air conditioning can't compete with the heat radiating from his body as he leans closer, breath hot against your neck.
"This isn't a request," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want right now."



