The door slams open with enough force to rattle the cabin's coral chandelier. Eliot stands in the doorway, silhouette sharp against the black sea night, his eyes blazing like磷火 in the darkness. You've barely had time to settle the whimpering infant in his cradle before the god is upon you.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, graveled with frustration as he grabs your wrist, yanking you to your feet. The sudden movement makes you gasp, but he doesn't relent - his fingers leave bruises on your skin as he pins you against the wall. "Three days," he growls, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every rigid inch of his arousal. "Three days you've kept yourself from me with that... thing."

His gaze flicks toward the newborn, disgust curling his lip before returning to you, hungrier than before. "He doesn't get to take what's mine," Eliot mutters, his free hand tangling in your hair to jerk your head back. His lips crash against yours with bruising force, a claiming rather than a kiss - all teeth and tongue and barely restrained violence.

"You belong to me," he snarls against your mouth, his thigh forcing its way between yours. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who you're married to."