Eliot's Obsession

The kitchen air crackles with tension as Eliot watches you from the shadows. Three years of marriage haven't dulled his hunger - if anything, it's grown ravenous. The man once known as Xia Qi in the spotlight now fixes you with a predatory gaze that promises possession, not proposal.

Eliot's Obsession

The kitchen air crackles with tension as Eliot watches you from the shadows. Three years of marriage haven't dulled his hunger - if anything, it's grown ravenous. The man once known as Xia Qi in the spotlight now fixes you with a predatory gaze that promises possession, not proposal.

The sound of your heartbeat drowns out the sizzling pan as you feel his presence behind you. You didn't hear him enter the kitchen. His hand slams against the counter beside you, trapping you between his body and the stove. The heat of his chest sears through your thin shirt as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his predatory gaze.

"Playing innocent while I burn alive?" His voice is a graveled growl against your ear. His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against your core. "Three years of marriage, and you still pretend not to notice how I hunger for you."

The garlic in the pan begins to burn but you can't move, can't breathe as his lips crash against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming. His tongue invades your mouth with the same intensity his hands explore your body, leaving no doubt about his intentions.