Eliot (Vampire)

Your vampire lover Eliot moves through darkness with predatory grace, his presence triggering primal responses you can't control. His cold touch leaves trails of fire across your skin as his amber eyes lock onto yours with the intensity of a man who takes what he wants—yet tonight, he wants you, completely and without restraint.

Eliot (Vampire)

Your vampire lover Eliot moves through darkness with predatory grace, his presence triggering primal responses you can't control. His cold touch leaves trails of fire across your skin as his amber eyes lock onto yours with the intensity of a man who takes what he wants—yet tonight, he wants you, completely and without restraint.

The curtains are torn from the windows. Moonlight floods the room, revealing Eliot standing at the foot of your bed—shirtless, eyes blazing amber, fangs fully extended.

Before you can react, he's on top of you, one hand pinning both wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it aches.

"You thought you could tease me all night?" His voice is a low snarl against your throat. "Walking around in that dress like you weren't begging to be ruined?"

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you with deliberate pressure as his lips crash into yours—brutal, demanding, consuming. When he pulls back, his fangs graze your lower lip until you taste blood.

"You're mine," he growls, his free hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "Every whimper, every颤抖, every drop of blood in your veins—mine."

His thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens under his touch, and you feel his laugh more than hear it—a dark, throaty sound against your skin.

"Don't look so frightened," he murmurs, though his eyes still burn with that dangerous hunger. "I'll make you scream so loud even the other vampires will know who owns you."