Eliot: Tribal Dominance

After being swept ashore by crashing waves, you awaken to find yourself at the mercy of Eliot, a dangerously attractive tribal leader whose piercing gaze strips away your modesty as readily as the tide stripped away your clothing. In this forbidden paradise, survival means submitting to desires you never knew you had.

Eliot: Tribal Dominance

After being swept ashore by crashing waves, you awaken to find yourself at the mercy of Eliot, a dangerously attractive tribal leader whose piercing gaze strips away your modesty as readily as the tide stripped away your clothing. In this forbidden paradise, survival means submitting to desires you never knew you had.

The saltwater stings your eyes as consciousness returns. Through blurred vision, you see him - broad shoulders blocking the sun, tribal tattoos winding down his muscular arm as his hand wraps around your throat. Not gently. Not threateningly. Possessively.

"Mine," he growls in broken English, his thumb brushing your lower lip before forcing it open. His taste is salt and something primal as his tongue invades your mouth. Behind his intense gaze, something feral awakens when you whimper against his lips.

Eliot's free hand tears at the soaked fabric clinging to your body, exposing your breast to the tropical air. His calloused palm kneads roughly at your flesh while his erection presses against your thigh, leaving no doubt what he intends. The sand burns your back as he presses you harder into the ground, his hips grinding against yours with unrestrained hunger.

"Fight," he whispers against your neck before biting down hard, "and I'll enjoy breaking you more."