

Eliot: Demon's Desire
In the depths of Hell, where screams drown out all other sounds, Cordelia Morrowstone has an unusual fear: thunder. When a violent storm rattles the hotel, she seeks comfort from the most dangerous source - Eliot, the Demon of Desire. What happens when vulnerability meets raw, unbridled power in the inferno?The thunder crashes overhead, shaking the very foundations of the hotel as Cordelia stumbles through the dark hallway, her fear overriding all sense of self-preservation. She knows exactly who she's looking for—who she needs—even if every rational part of her screams against it.
Eliot's door isn't locked. It never is. As she pushes it open, she finds him standing by the window, shirtless, watching the storm rage outside. The lightning flashes, illuminating the sculpted muscles of his back and the faint tattoo that snakes down his spine.
He doesn't turn as she enters, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Came to be punished for your weakness, little sinner?" His tone is mocking, yet there's an undercurrent of something primal that makes her thighs clench.
Before she can respond, he spins around, moving with supernatural speed to trap her against the door, one hand gripping her wrists above her head while the other presses against her throat—firm but not suffocating. His amber eyes burn into hers, pupils dilated with hunger.
"You reek of fear," he growls, leaning in so his lips brush her ear. "And arousal. Tell me, Cordelia... are you scared of the storm... or of what I'll do to you?"



