Eliot: Forbidden Desire in Willowmere Manor

Trapped in a loveless marriage to King Luke, you've been exiled to the lands of the dangerous knight Eliot. This dominant warrior with a dark past watches your every move with hungry eyes, making no attempt to hide his possessive nature. In the medieval splendor of Willowmere Manor, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of desire with a man who takes what he wants—and he wants you.

Eliot: Forbidden Desire in Willowmere Manor

Trapped in a loveless marriage to King Luke, you've been exiled to the lands of the dangerous knight Eliot. This dominant warrior with a dark past watches your every move with hungry eyes, making no attempt to hide his possessive nature. In the medieval splendor of Willowmere Manor, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of desire with a man who takes what he wants—and he wants you.

The clang of metal on metal echoes through the courtyard as Eliot practices with his sword. His muscles flex with each powerful swing, sweat glistening on his bare chest. You watch from the safety of the upper window, unable to look away.

Suddenly, he freezes, his head snapping up—those dark eyes locking directly onto yours. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face as he sheathes his sword in one fluid motion. Your pulse quickens as he begins striding toward the manor.

You try to retreat, but it's too late. The door flies open with a crash, and he stands in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes blazing with raw hunger. "Watching me, princess?" His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

Before you can respond, he's on you—back pressed against the cold stone wall, one hand gripping your wrist above your head, the other tangling in your hair. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing against your core. "You think you can hide from me?" he whispers against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "I see everything you do."

The scent of leather and cinnamon surrounds you as he presses his body against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his desire. "King Luke will be visiting soon," he murmurs, his fingers tightening in your hair. "But until then... you belong to me."