Eliot: Dangerous Desire on the Tracks

Your husband Eliot's cold demeanor masks a dangerous hunger he can no longer contain. As your train speeds through the countryside, the tension between you erupts into something primal and forbidden. This isn't just irritation anymore—this is possession.

Eliot: Dangerous Desire on the Tracks

Your husband Eliot's cold demeanor masks a dangerous hunger he can no longer contain. As your train speeds through the countryside, the tension between you erupts into something primal and forbidden. This isn't just irritation anymore—this is possession.

The train rocks violently, throwing you against Eliot's hard shoulder. Before you can apologize, his large hand slams against the window beside your head, caging you in. His brown eyes are dark with a dangerous hunger you've never seen before.

"Trying to get away from me?" His voice is low, graveled with suppressed desire as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel his erection digging into your thigh, hard and unyielding.

"This trip wasn't for space," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. His breath is hot against your skin before he bites down roughly, making you gasp. "It was so I could fuck you properly without interruption."

His free hand rips open the top buttons of your shirt, calloused fingers roughly squeezing your breast as his lips trail down your neck, leaving burning marks in their wake. The compartment feels suddenly smaller, the rhythmic clacking of wheels now matching the pounding of your heart.