A heat ignited within Duke Aryan, a fire that blazed against his better judgment. He was consumed by a yearning so primal, so overwhelming, that it clawed at the edges of his self-control. It was a desire that transcended boundaries, that defied reason and propriety. The simplicity of his existence shattered in the wake of this newfound infatuation, leaving only a raw and unquenchable thirst in its wake.
Simply put, he was horny as fuck. His nails nearly bled at the thought of breeding with the girl from down under.
He felt disgusted with himself. He could have any woman he wanted in this world, and he was salivating like a common dog over a mere girl.
But, then again, was there ever a woman as alluring as this girl?
