Her fair skin reflected under the barn light, and for some reason he did not understand, it looked like a star was in his hands.
Her skin was totally flawless.
She was slightly sweaty from the struggle against the three men, but that only added to her attractiveness.
Her chest was barely covered by her tattered clothes, but even that only made her all the more alluring.
Up and down her chest went. Her breathing was a bit unsteady and parts of her skin had turned a bit pink from her struggling and the fair abuse she had just suffered.
Even though she had given her consent and had willing laid there for him to do as he pleased, Adria did not move.
He could feel it deep within his very being. It was a primordial urge for survival. It was a deep seated hunger to devour and cause chaos on a very large scale. He really wanted to drink her dry.
But with her before his eyes, a little semblance of sanity tendered him to reality and he just could not find himself making that move.
