Fertile. The animal within snapped from his control. His desire to breed her became a biological imperative. Muata ruled him now and without the sedative, his body fell into full blown lust. Nothing would sway him from his course. Her hands pushed ineffectively against his chest while she squirmed beneath him, eyes wide. Fine tremors shook her body. Aran lowered his weight in order to feel every delicious inch of her. Her struggles dislodged the towel and his arousal sprang forth, hard and aching. How he ached. If not for the dress covering her, he could slide against her skin to skin. He inhaled the subtle aroma of her arousal. She wanted him too. Her resistance weakened. Aran leaned into the hollow created by her neck as she arched away from him, leaving the vulnerable area bare to him. The innocent act called to his primitive side. He ran his nose along the sensitive skin of her neck, taking in more of her smell.
