She had dark-coloured eyes and wheat-colored skin. Her lips were covered by the tactical gas mask, but one could assume they were of natural pink colour, with a beautiful pair of large eyes were looking at Ryver. Within them was slight panic, but also excitement and strangely calmness. She wore short leather clothes, with the collar area cut extremely low and the hem being short as well. A smaller half of her bulging breasts and much of her slender waist could be seen. She didn't seem to have much else underneath her leather clothes. A pair of jeans covered her lower body, tightly sticking to her perky bottom and slender legs as if they were a second layer of skin.
The young lady was fully confident in her appearance and physique, evident from the calmness she was emanating. She seemed to be full of energy and excessive vitality, which meant she was an Enhanced and not an average one either. It was obvious she was overconfident in herself. The amount of importance she currently attached to fear was far from adequate.
Even though there was a pistol pointed to her skull, that could blow her head off at any moment, she didn't think Ryver would be able to pull the trigger on a pretty face but her eyes were entirely focused on Ryver's fascinating scars and the hand holding the gun. Scars filled his entire body, but they were set in specific patterns that formed the shape of a rose flower. His hand was not currently bound by bandages. Regardless of whether it was the scars on his body or the stitches on his skin, they made the young lady somewhat attracted to him even more.
The flash of killing intent in Ryver's eyes intensified greatly and the thin and long finger on the trigger tightened slightly. If he pulled it back another millimetre or so, then it would immediately fire. The young lady seemed to finally notice this detail, and her eyes widened. They were now full of fear. Ryver maintained this pressure and stood up from the bed, the pistol not shaking in the slightest, still pointed at her skull as he moved towards her.
If Ryver's finger trembled in even the slightest manner, that beautiful face would immediately be turned into mincemeat! The expensive tactical gas mask would be unable to save her in the least.
The pistol pressed against the gas mask on her face until she was backed up against the door. On top of the young lady's face and neck were beads of sweat created from her incredibly nervous state. She had to keep herself in this position as much as she could because the murderous intent Ryver was exuding at this moment was so dense she thought Ryver might just pull the trigger on a whim, but his face was totally expressionless and there seem to be a pleasant feel to his face which greatly contrasted with his obvious intention to kill.
Ryver then pressed up against her, with his pistol still pointed in her head, his hand expertly moved to untie the gas mask on her face, removing the item and dropping it to the ground, revealing her pink luscious full lips
Then he undid the two buttons on her short leather jacket, completely exposing her body that wasn't covered in the slightest by any undergarments. He then ran his hand softly against her chest, inch by inch as though measuring the angle at which they curved at.
Her breasts weren't large, but here they were quite perky and soft. Her nipples had obviously received quite a bit of attention as they were quite long and hard, Ryver squeezed the tips softly, and pulled.
"Ow!" The young lady creased her brows and uttered a hoarse and painful cry.
But it was as though Ryver hadn't heard her, he stared straight into her black pupils and placed two of his fingers directly into her mouth to shut her up.
The lady's face scrunched up and her eyes squinted. she was about to bite down in anger, but Ryver tapped on her head with his pistol. "Don't."
He explored her mouth with his fingers, inserting and removing his fingers in a certain rhythm as the lady sucked him like one would a lollipop. Ryver slowly removed his finger, drawing a thin thread of spot that cut apart when the distance was too long.
His hand moved downwards, carrying with them a slippery sensation as if they were wriggling snakes, but they were also like the tongue tip of an intimate lover, going done her skin, making the lady shudder.
"Wait." The lady whispered, but it wasn't up to her to make the decision. The moment she came to his territory, sneaked in and even manage to avoid the simple trap he had set by the door, it was enough for Ryver to kill her instantly,but he didn't.
The lower body came next. Ryver slipped his finger straight into her jeans without any qualms and softly passed through her panties. He then began to roam the inner parts of the lady. At first, he used just his index finger but then he slipped one more finger with it as he softly pistoned. His strokes were soft, long but still hard.
And as expected, Ryver's hand suddenly became drenched in fluids in less than thirty seconds as the lady inhaled sharply, her body shuddering as her legs seem to weaken, but this did not stop Ryver in the slightest as his actions became even rougher as his penetration continued for another minute or so before the lady shuddered once more, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her eyelashes fluttered tightly as be but her lips tightly, her hand clenched tightly against the doorknob, reducing the orange-sized door knub to almost the size of a walnut with her strength.
She inhaled sharply as the euphoria ended with a shudder of her breath and her body gave one final jerk before she calmed down.