Jason's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft, iridescent flesh of her hips. The contrast was stark—his rough, dominant hold against her divine, untouched skin.
He didn't waste another second. He reached up, his palm cupping one of her breasts, squeezing the firm mound through the thin lace. He felt her nipple harden instantly against his palm, a tiny peak of arousal that betrayed her stoic expression.
"You want to strengthen your race?" Jason growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Let's see how much you can actually take."
He slid his hand down, ripping the lace fabric away from her crotch with a violent tug. The sound of the delicate material tearing echoed in the silent chamber, exposing her most private sanctuary. She was perfectly groomed, her pussy a pale, tight slit that shimmered with a hint of natural lubrication, though she was clearly trembling. Jason didn't go for the kill immediately; he wanted to break her composure piece by piece.
