Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

29. Chapter 29

Chapter 29

I could have stood amidst the shadows and remained concealed by the dense foliage that surrounds the exotic lagoon, except I don’t feel like it today. After Astro’s outburst earlier and Foster rendering him unconscious, he said to leave the wanker to sleep it off because he’ll wake up with a blooming hangover. It’s a really fucked situation to be in. As much as I can appreciate Astro’s company, attacking Eve as he did was uncalled for, and whatever Foster did to him served him right.

Not bothering to hide my view, I sit on the edge of the large rock next to where Eve’s left her clothes, my legs hanging above the water, and my gaze fixated on her ethereal form. She walks into the crystalline waters like a nymph born of moonlight, her alabaster skin glowing against the backdrop of verdant foliage. I watch as she dunks her head, her long, almost platinum blonde locks cascading down her back like strands of liquid silver, trailing droplets of water that glisten in the dim light surrounding the lagoon.

As she moves with a grace that seems otherworldly, my eyes trace the contours of her nude body, every curve and angle a masterpiece. Her pale round breasts and rosey pebbled nipples are buds waiting for my teeth to nibble on.

Eve’s gaze locks with mine, and I'm momentarily frozen in place, caught in the piercing intensity of her bright blue eyes. But to my surprise, there's no hint of discomfort or disdain in her expression, only a subtle amusement that sends a shiver down my spine.

How the fuck does she manage to do that to me?

Unfazed by my lingering stare, she ventures towards me. Striding confidently, her movements are fluid and graceful, like a goddess descending from her celestial realm. I can't tear my eyes away from her, transfixed by the raw beauty that emanates from her every pore, as if I've fallen under some enchantment from which there is no escape.

I do not attempt to help her climb the rocks; she seems to do it with ease, and I doubt she would even take my hand if I offered it.

"Enjoying the view?" she asks, her voice laced with sarcasm as she meets my gaze head-on.

I look up at the beauty before me; water droplets descend down her body, and I watch them run down her skin. My eyes travel down to her almost hairless slit. Her hair is so light it looks as if she hasn’t got any, and now, all I want to do is reach up and swipe my fingers to feel their silkiness and get a taste of her.

I chuckle softly, unable to suppress the truth any longer. "I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a voyeur," I confess, my tone unexpectedly candid.

"Most men would try to deny it," she observes, cocking her head to the side as she studies me intently.

“Is it bad that I enjoy watching you?”

“How much do you watch me?” she asks, avoiding my question, and I love that she stays there standing, unabashed by her nudity. I don’t try to hide the tenting going on in my trousers either.

“A lot,” I confirm. “You caught my eye from the moment I saw you waiting for the ferry to Hawthornes. I find you a person of interest. I especially love watching you fuck the others.”

She looks as if she’s slowly digesting everything I’ve just admitted, her eyes widening slightly in shock, but there's a flicker of something else—an almost imperceptible curve at the corner of her lips, a glint of intrigue in her gaze.

“Does it turn you on knowing that I enjoy watching?” I ask and wait with eagerness to see her reaction.

Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she bites her lower lip, as if savoring the confession. The shock in her eyes is now mingled with a dark, almost playful curiosity.

“Is it me or the others that turn you on?”

“I hold no secrets, Wildcat. I’ve been with men in the past, but my preference is for women. I’m not attracted to any of the men on this island. You caught my eye, and I haven’t let go.” I stare at her, wondering what her thoughts are at this exact moment .

"Most women would find your voyeurism creepy," she adds with a wry smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, yet nothing I’ve admitted seems to phase her much.

I meet her gaze with a steady intensity, unapologetic in my admission. "Perhaps," I concede, "but then again, most women aren't as captivating as you."

She chuckles at my shameless admission, her laughter softens into a contemplative smile, and she regards me with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. Her eyes, a shade of cerulean blue that seem to hold the secrets of the ocean depths, sparkle with a newfound curiosity as she takes in my words.

"Captivating, huh?" she muses, her voice echoing a hint of disbelief, yet she seems to take a certain pleasure in my genuine admittance. She tilts her head slightly, studying me with a newfound interest as if trying to unravel the enigma that lies beneath my dark exterior.

Her gaze lingers on mine for a moment longer, and then, with a subtle nod of acknowledgment, she turns her head away, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Well, Mr. Voyeur," she says, her tone teasing yet oddly inviting, "perhaps you'll find that not all women are as easily deterred by a little darkness."

As she reaches for her clothes, preparing to depart, I drop down from my rock and seize her arm, pulling her forcefully towards me, our bodies colliding in a sudden, intimate embrace.

I don’t let go of her, and she seems fine right where she is. I reach around her, gripping the back of her head and fisting her wet hair. I tug hard so she’s forced to tilt her head up at me. Looking down at her big sky-blue eyes, I see them flare with need.

Leaning forward, our lips touch, and electricity explodes through my body; my muscles tighten and my knob twitches. It’s a kiss that, deep down, I’ve been wanting like crazy.

A moan escapes me as soon as she takes the liberty to suck my lip, and that’s all it takes from her to drive me wild with desire. I nip her lower lip and swipe my tongue against it. She tastes unbelievably addictive. I want to devour her, and as my hand tangles in her hair, I push her even closer against me. Her body quivers, and my knob is so hard, I feel as if I am about to explode just from this kiss.

When Eve lets out a little breathy moan, it goes straight to my cock. In reaction, I force my tongue deeper, dominating her mouth, marking her lips, bruising them, and taking what I want.

Everything of Eve is now mine.

My other hand explores her damp skin, the smoothness of her soft curves. She feels tiny against me, delicate and special, and I fucking love it.

I swing us both around and position her against the boulder I was perched on earlier. Releasing my lips from her, I get down on my knees in front of her and brace my hands on the rock on either side of her thighs, but I don’t touch her.

Not yet.

“Spread these perfect fucking legs and feed me what I’ve been craving for too long.”

I watch her clamp her teeth down on her lower lip and nod.

She opens her thighs a little, unsure what to do, so I settle my shoulders between them and look up at her. Flashing a sly smile at her, I press my hand to her chest, encouraging her to lean back against the smooth rock. I then hook her knees over my shoulders and come face to face with what I dreamed of having the day my eyes clamped down on her, and my obsession with her never wavered. It grew and grew, and now I’m so close to the cunt I fantasized about.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deep, and when I open them, I growl and lean forward to lick the entire line of her core. She gasps loudly. When I press the metal of my tongue deeper, stroking her with it from top to bottom, she grips my hair, forgetting her balance, and almost collapses onto my face.

“Oh god, I’m so sorr…ahhhyy…” She doesn’t finish her sentence because I use my shoulders to push her back up and stiffen my tongue, driving it deep into her, fucking her with it. My deep groans of pleasure vibrate into her cunt through her body.

I center my mouth over her clit and suck, causing her to scream and yank at me. I ignore it, predicting her move, and balance her over my face and shoulders, continuing the onslaught my tongue is giving her with a voracious appetite.

Lifting her arse a little, my tongue dips lower and pays special attention to her puckered hole, twirling my tongue over it. I know exactly what that little metal stud is doing to her.

She bucks her hips with excitement, and I know she’s drawing to the edge again .

Moving back north, I suck down on her clit again, flicking my tongue over it at the same time, and she finally reaches a full-blown climax as her entire body convulses, her grip on my hair tightens, and she comes screaming and yowling.

Letting her down gently, I step back and begin to undress until I’m completely clothes-free and let her stare at me, taking me in. I know she’s tracing the sprawling tapestry of darkness etched into my flesh, weaving its way from my forearm, with intricate patterns of thorns and vines entwining, crawling upward along my arms like sinister tendrils. Across my shoulders, the design takes on a more ominous tone, with shadow figures and twisted symbols emerging from the black ink.

Descending down my chest, the tattoo becomes a scene of haunting images of macabre figures, their eyes ablaze with ghostly stares. It snakes its way across my abdomen, where serpentine creatures writhe amidst arcane sigils, their forms coiling sinuously.

Eve’s eyes travel down my leg, and the tattoo transforms once more, morphing into a menagerie of mythical beasts frozen in eternal agony.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Each line and curve of your ink tells a story of darkness and despair. A reflection of the haunted soul that bears it.” She meets my gaze, and I can't help but smile at her perceptiveness.

“You figured me out so well,” I reply, impressed, with a hint of amusement in my tone.

“You’re a complicated figure, but I knew you were special from the moment your scent hit my nasal senses, and I became addicted.”

Fuck.

My breath catches in my throat at her boldness.

Did she really just go there?

Eve is a woman after my own heart.

"My heart is black, Wildcat," I respond, my voice low and tinged with a dangerous edge. "I'm not like anyone you've ever been with."

Eve's lips curl into a mischievous smile as she meets my gaze, her eyes sparkling with a hint of defiance.

"Good," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "I've always had a taste for danger." With that, she leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "And I have a feeling you're just my type. Especially that monster between your legs. I have no idea how you intend to fit it inside me, but I’d like to see you try."

My eyes widen in surprise at her boldness, but I quickly recover, a cocky smile spreading across my lips, and my knob stands at full attention upon hearing her magic words.

Stepping forward, I pull her towards me, positioning my hands under her perky globes, I lift her up, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. Her breasts come face to face with me, and as I position her against the rock, I grab her tit between my lips just as I slide my knob into her. Slowly edging in, she gasps at my size.

“Oh, what the fuck!” she sighs as I pull her nipple and graze my canines against it.

As I bite down, I thrust through her cunt, and she groans her pain and pleasure. She cries out for me, the sound of her pleasure filling the air while dark spots dance around the corners of my vision and my knob throbbing deep inside her.

I let one tit go and catch the other one between my lips. I nip her breast again with my teeth, and the bite of pain is the final move that makes her shatter.

Her walls squeeze me so tight I can’t hold back any longer. A roar leaves my chest as I slam into her so deep that she screams. I come, filling her up as she cries out, her eyes rolling back in her own pleasure.

I keep her there despite the pain in my wrist threatening to explode. Releasing her, I let her feet touch the ground. Gathering her into my arms, I silently wince as I settle us onto the ground, cradling her against me in my lap.

“You always smell so good, Jack,” she murmurs as she nuzzles her head against my shoulder, toying her fingers against the thin black leather string around my neck that holds my ebony pendant.

A grin tugs at my lips. "And what scent am I graced with today?"

"I can't quite place it... Chocolate and cinnamon, perhaps?"

"Like a decadent dessert?" I tease.

She giggles softly. "No, more like an irresistible temptation."

I raise an eyebrow playfully. "Irresistible, huh?"

"Absolutely," she insists with a smile. "And undeniably sweet."

I fake a scowl. "Sweet isn't exactly my reputation."

"Maybe not to everyone," she concedes, "but to me, you're sweeter than honey."

"We've established that," I chuckle.

A sharp pang shoots through my wrist, and I instinctively shake it out .

"Is that the wrist Astro nearly crushed?" she asks, concern lacing her words.

"My bones are tougher than they look, Wildcat," I assure her, though I can't hide the bruises marring my skin.

"But your wrist looks injured," she observes softly, a little concerned.

I offer a dismissive shrug, attempting to downplay her worry. "Just a little reminder of past adventures."

Her brows knit together in a skeptical look, but before she can protest further, I lean in and capture her lips with mine. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but quickly ignites into something more passionate, fueled by the intensity of our connection.

Her fingers thread through my midnight-black hair, pulling me closer. The ache in my wrist fades into insignificance as our bodies meld together, the island around us disappearing into a haze of desire and longing.

Lost in the darkness of the moment, I deepen the kiss, pouring my soul into it, letting her taste the depth of my longing and desire. In this passionate exchange, amidst the shadows and the chaos, I find solace, a fleeting moment of peace in a world of perpetual darkness.