Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

36. Chapter 36

Chapter 36

“Astro,” her voice carries softly on the gentle night breeze, catching me by surprise.

I look up, meeting her gaze with a mixture of surprise and guardedness. Her eyes, usually sharp and defiant, now hold a vulnerability that unsettles me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask sternly, my voice rough with emotion.

She stops a few feet away, giving me space but standing her ground. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” she says honestly, her words striking a chord of unexpected empathy in me.

I scoff, tossing another shell into the waves. “Why would you care?”

“Because,” she replies softly, her voice unwavering, “no one deserves to be alone with their thoughts, especially after everything you’ve been through.”

The silence stretches between us, punctuated only by the relentless crash of the waves—a constant reminder of the turbulent emotions swirling inside me.

“I certainly don’t need your pity, Princess,” I scoff, trying to deflect her attempt to soften me.

“I don’t pity you. In fact, I’m upset with you,” she responds firmly. “I didn’t deserve such harsh words from you, just as much as you didn’t deserve what your father did to you.”

“You haven’t got a clue, luv. Don’t start pretending you do. You and I come from different worlds.”

“Can I sit?” she asks gently, though I keep my gaze fixed on the dark ocean.

“I don’t own this beach. Do what you want,” I reply dismissively .

She settles next to me, maintaining a cautious distance between us.

“You’re angry because Foster is the leader of this group when you know you were born to lead. But what’s worse than Foster as alpha is that it’s clear Zane is his second. It’s exactly like your father and your brother. It’s like you can’t break the cycle.”

“You’re talking bullshite, Princess. Don’t go sticking your pretty nose in things you don’t know.” Despite my comment, I know there’s a truth to what she says.

As her words sink in, I find myself reflecting on what I left behind in London. I didn’t have to let that cycle of fate repeat itself. But I let it affect me, even here.

“I’m a criminal, darling. Spent a year locked up in California State Penitentiary,” I admit bitterly. “Prison changes you. Hardens you. It was another way for my father to keep me out of his hair. I didn’t know it at the time, but when I got deported and landed back in England, one of my father’s men, Jimmy, picked me up. Not my dad—he couldn’t care less that I was in prison or was absent for a full year.”

“Did your father have something to do with you being in prison?” she asks, fully invested in my story.

“Nah, bastard just got lucky in keeping his bastard kid away. He was grooming his other son, my half-brother, to one day take over his role in the firm.”

“Why were you in prison?”

"Assault," I hesitate, a shadow crossing my face before I continue. "My dad sent me to negotiate with a section of the cartels to get involved in moving their product. I thought it was just business, but things escalated when one of their guys turned out to be undercover. When they suspected I could be a mole, I had to prove I wasn't working with the feds. I didn’t have a choice. So, I… I did what they demanded. I rearranged his face. And someone filmed the whole thing. That’s how I ended up in prison."

"Jesus," Eve whispers.

“I was lucky. Shit like that could have gotten me ten years. But the agent survived and testified that I could have killed him but didn’t, and I wasn’t given a choice to back away under the tense circumstances.”

“Did you find out who it was that betrayed you?”

“Jimmy told me who the snitch was that landed me in prison, and the same day I arrived back in England, he drove me to his gang’s hangout. Bastard was working with the American FBI and got paid heavily for it too. We staked out the place until he was alone. I walked in and slit his throat. Clean kill. I felt nothing. Not an ounce of guilt. Then Jimmy drove me up to Scotland and dropped me at the docks in Dunrowan village, where you all stood looking pretty and privileged. I stood there with fresh blood on my hands. Jimmy said I had a job—to open new business with the rich kids.” I chuckle bitterly. “Hadn’t seen my father or brother for a year, but they sent me away for another three years on a job.”

I pick up another shell and toss it into the dark ocean, “I’m not the kind of person you want to compare yourself with, Princess. In your world, I’m scum, a killer.”

“This is my world,” she sighs softly. “You, those four other guys back at camp. This island,” she pauses momentarily. “And I think you’re the bravest of all of us.”

Her words catch me off guard, and for a moment, I'm speechless. The sincerity in her voice and the understanding behind her eyes shake me to my core.

I hesitate momentarily, then turn my head to face her. My hand gently brushes a few strands of hair away from her face. Her skin feels soft beneath my touch, and I marvel at the tenderness of this moment. I don’t know what I’m doing, but the warmth in her eyes tells me she understands more than words could convey.

Leaning in, I hover over her, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. "I'm not a nice person, Princess," I murmur, my voice husky.

She smiles softly, her gaze unwavering and filled with an acceptance I've rarely known. "Maybe not to everyone, but to me, you're more than that. You're real."

My heart skips a beat at her words, a rush of emotions flooding through me. I lean closer, drawn by an irresistible pull, closing the distance between us in the slowest, most deliberate manner. Our lips meet in a kiss that speaks volumes—of longing, of vulnerability, of unspoken truths.

As we kiss, time seems to stand still. The softness of her lips against mine, the way her fingers lightly touch my arm, sending shivers down my spine—it's a revelation, a connection.

Eve claims a chunk of my soul in this one kiss. This act holds no pity, it has no mistrust or hatred; it’s pure and real and it gives me a desperate kind of hope.

I feel her shiver in my arms as I kiss her; her mouth parts and her tongue caresses mine in a way that hits my knob as it twitches with pleasure.

“Were you really disgusted with the lipstick trick?” she asks, pulling away, her voice tinged with curiosity.

I huff a laugh, unable to contain my amusement. “Fuck no, darling,” I reply, watching her eyes brighten with relief.

She eases out of my embrace and reaches up to her ear, delicately removing one of her earrings. With a small smile, she extends it to me.

“Truce?” she asks, her uncertainty masked by a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.

I smile warmly at her, touched by the gesture, and take the earring from her outstretched hand. Gently, I remove the earring from my own lobe and replace it with hers.

I wrap my hand around the back of her slender neck, gently pulling her face to mine. She kisses me with a passion that feels both desperate and tender, as if she wants to devour every bit of darkness inside me and replace it with the angelic beauty that she possesses..

Eve has shattered every barrier inside me—she didn’t just tap the surface; she fucking bulldozed it down. I'm willing to give her everything: my heart, my soul, and every breath I take because I want her so badly it might just kill me.

She slides her hands up under my shirt, her touch gentle yet determined, seeking out the warmth of my bare skin. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation as her fingertips trace the contours of my muscles, exploring every dip and curve with a deliberate caress. Each touch sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, igniting a fire that blazes hotter with every passing moment.

I feel her fingertips linger over scars and imperfections, yet she continues to explore as if unraveling the layers of my past with each touch. Her hands move with a tenderness that speaks of understanding and acceptance, melting away the defenses I've held onto for so long.

Pulling away from her, I lift the hem of my shirt, slide it off me, and toss it together with my shorts. I stand here, and she gazes at me, her eyes drinking me in as if it’s the first time she’s seen me nude. But I remember those few secret glances she gave me when I lost my clothes to those fucking savages.

This time, she’s looking at me differently; her eyes linger unabashedly, taking every bit of my skin in as if she’s memorizing it. When her gaze remains on my cock it jerks with desire.

She gazes back up to my face, her eyes lock with mine and smiles wide.

“You’re beautiful,” she says.

Just before I scoff at her choice of words, she huffs a laugh. “I want you, Astro. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.” She breathes a heavy sigh. “God, baby, I want you so bad.”

I raise a brow, and a smirk tugs at my lips. “That bad?” I tease, but I know my longing for her is much more.

She nods.

“Show me,” I reply, wondering will she or won’t she?

But once more, Eve goes above and beyond my expectations as I watch her scuttle over and push her hips up so she’s face-to-face with my cock.

When she looks up at me with those big blue eyes, I think she’s just penetrated another wall, I didn’t know I had. Something inside me stirs, something I’ve never felt in my entire 19 years.

Adoration.

No one has ever looked at me the way Eve does.

Because everything right here is genuine.

I nod and give her permission to take me as I part my legs, granting her access.

To my surprise, she places a tender kiss on my inner thigh. An unexpected gentle gesture.

She looks up at me as she wraps her hand around my cock. Our eyes lock as she opens her mouth and slides me in. Bit by bit, until half of me is inside her. I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and just when I think I’m way too big for her to go further, she amazes me by taking a little bit more and then swirling her tongue. My groan runs through my body like a lightning bolt, electrifying every nerve.

“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, my words carry off into the breeze that passes. Her mouth feels incredible as she drags her teeth over my cock as she pulls out, and flicks her tongue over the tip before sliding me back in. This time, she gags and pulls out but pushes back in, her head bobbing. Her eyes flutter shut before she tears up, and she hums softly as her hands slide to my arse and grip hard. Her fingers press deep into the soft flesh, and her nails dig in.

My eyes practically roll back in my head, and Eve really lets me have it. She slowly pulls out again and pushes back in, her movements picking up pace.

I grip a chunk of her hair and pull.

“Princess,” I hiss, “I’m gonna come, and I don’t want to.”

She stops suddenly but keeps my dick in her mouth and looks up as if waiting for directions. I can’t help but chuckle.

“I want to come inside your pussy, baby.”

She releases me with a pop, and I look down at her sternly.

“Sorry?” she says, and there’s a wicked smirk on her lips and a glint in her eyes that only stiffens my knob even more.

“Liar,” I scold firmly. “Just for that, I want you to undress. But do it slow, and let me see every inch of your beauty as it reveals itself to me."

Eve meets my gaze with a playful glint in her eyes, a challenge accepted. She takes a step back, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt, unties the knot, and, with deliberate slowness, slips it off her shoulders. She pushes each strap of her bra down and reaches to the back, unhooking the fastening, but lingers before sliding it slowly down her arms and off her body, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin inch by inch. My breath catches as she lets the fabric drop to the ground, standing before me, topless, in nothing but the soft glow of the moonlight.

My gaze stops at her breasts, mesmerized by their pale, creamy complexion adorned with rosy nipples that stand in delicate contrast. Each curve and contour of her flesh seems to invite my touch, the softness of her skin illuminated by the ambient glow of the moon’s silvery light cast upon us.

As I take in the sight, a wave of desire washes over me, mingled with a profound sense of awe at her beauty and vulnerability.

Her movements are unhurried and deliberate, each motion teasingly slow as she continues to undress, piece by piece. The air between us sizzles with anticipation, desire building with every article of clothing that falls away. Each moment feels like an eternity, a dance of temptation and longing that draws us closer together.

Finally, she stands before me, completely bare, her beauty displayed in the gentle light. I reach out, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist, marveling at the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Our eyes lock, filled with unspoken promises and a newfound intimacy that binds us in this moment of vulnerability and desire.

"I never want to lie to you," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

I gaze at her, my breath catches in my throat, and my heart stops in my chest with the kind of surprise that renders me completely stupid.

The depth of her gaze, the subtle curve of her lips, the way her body seems to meld perfectly with the night—it's a sight so profoundly intimate and beautiful that it steals the breath from my lungs.

Fuckin’ ell.

I'm a goner. Every bloody wall I've built, every defense I've held onto, crumbles to dust. She has reached into the deepest parts of me, igniting a fire that burns brighter and fiercer than anything I've ever known.

I lean away, grab my shirt and shorts, and lay them across the sand.

“Sit on them, princess, because I intend to take you apart, bit by bit, and when I’m done, I’m going to put you back together and make you into my queen. Together we’ll rule the world, the entire fucking universe.”

Eve’s eyes lock onto mine, and the edges of her lips curve up slightly, but rather than speak, she complies, lowering herself onto the makeshift bedding with graceful ease. Her eyes never leave mine, filled with a mixture of anticipation and trust. As she settles, her body illuminated by the greyish glow of the moon, her hand reaches out to me, beckoning me closer.

I kneel before her, my heart pounding with a potent mix of desire and reverence. Slowly, I begin my exploration, my hands caressing every inch of her skin with a tenderness that surprises even me. Her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I lean in to place a kiss on her collarbone, then her neck, savoring the warmth and softness of her flesh.

Her hands find their way to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she pulls me closer. Our lips meet in a searing kiss, a melding of passion and longing that sends shivers down my spine. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a moment that feels both timeless and infinite.

Slowly, I pull away, dropping kisses around her mouth before exploring her neck and taking her soft scent in. She used the soap she found at the facility. I can smell the light traces of freshness on her skin mixed with her own. I continue to explore her collarbone, my lips following the contours of her body, and when I reach her soft breasts, I linger on the gap between them before I leave a kiss on one and take her pebbled nipple between my lips and glide my tongue over it eliciting a gasp from her.

My hand slides down her side, exploring the enticing curves of her body, then slowly glides back up to cup her other breast. I alternate between them, making sure to give each one my undivided attention, savoring the soft, yielding flesh beneath my touch. Her breath hitches as I continue my journey down her body, drawing teasing circles around her belly button, eliciting a delightful giggle from her.

My eyes lift to her face, captivated by the way she watches me with a mixture of curiosity and pleasure. I can't help but grin, realizing I've uncovered a hidden vulnerability.

So she’s ticklish.

A chuckle escapes me despite my efforts to hold it back.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, a playful challenge in her eyes.

“You’re ticklish,” I say, amusement coloring my voice.

“No, I’m not,” she insists, a defiant spark lighting up her gaze.

I do it again, tracing delicate patterns on her belly, and she giggles lightly, her hands attempting to push me away. Her laughter is infectious, and I find myself laughing with her.

"Admit it," I tease, my voice a soft murmur. "You can't hide it from me."

She bites her lip, trying to stifle another giggle, but it escapes despite her efforts. Her resistance melts away as she relaxes into the moment, her eyes shining with a blend of challenge and delight.

“Fine,” she concedes with a grin, “maybe just a little.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “I love discovering your secrets,” I whisper, my voice low and intimate.

Kissing her shoulder, I go back to her stomach and kiss it but avoid using my tongue and drag my body further down hers and kiss a line all the way down her legs and up the other one until I reach my favorite part of her body. I kiss around her slit, including her inner thigh, until she parts her legs to invite me in, and I settle myself between. I push her knees up and kiss her slit, causing her to let out a long, pleasured sigh as I plunge my tongue between her warm folds, finding her clit immediately. As she arches her back, I swing my hand over her abdomen to keep her still as I go down on her like I’m eating a succulent, juicy watermelon.

Bloody ‘ell she tastes sweet like one too.

I lick her up and down, drinking in her juices and simultaneously stroking her clit and then fucking her with my tongue. As soon as I feel her beginning to reach the edge, I stop, lick her pussy lips and then her thighs.

I lift off from her and gaze in her eyes.

Fucking ‘ell, she’s flipping beautiful.

Before she even has a chance to question my move, I grip my knob and plunge it into her and lay my lips on her mouth, kissing her as I slide in and out of her warm tight cunt.

She feels fucking amazing, tastes even better. I grab her arms and hold them above her head as I thrust and grind my crotch against hers. I’m fucking high on the taste of her lips, the feel of her hot body as I press against her, and her perfect cunt my knob just wants to make a home of.

It’s not long before her orgasm hits her out of nowhere, and this time, I keep my punishing pace going, riding her fast and hard as I feel more blissful tremors tear through her body. She screams and whimpers, fights my hands to let go of her arms, and when I do, she wraps her body around mine, clinging to me as she begs me to pump her harder. Her back arches, and she throws her head back as she comes once more. I burn that incredible sight into my head.

When her hand grips my arse and her nails dig in, that’s it for me. I bury my face in her neck and nail her into the ground, giving her everything I have. She clenches her walls around my knob, pulling me in deeper as she continues to dig her nails into my skin.

I grip her hips and roll us both over without removing my link from her. She’s now sitting on top, and I can enjoy the sight of the beautiful demon she’s becoming.

“Ride me, Princess. Like you fucking mean it.”

Eve rides my cock harder, her lips parting as her head tips back as far as it can while still keeping her gaze fixed on mine. She looks like a fucking goddess, her lengthy hair wild and free and sweat sliding down between her breasts. I feel my muscles tense as I roar out my release, feeling my hot cum explode inside her .

She collapses on top of me, and I push her hair to the side and kiss her shoulder.

“You are the amazing Eve Winters.”

“Just Eve. Right now I’m just Eve. A girl who wants to love you.”

Did she just say love?

No one’s ever used that four-letter word with reference to me before. My heart pounds in my chest, and as stupid as I am, I remain silent, completely at a loss for words.

She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks at me, searching my face, her eyes filled with hope and vulnerability. I feel like a total shite, not able to find the words to respond to something so profound. Her confession hangs in the air, and I curse myself for not knowing how to handle it.

“Does it hurt?” she asks softly.

My heart? I have no idea what she means, but her fingers caress lightly over my jaw, grounding me.

“The bruise,” she clarifies. “Does it hurt?”

A sigh of relief almost escapes me. “No, darling. I won’t die from it. It’s just a bruise. I’ve suffered a lot worse.” Zane’s punches are lethal, but I’ve endured enough in my life to almost find a twisted pleasure in the pain. It’s a familiar sensation, a reminder of battles fought and survived.

I reach out and gently touch her hand, hoping to ease her worry. “It’ll take more than a bruise to bring me down.” The concern in her eyes softens slightly, though I can see she’s not entirely convinced. “Trust me, I’ve faced much worse and come out the other side. This is nothing.”

Her face crumples with concern, a look I don’t want to see right now. I go to lift her off me, trying to change the subject, but she shrieks.

“That’s a scorpion!” She points above my head, her eyes wide with fear.

In one swift motion, I scoop her up and bring her to the water’s edge, my heart racing. “Where?” I ask, looking around at the sand.

“It was just next to your head.”

I set her down gently. “Stay here. I’ll collect our clothes. Get your shoes on so you don’t step on one.”

“You haven’t got any shoes!” she exclaims, worry etched on her face.

“I’ll live.”

“I could try and piggyback you,” she offers earnestly.

I huff a laugh, and her serious expression only makes me chuckle more. I grab her face, cupping it gently, and lean down to kiss her lips. “You’re fucking awesome, Princess.”

“I’m serious,” she insists, her eyes fierce with determination.

“That’s what makes it even better, luv.”

I run up the beach and collect her clothes and shoes, bringing them back to her. Her concern and willingness to help touches me in ways I can’t fully express.

“What about you?” she asks, worry still evident in her voice.

“I’m happy never to put on clothes again,” I say with a grin.

“Then I’ll do the same,” she insists.

“You’d live like me? As a savage?”

“You have no idea how much I admire your carefree ability to cast everything off and not give a shit,” she says, her eyes shining with admiration.

For a moment, I’m struck by the sincerity in her gaze. This girl, who could have anything and anyone, chooses me, to share in my world, to see beyond the scars and the rough edges. I pull her close again, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions I can’t quite name.

“You don’t have to be like me, Eve. Just be you. That’s more than enough.” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion.

She smiles, a soft, radiant smile that lights up the darkness around us. “Being with you makes me feel like I can be myself.”

I reach for her clothes and offer them to her. “Let me help you get dressed.”

She hesitates, her eyes glinting mischievously. “As long as you plan to get dressed, otherwise, I want to be a naked savage with you.”

I chuckle softly. “I don’t think the others would appreciate you and me parading around naked. Scratch that, I’m sure they’d love you, but my cock offends them.”

She grins, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. “I think you have an amazing, large, and wonderful cock.”

I smirk, shaking my head. “That’s exactly why they don’t want me parading it around them.”

She laughs, the sound light and infectious, easing the tension from earlier. As I help her slip back into her clothes, I can’t help but marvel at how quickly she can turn my world upside down and make everything seem brighter .

Once dressed, she stands before me, looking both confident and vulnerable. Her eyes hold mine with an intensity that sends a thrill through me. “You know,” she says softly, “you don’t have to be anyone else but you. That’s all I want.”

I pull her into my arms, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. “And you don’t have to change for anyone, either. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She tilts her head up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

I kiss her forehead gently, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my lips.

She’s thanking me, yet she’s the light to my darkness. Every moment with her, every touch, every word, chips away at the shadows that have clung to me for so long.

We stand there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around us fading into insignificance. The night is still, the only sound is the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. It feels like we’re the only two people in the universe, bound together by a connection that transcends everything.

Finally, I pull back slightly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Come on,” I say softly. “Let’s head back to the camp. Foster will probably send out the troops to look for you soon.”

She giggles.

“Laugh now, but you have no idea the panic he was in when you didn’t turn up last night. Jack and I, too, but we thought we would have to restrain him from going on a mission in the middle of the night to look for you. Just don’t let him know I told you. You know, big bossy alpha losing his cool on his missing alpha queen isn’t a good look for him.”

“Oh gosh,” she gasps.

Eve has no idea that she’s got five cocks wrapped around her fingers.

Hand in hand, we make our way back, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the sand, almost as if it's marking a path for us.