Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

42. Chapter 42

Chapter 42

“Ah!” Holy…Fuck…. I’m jolted awake with the hardest arousal.

Fucking hormones.

Wait.

What the fuck?

Someone down there is eating me out.

Oh God!

I grip the blankets and feel my orgasm burst out of me.

“No. Fuck. Ah…” I swear I’ve lost my brain because my mouth can’t form any words.

I lift my head up, and my eyes lock in with those deep blues that can only belong to goth boy.

“Stop!” I cry out, and it’s somewhere between a climax roar and an order.

He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Alright there, Wildcat?”

His entire face is covered in pussy juice mixed with blood.

“This is a dream, right?” I say. “Just a dream, it can’t be real. I’m just having some sick fucked up dream.”

Jack chuckles as he licks his lips and smiles his pearly whites at me. I swear he looks like a vampire right now. I look out the entrance of the hut, but I already know it’s still daylight; the guys are gone, and all I hear are the waves lapping across the shore.

“Did you eat the others?”

He chuckles once more. I’m finding him so fucking attractive, even if his mouth is covered in blood.

My blood.

My menstrual blood.

I’m one second from emptying the contents of my stomach out .

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask the breathtaking, gorgeous vampire. “And where are my clothes.”

“You weren’t wearing any.”

“My panties,” I say, covering myself, feeling so weirded out. He points to them beside me, together with the makeshift sanitary pants.

“The fellas are at the lagoon. They couldn’t stomach what I suggested.”

“You think?” I stare at him with raised eyebrows. “So, is this some fetish you have?”

“Maybe?”

I’m speechless.

“Look, I know that you’ve been suffering severe cramping and migraines. An orgasm will offer you some relief.”

“Are you mentally challenged?” I look at him curiously.

He huffs a laugh and sits up. He uses his T-shirt to wipe his face. I use the opportunity to close my legs and throw the blanket over myself.

“An orgasm can offer relief to a woman's menstrual cramps. Endorphins, for example, are released in an orgasm. These alone are natural pain relievers. Then, there’s the increased blood flow, which can help relax the muscles and reduce the pain of menstrual cramps. The muscle contractions during an orgasm can reduce cramping.”

“You’re beginning to sound like Byron. How do you know this?”

“I have a curious interest.”

“You mean like a sexual fetish?” He was fucking moaning into my pussy two minutes ago.

“Perhaps.”

“Have you done this before?”

“Yes.”

“And it helped?” Fuck. “I mean, did it help the woman?”

“Every time.”

“When my doctor inserted my IUD, he said I might get a heavy period for the first couple of months. After that, they will get lighter and might phase out altogether.”

“That’s a positive thing.”

“Is it?” I stare at him searchingly.

“You realize I can get my kicks elsewhere,” he says, a challenging glint in his eyes.

I narrow my brows at him, my voice steady but firm. “Other women are not an option in this relationship with me.”

He grins, the kind of grin that both infuriates and thrills me. “I admire your possessiveness.”

“I mean it,” I retort, my eyes locking onto his with unwavering intensity.

He moves forward, crawling over me with a predatory grace until he’s just inches from my face. I can smell my period on him, mixed with his usual intoxicating scent that stirs something primal within me. How does he still smell so good? None of us have used deodorant in weeks. How the fuck does this man smell so wildly good?

“I have no interest in any other pussy but yours,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Even if you were to stop bleeding forever or decided that you wanted to transition into a male and call yourself Evan, I still would never stray from you. I love you, and I’ve never loved another being in my life. Even Bessie comes second to you. So get it into your pretty skull that you own me—my soul, my brain, my spirit, my body. I will be your property until I die. I’d cut off my toe and give it to you so you can carry it in your pocket, just to have a piece of me in your possession. I’m a psychopath with psychopathic tendencies. But I’m yours, Wildcat. Yours to have and control.”

His words leave me speechless.

To be honest, I should run.

But all puns intended, that ship has sailed because I’ve utterly fallen in love with Dracula.

Jack doesn’t pull back; he stays where he is, searching my face with an intensity that makes my heart pound. I finally swallow the rock I didn’t know was lodged in my throat and find my voice.

“You’re crazy,” I whisper, my voice trembling but firm. “But you’re my kind of crazy. And I love you too, you psycho.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “Then it’s settled,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever.”

I nod, my heart racing, my body responding to the nearness of him, and I feel a mix of fear and exhilaration.

He pushes back and gets up to leave.

“Where are you going?” I ask, yanking on his arm to keep him from leaving. There's a hint of desperation in my voice that I can't entirely hide.

He looks at me, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“I still have cramps,” I blurt out, my voice softer, almost shy .

His confusion turns into a slow, knowing smile. “Ah, I see,” he says, his tone teasing. “So, you need me for more than just emotional support, huh?”

“Don’t be smug,” I mutter, but I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “I just... I need you.”

His eyes soften, and he sits back down, pulling me into his arms. “You don’t have to ask twice, Wildcat,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “I’m here for whatever you need. Always.”

I relax against him, the warmth of his body easing the tension I didn’t realize I had. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He chuckles softly. “Anything for you, luv. Now, let’s see what we can do about those cramps.” He rolls me over, and his hands move to massage my lower back.

“Wait, what?” I twist myself around, and Jack has a sly grin on his face.

He wiggles his fingers at me. “I’m great with my hands. Magic fingers!”

“Oh wow, he can crack a joke!” I say sarcastically. “Now hear this, goth boy, either you get between my legs and go down on me like you're at a goddamn Dracula banquet, or you can sleep with the fucking fish for all I care!”

He rolls his head back and laughs loud and deep, and I swear I’ve never seen or heard him laugh so hard. His usually broody expression breaks into a genuine, almost joyous look. It's as if a dam has burst, and for a moment, the weight he always seems to carry is lifted.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that,” I say, a bit in awe, watching the transformation in his face.

He’s still chuckling as he moves into position. “You, my Wildcat, are something else,” he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. “But I love your style.”

I feel a rush of warmth at his words, and as he lowers himself between my legs, his earlier laughter still echoes in my ears, a strange yet comforting sound. The contrast between his dark demeanor and the lightness of his laugh is startling and wonderful.

“Alright, Dracula banquet it is,” he says with a playful wink before diving in and pulling the blanket off to expose my body to him.

He leans down and leaves a kiss on my pelvis, his hands and mouth working together to bring me the relief and pleasure I crave.

He licks me slowly at first, the tip of his tongue and the metal stud playing and teasing my clit. And then, as if he’s unable to control himself, he begins to really devour me. His stubble burns my sex as my body starts to ride his face.

My eyes fall closed as I feel my pulse pounding between my thighs, and my body goes limp.

His touch is electric, and I gasp as waves of sensation wash over me. It’s as if he knows exactly how to ease my pain and stoke the fire within me at the same time. My hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as I lose myself in the moment.

“Jack…” I moan, my voice a mix of need and gratitude.

He pauses for a moment, looking up at me with a smile that’s both tender and wicked. “Told you, luv. Anything for you.”

“Oh God,” I whimper as my hands fist his hair.

My back arches in pleasure as my head tips back to the ceiling. He gives me no mercy as he drives his fingers into my sex and pumps me hard and fast. His tongue’s on my clit, and his fingers found my G-spot and strokes it so perfectly.

I lift my head to look at him. He looks like a god staring at me with his face planted in my crotch and his fingers buried in my pussy.

And there it goes, my mind spirals out of control, and I come hard, screaming and moaning, my voice probably echoing across the island.

But Jack isn’t getting up for air. No. This psycho goth is relentless as he continues his onslaught on my pussy, probably determined to suck my entire period out of me. He pulls me tighter against his mouth and feasts on me as I continue to moan and fist anything I can get my hands on. He slides his bloodied hand to my breast and squeezes it, pinches my nipple, rolling as I pant and whimper, rolling my body against his mouth.

Just when I think he’s done, he shoves his tongue once more inside me and thrusts his fingers into my asshole hard. My back arches, and my hips close around his neck as he stretches me out, and I grind against him until his arm comes up, grips my chest, and holds me still.

“Jack, it’s too much,” I pant, feeling like I’ve just run a marathon.”

Then suddenly, my eyes flutter shut, and a moan rips through me. Ecstasy waves splash over me again and again, coming faster until it’s impossible to even think .

“I need to fuck you. I want my knob covered in your blood,” he says, but all I can do is nod because my brain died about ten seconds ago.

I watch him unfasten his jeans and push them down to his knees along with his shorts. He’s so fucking huge. I’m sure he’s going to damage my walls with the kind of contractions I was suffering from earlier.

And his mouth, holy freaking cow!

He looks as if he just bit into an animal, like some satanic demon.

I can’t fuck him like this. But my pussy says something different from my brain.

He leans down, kisses my neck, and thrusts into me. In no time, he arches back to watch his dick slide in and out of me. His eyes are wide open with fascination as if he’s completely mesmerized by what he’s seeing.

“This is so beautiful,” he murmurs and then grunts, bucking his hips hard. I come fast, once more, shuddering against him.

A throaty moan escapes him, and there’s something very carnal and feral in his expression.

He comes after several deep thrusts punctuated with whispered curses and kisses.

This surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced. As crazy as it looks and feels, it is undoubtedly the most intense, sensual, thrilling, and deeply personal encounter I've ever had with a man. It pushes every boundary and awakens senses I didn't know I had, making it an unforgettable, electrifying connection that leaves me breathless and craving more.

I don’t have to ask him what I want. Jack climbs off me, pulls his pants back up, lies back down next to me, and draws me into a tight embrace against his chest.

“Sleep now, beautiful. I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my ear as my lids close, and I slowly drift into another universe. One that’s filled with sparkling stardust, whispering winds, and the enchanting glow of a thousand magical moons.