Page 93 of Lost Paradise

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 fromthis 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.

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