Page 62 of Lost Paradise

Riding his cock harder, my lips part as my head tips back as far as it can, and I feel myself hurtling into the deep black sky on an orgasm that has me panting and screaming.

“Shite,” Byron growls. “I can’t hold back. I need to come.”

“Then come,” I command breathlessly, rolling my hips to take him as deep as possible.

He thrusts hard a couple more times, and I feel every inch of him inside me. He clenches his hands on my hips as he takes full control. Lifting me up, he slams me back down once more and roars out his release a few minutes later, and I feel his hot cum shooting inside me.

He drags out his motions to extend the pleasure. We both gaze at each other incessantly, and I smile at him happily and dumbly.

When I know he has no more to give, I release him, and he drags me back down, straight into his arms, and kisses me. His lips are all over my face, squeezing me tight into his embrace; I relish everything he’s offering.

I can feel his cum drip down the inside of my upper thigh, but I don’t care; right now, I need this suffocating attention from him.

Byron isn’t a small man by any means, and as I relax into his body, I feel tiny and delicate against him. And the way he’s raining kisses on me, he makes me feel special, and I fucking love it.

My eyelids flutter up at him, and we stare at each other momentarily. He tilts his head downwards to meet my lips again. He pours his heart into each kiss as if each one is a promise to me, a little bit of magic, driving me further into oblivion.

“I want you so badly,” I whisper softly into his mouth.

He releases my lips and positions himself so I feel his arousal on my leg.

“Another round, then?” I ask, amazed at his stamina.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, and I believe I’ve awakened more than just a monster within him.

And judging by the way he repositions me beneath him, I swing my legs open to accommodate him. I may have roused a demon with the way he’s currently moving over me with such newfound confidence.

A playful and exciting smirk graces my mouth as the mischievous glint in my eyes meets his as his hard length pushes against my pelvis, eager to find its home inside me.

As I quietly stir from the depths of my slumber, I relish the warmth of Byron's arm wrapped around me, the steady rhythm of his breathing, a comforting presence in the stillness of the jungle. With my eyes still closed, I allow myself to bask in thetranquility of the moment, savoring the intimacy we had shared just hours before. I nuzzle my body further into his embrace, happy and sated.

Out of nowhere, a sudden sense of unease washes over me, a prickling sensation at the back of my neck that sends a shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I remain still, straining my ears for any sign of danger. And then, I hear it—a faint rustling, the telltale sign of someone—or something—watching us from the shadows.

A speckle of fear courses through me. I slowly open my eyes, my gaze meeting the piercing stares of two figures looming over us. My heart plummets straight into my stomach. They’re unlike anything I had ever seen before, their figures towering and imposing against the backdrop of the jungle.

Chapter 19

Their skin, weathered anddark, as if scorched by the relentless sun, adorned with intricate patterns of paint that seem to writhe and twist with each movement. Their faces twisted into grotesque masks of rage and hunger, their eyes glinting with a primal intensity that sends a chill down my spine.

Their clothing, if it could be called that, is little more than tattered rags around their waists, hanging loosely. And yet, despite their ragged appearance, there’s a raw power emanating from them, a primal energy that seems to pulse through the very air around them.

Panic surges through me, but I force myself to remain calm. Nudging Byron gently, I watch as his eyes flutter open, his senses alert even in his sleep-induced haze.

As he registers the presence of the intruders, his movements are swift and purposeful, throwing me behind him protectively as he faces the impending danger.

“Collect our stuff, Eve, and leave,” he says calmly, his voice a reassuring anchor in the chaos that surrounds us.

With trembling hands, I gather our clothes and shoes, refusing to leave his side even as fear threatens to consume me. But Byron is adamant, his gaze fierce and unwavering as he stands his ground against the advancing savages.

“Eve, run, I’ll hold them off,” he insists.

“No,” I say stubbornly, “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Eve,” he shoots me a warning look.

More figures emerged from the dense foliage, their intimidating silhouettes closing in on us with predatory intent.

“Run!” Byron’s voice rings out, a command I can no longer disobey.

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