Page 94 of Lost Paradise

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 tosee 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.

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