Chapter 9 Fire in the Ravine
I rushed over and saw Alice clinging to the edge of the ravine, struggling to climb
- up.
When she saw me, she immediately reached out her hand.
Instinctively, I reached for her—but the ground beneath me was slippery…
In that moment, I realized why Alice had fallen.
The edge of the ravine was damp, and the stones were covered in moss–easy to slip on.
Alice was tugging at my arm, and before I could get a firm footing, I slipped.
The two of us tumbled into the ravine, landing with a pair of loud thuds.
Luckily, the ravine floor had water and soft sand, so we weren’t hurt.
Frustrated, I helped Alice up and looked around.
The ravine was U–shaped, with smooth, steep walls on both sides and a slow- moving stream below.
The moss on the walls made it nearly impossible to climb back up bare–handed.
We headed downstream, hoping to find a way out.
After walking for a while, we reached a pool about a few hundred square meters wide.
It sat above ground level, and water seeped through the soil into the surrounding forest, nourishing the vegetation.
No wonder I hadn’t found any streams near the beach–the fresh water was stored here instead of flowing into the sea.
Alice asked anxiously, “What do we do now? How are we supposed to get out?”
I sighed. “Let’s try upstream. Maybe it’ll be easier to climb out from that side.”
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We walked nearly two kilometers before reaching the source of the stream.
The sight before us was disheartening: a small waterfall marked the end of the path.
Exhausted, Alice broke down crying.
I sighed again. I was worried too, but not quite hopeless yet.
“We should rest here for a while and regain our strength,” I told her. “The others will come looking for us when they notice we’re missing.”
Alice nodded, looking gloomy and defeated.
She sat on a rock hugging her arms, clearly freezing.
The ravine was cold, and she was only wearing a bikini. Even the breeze made her tremble.
I asked gently, “Are you cold?”
Pale–faced, she nodded. “Mr. Leon, I feel like I’m freezing to death.”
I took off my wet clothes and pulled her onto my lap.
Her skin was icy, her body trembling constantly.
She curled into my arms for warmth, her chilled skin pressed against mine.
A few minutes passed. I felt a teardrop fall on my chest.
Alice whispered, crying, “I’m sorry, Mr. Leon. I dragged you into this… Thank you for saving me the other day, and I haven’t even had the chance to repay you…”
As she wept, she leaned in and kissed my lips.
Her lips were soft and carried a faint scent of perfume.
I held her and kissed her back with passion.
Maybe it was the sense of desperation, but I found myself longing for one last thrill.
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I reached out and grabbed her breast, kneading it firmly.
Alice’s young breasts were firm and full of vitality.
Her body began to heat up…
She stood up, bent down, and slid off her bikini bottom. Then she straightened up.
As she moved, her breasts bounced up and down.
My eyes followed the motion for a moment–then a thought struck me.
I lit up. “We need to start a fire! If we use flint, we can make a signal. The smoke will draw them here!”
I told Alice to gather branches and shred them into fine fibers.
Meanwhile, I went searching for flint.
Because the island had volcanic activity, I quickly found two pieces.
I struck them together again and again, until sparks began to fly.
After more than ten minutes, a small fire finally caught.
Alice and I sat beside the flames, tossing more branches in to keep it going.
The wood wasn’t completely dry, so it gave off thick plumes of smoke.
The smoke rose heavily into the sky–impossible to miss.
I let out a breath. “Signal’s up. Now we wait.”
We stayed by the fire.
Then Alice suddenly asked, “This morning, when Lily mentioned a ‘Damascus scimitar‘–what did she mean? Did you bring a weapon? If you did, maybe we
could use it to climb.”
Her innocence made me chuckle awkwardly. “That’s not a weapon. It was a metaphor.”
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Chapter 9
Alice blinked. “A metaphor?”
Blushing, I explained, “The ‘scimitar‘ refers to a man’s, um… organ. Some men are naturally curved upward, like a classical scimitar. That curve allows for stronger stimulation of the G–spot… leading to faster orgasms.”
Alice asked curiously, “Does it feel really good?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
