Chapter 12 Shadows in the Moonlight
Alice was right.
I was going to kill Elsa.
She had betrayed me–broken the vows we made on our wedding day.
The humiliation and pain she caused me… only blood could make it right.
I stared at her with a blank expression, my fingers slowly tightening.
Alice shook my arm, trying to make me let go.
I had been ready to snap Elsa’s neck—until suddenly, her body spasmed and a stream of urine splashed to the ground.
The hot liquid sprayed over my foot. It was disgusting and vile.
Instinctively, I let go and shoved her away.
Elsa rolled across the grass, coughing and gasping for breath.
Without waiting to recover, she scrambled to her feet and fled.
Her coughs echoed through the darkness, fading as she disappeared into the distance.
I wanted to chase her down and finish what I started, but the other women stopped
- me.
They said that since Alice and I had returned safely, we should just leave Elsa to her fate.
After all, survival on Shadow Island was harsh—maybe nature would do the job for
- us.
I nodded and took Alice to the nearby beach to gather a few coconuts.
I split the coconuts and handed them to Lily, Hailey, and timid little Jean.
1/4
It was likely past midnight. The five of us–me, Lily, Hailey, Alice, and Jean–sat inside the cave.
I told them, “You all get some rest. I’ll take the first watch. When I need sleep, I’ll wake one of you to take over.”
The girls nodded and thanked me.
While I’d been trapped in the ravine, Lily and Hailey had brought in a lot of palm leaves and dry grass, laying them out across the cave floor.
Crude as it was, this makeshift bedding was at least soft and offered some insulation.
The girls were exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
I leaned against a large tree near the cave, eyes half–closed, listening carefully to every sound around me.
Unlike the others, I was used to resting in this alert state.
The tree I chose was about ten meters from the cave and shrouded in darkness.
If anyone tried to sneak up on the girls, I’d notice first.
An hour passed.
I heard faint movement from the cave.
Opening my eyes, I saw Lily quietly stepping out.
She looked like she was searching for me.
I called her name softly, and she came hurrying over.
She leaned against my chest, snuggling into my arms.
I felt warm drops on my skin–Lily’s tears.
She whispered, “Mr. Leon… I was so scared… I thought Elsa had killed you…”
Moved, I held her tight and kissed her lips.
2/4
We had only known each other two days, but in that moment–when Lily cried for me–I could feel her sincerity, her attachment.
I kissed her tears.
She tilted her head up and kissed me deeply.
She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and in the darkness, we kissed passionately.
Her hands slid over my body… then slowly moved downward.
Compared to my rough hands, her skin was soft and delicate.
Lily pulled open my pants and slipped her hand inside.
She wrapped her fingers around my growing erection, gently stroking and teasing it.
It had been months since I’d had sex. Under her touch, I grew hard quickly–hot and heavy.
A hint of fear flickered in Lily’s eyes. She whispered in my ear, “Why is it so big? And it really does curve like a scimitar…”
I chuckled. “You’re a biology researcher. You should know that kind of curve gives a lot of pleasure.”
Lily nodded with a flirtatious glint. “That kind of curve stimulates all the sensitive spots. It can make a woman climax over and over again… but… it’s so big…”
She gestured with her hands. “If you actually put that in me… wouldn’t it reach my internal organs?”
I laughed. “Try it and find out.”
I flipped her onto her back and pinned her beneath me.
Roughly, I pulled aside her swimsuit.
It stretched and bunched around her waist.
3/4
I bent down, gently sucking her nipple, then lightly biting it with my teeth.
Lily trembled–clearly inexperienced.
I kissed her earlobe until she relaxed.
My teeth grazed her nipple while my right hand pulled aside the lower part of her one–piece. Her private parts were now fully exposed.
I slipped my fingers down and found the wet entrance, slowly pushing in.
Her body tightened instinctively–her insides clenching like a toothless mouth.
I moved my fingers gently, feeling them coated in warm slickness.
With each motion, Lily panted harder, her body trembling violently as she let out soft cries.
A gush of fluid splashed against my hand. She had climaxed.
I caressed her gently as she came down from the peak.
I was burning with arousal myself.
I removed her swimsuit and parted her long legs.
In the moonlight, I could see her glistening folds parting slightly–like they were inviting me in.
I pressed my body to her entrance…

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.