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Chapter 24 Rose in Bloom
It was the first time I had ever seen a woman touch herself so clearly.
Hailey’s body reminded me of a delicate red rose, soft folds parting like petals.
She was already wet–clearly aroused, her body responding with open honesty.
I could hardly believe it. How could Hailey be so turned on with others nearby?
Was she simply a woman deeply–in tune with her desires?
She gently moved her fingers inside herself, but one didn’t seem to be enough for her.
Soon, she slid two fingers in, exploring herself with growing intensity.
With every motion, a glistening liquid clung to her fingertips.
The clear fluid shimmered like concentrated lubricant, and inside her, a pale, creamy substance gathered—a bit like thick porridge once stirred.
Hailey kept her eyes closed, fully immersed in the sensation, as if the world around her had melted away.
She let out a low moan, and more of that slick warmth spilled out, soaking the fine hair between her thighs.
After a few minutes, her body trembled–she was climaxing.
A thin stream of pearly–gray fluid spurted from within her. It was lighter and less viscous than semen, but unmistakably intense.
Her body twisted, shuddering with release. She collapsed gently off the rock onto the grass, still shaking in the afterglow.
For a while, she lay there, breathless and limp, like every bone in her body had melted away.
Nearby, Ginnie scoffed, “She really enjoyed that. Must be a natural–born exhibitionist.”
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Judging from the looks around us, the others silently agreed.
After lunch, the women went off to rinse themselves in the springwater.
Hailey, still a little dazed, didn’t follow. Maybe she felt embarrassed after being so open with her pleasure.
She stayed behind, head down, preparing the fish.
Crouched there, she sprinkled the dried sea salt across the flesh, rubbing it in evenly.
Watching her curvy figure, especially the way her hips moved as she worked, stirred something hot inside me again.
The image of her earlier–so beautiful and uninhibited–flashed in my mind.
Hailey was usually gentle and soft–spoken, kind and graceful.
But when she touched herself earlier, she had been bold and raw, lost in her own
ecstasy.
That contrast–sweet and shameless–was mesmerizing.
I stepped up behind her and reached out, placing a hand on her hip.
Her body trembled, but she didn’t pull away.
This was my first time making such a move with one of the female survivors, so I was both excited and nervous.
If she had pushed me away, I would have stopped immediately.
But Hailey didn’t resist. She lowered her gaze and allowed my touch.
Even as I gripped her a little more firmly, she remained quiet, accepting it.
I lifted the hem of the oversized shirt she wore.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her pale skin and tangled hair were still damp with the remnants of earlier arousal.
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Her body was already slick again, ready.
As I began to undress, I murmured, “Hailey… you’re incredible… lift your hips for me. I want you.”
She didn’t answer, but she leaned forward and raised her hips for me without hesitation.
When I pressed against her, she moved to meet me, guiding me in herself.
Her warmth welcomed me completely.
Her eagerness caught me off guard–and turned me on even more.
I grabbed her waist and began to move, slowly at first, then harder as she urged me
- on.
Each thrust landed with a slap, the sound sharp and wet.
Hailey cried out, her voice thick with pleasure. “Ah… it feels so good… Leon, you’re so big… I’ve wanted this for so long…”
I believed her.
Her body overflowed with slick, molten heat, coating me all over.
As we went on, I moved faster, driven by the intensity.
Sensing I was close, Hailey gasped, “Leon–don’t finish inside… I’m ovulating… I could get pregnant.”
On Shadow Island, that would be dangerous. Pregnancy meant risk, for her and the baby.
But in that moment, I didn’t want to pull away. I gripped her tighter, unwilling to let go.
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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.
