Georgia’s POV
He slid into with a slow, deep thrust that made my entire body arch off the bed. The stretch was sweet and familiar, but sohow more intimate than ever.
One of my hands gripped his back, and the other entangled his hair in my fist. I gasped and moaned softly, high-pitched, feeling every inch of him.
His forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged as he whispered, "You feel like heaven, Georgia."
I could barely answer. My body responded on its own, moving with his as he set the pace—slow, steady, sensual. Each thrust was asured, each roll of his hips deliberate. The sound of our breathing filled the room, mingling with the faint rustle of sheets and the slick rhythm between us.
With this pace and rhythm, I could feel his shape, his size, his hardness. Every ti he pushes in, he takes my breath away, and every ti he pulls out, I feel empty and crave more of him.
"Look at ," he whispered, cupping my cheek. "I want to see your face when you fall apart. Rember what I taught you? Make it tight when I pull out and hold it as long as you can."
I nodded, and when our eyes t, sothing inside broke.
He started moving again, and I did what he just said. Every thrust, every kiss, every breath pulled closer to the edge until I could no longer hold back. My body clenched around him, trembling as I shattered with a cry that echoed through the room.
Every ti I would clench him inside , it felt as if jolts of electricity sent tiny waves of sparks from my core, then spread all throughout my body.
Nick groaned. "Fuckkk, Georgia... So Fucking good ahh..." He buried his face in my neck, his body tensing.
As promised, he kept his pace slow, agonizingly slow, each movent calculated, deep, and full of aning. His warmth surrounded , his breath mingling with mine, and every whisper of contact sent little shocks through my body.
"Ahh... Baby... Keep it like that... Ahh... I’m so near... Please... Keep going like that..." I breathed out, clinging to him, my legs tightening around his waist. "Just like that..."
He let out a low, broken laugh, the sound rough and tender all at once. "You have no idea what you do to ," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. "Damn, babe, when you beg like that, it makes want to co now."
"Ahh... Yes... Like that... Fuck... Nick!" I exclaid as I reached my orgasm...
Nick kept moving, chasing his own peak, "Shit... You’re pussy’s beating so hard, it’s fucking sucking deep," he said.
"Ahh... Fuckkk," Nick groaned and buried his teeth in my neck as he followed. His bite was just light, and soon it was replaced by his kisses.
The rest of the world disappeared. It was only us—the heat, the heartbeat, the unspoken promises that filled the space between.
When it finally ended, the silence felt sacred. Nick stayed inside for a while, his body still heavy against mine, his heartbeat slowly finding its rhythm again beside my own.
He brushed his lips against my temple, voice a warm whisper. "See? I told you I’d take it slow."
I smiled, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers. "You call that slow?" I teased, my voice light, breathless.
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Careful, Georgia," he said, his tone playful but laced with aning. "Say things like that, and I might just have to prove you wrong, right here, right now."
My eyes widened, and he grinned. I instantly regretted saying it. This man couldn’t take a joke when it ca to things like that!
"We should sleep!" I said, pressing my palm to his chest in weak protest, though the smile tugging at my lips betrayed .
Nick laughed quietly, his length still inside , still hard enough that I could feel it move as he laughed. His low chuckle vibrated through , and I swore I felt him twitch in response, like even his body refused to listen.
"Nick!" I gasped, half-amused, half-breathless. "Stop moving."
"Why?" he teased, eyes gleaming as he leaned closer. "You getting aroused again?"
I glared at him, but I couldn’t stop smiling, and my heart was already racing. "No! I’m serious, we need to sleep."
He grinned, that lazy, dangerous grin, before stealing a quick kiss. "I’m just kidding. Let’s wash up before we both end up breaking that agreent."
He pulled back, and a wave of emptiness and warmth rushed through all at once. I bit my lower lip, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to his absence.
God, what is it about this man? Ever since he walked into my life, he’s been my undoing. One look, one touch, and I’m lting. Every. Single. Ti.
Before I could move, Nick scooped up effortlessly, making gasp. "Hey! I can walk, you know," I said, looping my arms around his neck.
He smiled down at , eyes glinting with mischief. "I know," he murmured. "But if I let you walk, you’ll just make a ss. Let take care of you."
And with that, he carried toward the en suite, my heartbeat drumming wildly in my chest, not from what had just happened, but from the way he looked at like he still wasn’t done.
This man is a beast! A beautiful, rciless, unstoppable beast with an endless supply of energy. I don’t even know what I’ve gotten myself into. Every ti I think I’ve reached my limit, he finds a way to pull right back into his storm.
But the crazy part? I wouldn’t change a thing.
If I could go back in ti, I’d still choose him. Every single ti. I’d still let myself fall into his arms, even if it ans getting thrown overboard, gasping for air, and drowning in the chaos that is him. Because with Nick... even drowning feels like living.
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