Nick’s POV
I stayed close. "Did you ever let Raymond touch you? Even once?"
She frowned, eyes narrowing. "Touch where exactly?"
Fuck. That question. The way she said it, so innocent, so unaware, sent a jolt straight to my cock. Was she truly that naive? Or was she playing with ?
I had to know.
My eyes dropped, settling on her chest. "Down there," I murmured. And before I could stop myself, my hand moved, slow and deliberate, resting on her leg, inching higher, tracing the inside of her thigh.
What the hell am I doing? Oh my fucking God! What the fuck is happening to ?!
My brain scread at to stop, but I was already too far gone. Her scent, her voice, her damn innocence, it was a lethal combination. I was losing control, and fast.
But what got wasn’t just her body. It was her reaction.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink. She simply shook her head, voice calm like we were discussing sothing ordinary and normal.
"No. We kissed. We hugged. But I never let him touch my breasts... or down there."
And then she finally shifted. Leaned back just enough. Moved her legs, a subtle, graceful cue for to stop.
But my blood was already boiling. My thoughts were tangled in her. Her calmness. Her fucking obliviousness to how much power she had over .
I couldn’t stop.
I reached up, my left hand brushing along her cheek, then sliding down to her neck—soft, warm, tempting as sin. "Did you at least let him kiss you here?"
God, her neck. Just looking at it made dizzy. I wanted to lick it, taste every inch, hear her moan as I claid it like it belonged to .
She shook her head again. "No. I told you—I’m a virgin. Raymond, my brother, my father... they made sure of it. I was always watched. Always protected. Guarded like a hawk."
That did it.
That broke .
Not because she was untouched—but because that bastard thought he had a claim on her. Because of her entire life, he hovered over her like she was so relic to be preserved.
No.
She wasn’t a relic that belonged to him. She was a wildfire waiting to be unleashed.
If claiming her here now would make him leave her, then so be it. I would gladly devirginize her.
Not just to drive Raymond away.
But because I wanted her. Completely. Shalessly.
Because Georgia deserved to be wanted like that.
And I was more than willing to be the man who showed her exactly what that ant.
I kept pushing, needing to know just how far she’d let go.
I brushed my thumb across her lips. "After we practice holding hands and kissing," I murmured, "maybe we should add kiss marks on your body. Sothing visible. So when we’re rescued, Raymond and his father won’t question a thing—they’ll know we fucked on this island."
She swallowed hard.
That tiny reaction made smirk. Finally, she was hesitating. Maybe she was just teasing all along.
But then she nodded. I’m dood!
"I think that’ll really piss them off," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips. "If they see your marks on , they’ll definitely believe we had sex."
What the fuck? She was taking this further. Feeding my delusions!
I leaned in, heart pounding, heat building fast. "Alright. Where would you let put one?"
She tilted her head slightly, exposing the curve of her neck. "Here should be good. It’s visible."
My cock twitched, painfully hard.
’Fuck . This is it!’ I scread in my head.
I moved in slowly, eyes locked on hers until they vanished from view. My lips touched her neck—warm, soft, pulsing with the rhythm of her blood. I parted my mouth and licked the spot, tasting her, then sucked.
Hard.
She gasped. Her throat bobbed with another gulp. And I sucked deeper, determined to leave my mark.
But when I pulled away, the skin was barely pink.
"Hmm... you don’t bruise easily," I said, trying to stay cool. "This one’ll fade by tomorrow."
"Then it’s useless," she muttered. But her tone was almost playful. She pointed to another spot on her neck, near her collarbone. "Try here. The skin’s thinner. Maybe it’ll work better."
I stared at her. Stunned.
She kept her head tilted—waiting, offering herself.
Holy shit. She wanted to do it again!
I didn’t hesitate.
I dove back in, mouth open, sucking her harder this ti, drawing her skin into my mouth like I was claiming her. Her hand flew to my arm, fingers digging in.
Was she into it?
Was this turning her on?
The idea that she might already be wet between her thighs made my control crack.
I reached for her waist, pulled her flush against . Her breasts pressed into my chest, bare beneath that blanket, and my cock jerked at the contact.
I sucked harder. Possessive. Desperate.
She wrapped her arms around , pulling closer. And then—I heard it.
A sound.
Small. Soft. A moan.
Fuck.
She moaned.
My brain stopped working. I was losing it, losing myself in the heat of her skin, the softness of her body, the way she clung to like she needed this too.
If she doesn’t stop soon...
I wasn’t sure I could stop at all.
And she didn’t stop .
She just held on—submissive, breath shallow, waiting like she wanted to take her apart and put her back together with my mouth.
My mind shut off. Desire took over.
I trailed kisses down her neck, across her shoulder. Her skin was warm, salty like the ocean, and smooth beneath my lips.
Then I snapped. I completely lost it.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder. I can’t help it. She was so fucking tempting.
Not hard enough to break skin. Just enough to claim her. To taste her.
Her head whipped toward , startled. I braced for a slap, sothing to snap out of the madness.
But it didn’t co.
Instead, she gave that look—a little pout and eyes wide with disbelief. "Ow! That’s your teeth," she said. "Did you really have to bite ?"
Her voice was innocent. Too innocent.
I was a fucking ss inside. A hurricane of want and restraint was tearing apart. But I forced a smirk and lowered my head again, kissing the bite like it would undo what I just did.
Gentle. Soft. Almost apologetic.
Almost.
"Sorry if that hurt," I whispered, my lips brushing her skin. "But you know what’s not painful?"
She looked at with full curiosity, lips slightly parted. "What?"
My gaze locked on her mouth—plump, wet, driving insane.
"This."
Before she could blink, I cupped her face in both hands and crushed my lips to hers.
She gasped.
I didn’t give her ti to think.
I kissed her deep and full, pouring everything into that one mont—every ounce of tension, every buried fantasy, every second I held back.
She didn’t pull away; instead, her hands landed on my arm and hand. She kissed back. Oh God, I was lting before her.
Her soft lips were making my knees weak. Her warm, slick tongue makes want to devour her whole. And then my hands. My fucking trembling hands have a mind of their own.
They started roaming. And there’s one spot that has been bothering that I wanted to touch after seeing them earlier. Fuck! I am going overboard!
Would she let touch her there? Well, I’ll be damned if she does!
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