Georgia’s POV
I didn’t expect this kind of craving. Not for him. Not for anyone.
But the truth wrapped around like a fever; I wanted him. No... I needed him.
Even though he was my first and we’d only done it a handful of tis, it didn’t matter. My mind, my body... they were starving for him and only him. Whatever innocence I once had, whatever sha clung to before, it was gone now. Burned away by the way he made feel.
Nick’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "Even if you don’t give an answer... I’ll make sure we create a lot of unforgettable mories on this island."
Before I could respond, he stood and lifted effortlessly into his arms.
He kissed as he walked, hungry and reckless, and I barely registered the direction he was taking us until I felt the rough texture of bark press against my back. A tree. He pinned gently against it, then slowly loosened my legs from around his waist, setting down with anticipation that felt like butterflies in my tummy.
His lips didn’t stop... trailing down from my chin, across my neck, over my chest, down my stomach. Every kiss was a tease, a promise.
Then I felt his fingers at the waistband of my pants and underwear. He tugged them down in one smooth motion, leaving completely bare in front of him.
"S-Stop staring..." I whispered, heat blazing across my cheeks.
He was on his knees, eye-level with my most intimate place, and he didn’t look away. His thumb grazed the edge of , feather-light.
He looked up through his lashes, his eyes locked with mine, and smirked. "Would you rather I eat it instead of just touching it?"
The words hit like a bolt of lightning. My face wasn’t the only thing burning now—my entire body flushed hot with embarrassnt and arousal. I am sure I am all red.
I kept my mouth shut, hoping he’d let it slide.
Of course, he didn’t.
His thumb kept brushing my skin everywhere but there, teasing rcilessly while his eyes never left mine.
"I’m still waiting, Georgia..." he murmured.
This man. He was going to kill —not with pain, but with shalessness.
"W-What do you want to say?" I asked, trying to play innocent, though I knew that card was wearing thin between us.
Instead of answering, he leaned in and pressed his nose against , breathing in deep, sniffed like a man addicted.
I froze, shocked and trembling.
Then—he spanked . Right there.
I blinked, confused and speechless.
What the hell was that?
"I know you want ," he said, eyes burning into mine. "I can sll how aroused you are. You’re already wet, aren’t you?"
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
But I knew he was right.
His smile turned wicked—deliciously devilish—as he looked up at from between my legs.
"Where do you want my lips and tongue, Georgia?" he asked.
Gods.
My breath caught. My legs tensed.
"You already know..." I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.
But deep down, I wanted to scream it. ’Yes, right there. Eat . Ravage .’ But I couldn’t. I was too ashad to say the words out loud, even as my body begged for him.
He smirked, clearly enjoying every second of my struggle. "No, I don’t know. You’ve got to tell , baby..."
Teasing, arrogant bastard.
Of course, he knew. He knew exactly where I wanted him. He was just toying with , loving how flustered I got under his control.
Before I could snap back, he suddenly rose to his full height, his presence overwhelming. He planted one arm beside my head, caging against the rough bark, while his other hand gripped my chin and tilted it upward.
His eyes locked on mine—burning, hungry, commanding.
"Do you want to be fucked or not?" he asked, this ti with a gravity that cut straight through the tension. The playful tone was gone. He wasn’t teasing anymore.
My heart stuttered.
His words punched through every wall I had left. My pulse raced, breath caught, body already trembling in anticipation.
And I knew, right then... I did want it. I wanted all of him—rough, real, relentless.
But could I actually say it?
I swallowed hard and gave a small nod.
His expression darkened. He wasn’t satisfied.
A nervous chill raced down my spine. Whatever reckless courage had possessed the first ti we made love had completely vanished. Where was that bold, shaless version of myself? Maybe it had been the aphrodisiacs we ate that day... or maybe the reality of my own desire had finally caught up to .
Right now, it felt like there was a tight knot in my throat, stopping from saying the filthy words I’d once thrown at him so easily.
"I need to hear it, Georgia," Nick said, his voice low and commanding. His hand brushed along my jaw, forcing to look at him. "Tell . What do you want to do next?"
My heart thundered against my ribs.
Fuck this.
It was now or never. He was right—this was our last day on the island. Who knew what awaited us when we returned to civilization? To our real lives?
If we were going to make this count, I couldn’t hide anymore.
Tomorrow ant rules, noise, and real life. I didn’t want to leave this part of behind.
I lifted my chin and forced my voice to work. "I want you."
His smirk is back, and then he said, "And? What shall I do to you?"
"I want your mouth on . I want your hands everywhere. And then I want you to fuck ."
His eyes darkened, breath catching against my cheek. The air shifted, electric and dangerous, like a storm rolling in off the sea.
"Say it again," he whispered into my ear. "Say it again, step by step. I want to hear it in detail, baby..."
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