CHAPTER 100: BACK IN LONDON COURAGE (6)

Georgia’s POV

"Ahh... Georgia..." Nick breathed my name like a prayer, his voice rough with desire.

Heat bloomed across my face under his intense gaze. I was perched on his desk, legs spread wide, my body trembling with need. My mouth hung open, helpless moans slipping out every time he buried himself deep inside me.

The wetness between us was shameless, spilling over from the way he made me feel—utterly, achingly his.

I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to. My mind screamed restraint, but my body was reckless, desperate for every thrust, every claim he made on me.

"Ahh... Nick... slow down..." I gasped, clutching at the hard muscle of his arms as if I could anchor myself. But he didn’t relent—he pounded into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs, stretching me in ways that made my toes curl.

He was consuming me, breaking me apart, and I would have given anything for this moment to never end.

Then his thrusts slowed, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so deep and hungry it stole my breath.

"I’ve imagined taking you in this room long before you ever jumped off this ship," Nick murmured against my mouth, his voice was intoxicating.

His lips trailed down my neck, grazing my jaw, brushing my ear, while his hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, dragging his thick, hard length through me with an agonizing sweetness. I was so drenched that every movement felt like molten silk gliding inside me.

"You’re such a pervert, Nick," I gasped, my voice trembling between pleasure and disbelief.

He laughed softly, Gods, that adorable laugh, the one that made my chest tighten and my pulse race. In one swift motion, he gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly. My arms flew around his neck, holding on as though the world beneath me had disappeared.

His hips rolled with measured control, every thrust matched with a kiss that felt like a promise.

"I’ll admit it," he whispered, his eyes locking with mine. "But I’m only a pervert for you, Georgia. No one else lives in my fantasies like you do."

Then he knelt on the bed, still holding me like a weightless doll. With one swift sweep, he cleared away everything that had been tossed onto the mattress earlier, never breaking eye contact.

"Let’s make you comfortable," he murmured, before thrusting into me so deep it felt like he’d torn my soul from my body.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, swallowing the moan threatening to escape until he did it again.

This time, he didn’t pull back. He stayed buried in the very core of me, claiming every inch. Then his hand found my clit, rubbing in firm, slow circles that made my lungs forget their job.

"Ohh... fuckkk... ahh!" The words tumbled out, ragged and desperate.

"I’ve imagined us here," Nick growled against my skin, "fucking on this bed until we’re spent... until we can’t move, until we collapse and sleep tangled in each other’s arms." His mouth closed over my nipple, teasing with a bite before sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

"Oh gods..." My head was spinning, my thoughts scattering between the pull of gravity and the stars above.

"I’ve imagined you on the bridge," he continued, his voice low and sinful, "in every corner of this ship... in my house... everywhere I’ve ever been. Every fantasy, every place... It’s always you, Georgia. No one else. I couldn’t even picture it with anyone else."

The depth in his voice pulled me under, and then his body followed, thrusting deep, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.

"Ahh! So deep... so. fucking. deep..." The words were barely a whisper before he began to move again—hard, fast, relentless—until the world around us was nothing but the sound of our bodies and the fire between us.

Then there it was, my climax building like a tidal wave I couldn’t hold back. My body trembled, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. "I-I’m gonna come, Nick... shit... so close... don’t stop..." I pleaded shamelessly, my voice breaking on the edge of desperation.

And like the commanding Captain he was, he didn’t stop, didn’t even falter. His thrusts came in a steady, relentless rhythm, each one perfectly angled to hit that secret place inside me that shattered all coherent thought.

"Good girl..." he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through me as if he was coaxing my release.

He knew my body, memorized it, owned it. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how deep, exactly how fast to push me past the point of no return.

His hips rolled with unshakable patience, as if savoring the moment, until my walls clamped tight around him, pulsing and squeezing like they never wanted to let him go.

"Ahh..." The moan tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained. I didn’t care who heard. I didn’t care about anything but him... this... us...

"Shit... baby... it’s so tempting... fuck..." Nick groaned, his breath hot against my skin, and I knew exactly what temptation burned in his mind, because I felt it too. But not now... not yet.

Still, he kept driving into me, chasing his own release. His pace grew rougher, urgent, until finally he pulled out with a low growl, spilling his heat on the sheets while I was still quaking in the aftershocks of my high.

Before I could catch my breath, he was on me, cradling my face, kissing me with a tenderness that contradicted the storm we’d just shared.

His lips moved over mine slowly, reverently, as though I was something precious, breakable... something he intended to keep.

I felt him smile against my lips before he whispered, "You’re mine, Georgia..."

I didn’t respond, I just put my hand over his while he was cupping my face, and I smiled. I didn’t know what to say. Not even sure if his words were only the result of lust or if it was from his heart.

But one thing is for sure, I will find that out.