CHAPTER 282: BEFORE BED (4)

Georgia’s POV

He slid into me with a slow, deep thrust that made my entire body arch off the bed. The stretch was sweet and familiar, but somehow 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 measured, 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 time he pushes in, he takes my breath away, and every time he pulls out, I feel empty and crave more of him.

"Look at me," he whispered, cupping my cheek. "I want to see your face when you fall apart. Remember 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 met, something inside me broke.

He started moving again, and I did what he just said. Every thrust, every kiss, every breath pulled me 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 time I would clench him inside me, 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 movement calculated, deep, and full of meaning. His warmth surrounded me, 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 me," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. "Damn, babe, when you beg like that, it makes me want to come now."

"Ahh... Yes... Like that... Fuck... Nick!" I exclaimed as I reached my orgasm...

Nick kept moving, chasing his own peak, "Shit... You’re pussy’s beating so hard, it’s fucking sucking me 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 me 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 meaning. "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 came 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 me.

Nick laughed quietly, his length still inside me, still hard enough that I could feel it move as he laughed. His low chuckle vibrated through me, 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 agreement."

He pulled back, and a wave of emptiness and warmth rushed through me 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 melting. Every. Single. Time.

Before I could move, Nick scooped me up effortlessly, making me gasp. "Hey! I can walk, you know," I said, looping my arms around his neck.

He smiled down at me, eyes glinting with mischief. "I know," he murmured. "But if I let you walk, you’ll just make a mess. Let me take care of you."

And with that, he carried me toward the en suite, my heartbeat drumming wildly in my chest, not from what had just happened, but from the way he looked at me like he still wasn’t done.

This man is a beast! A beautiful, merciless, unstoppable beast with an endless supply of energy. I don’t even know what I’ve gotten myself into. Every time I think I’ve reached my limit, he finds a way to pull me right back into his storm.

But the crazy part? I wouldn’t change a thing.

If I could go back in time, I’d still choose him. Every single time. I’d still let myself fall into his arms, even if it means getting thrown overboard, gasping for air, and drowning in the chaos that is him. Because with Nick... even drowning feels like living.