CHAPTER 353: SINFUL (4)

Georgia’s POV

His voice was low and teasing as his lips trailed over my skin. "You don’t remember this, do you?" Nick murmured against my chest, each word brushing heat into me.

"N-No... I don’t," I stammered, struggling to hold onto my thoughts when every part of me felt alive under his touch.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a rush of warmth straight through me. "So, for you, this feels like the first time. It’s like... You’re a virgin again, am I right?" he said, pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet. His gaze was dark, playful, and maddeningly tender all at once.

That thought made my breath catch. "I... I guess it does," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Nick smiled, that slow, knowing smirk that always made my heart skip. He brushed his thumb along my bottom lip before leaning closer. "Then maybe it’s fate we get to start over," he said, his tone husky, full of promise.

He kissed me again, deeper, slower, as he guided me to lie on the bed, his movements careful but charged with intent. "This time," he murmured, his lips hovering just above mine, "we’ll make it better than the first. The place is already much better... On a soft bed, instead of a makeshift hard bed."

I’m not going to lie, my heart was racing so fast it almost hurt. Every inch of me buzzed with nerves and anticipation. Nick’s gaze was locked on me, dark and unrelenting, as though he could see straight through my thoughts. The air between us thickened, charged, and I found myself glancing away, trying to calm the tremor in my chest.

But his fingers were suddenly at my chin, tilting my face back toward him. "Eyes here, baby," he said, voice deep and commanding, though soft at the edges. "You started this. Don’t hide from me now."

My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. "Nick..." I whispered, but the word dissolved as he leaned in.

His lips met mine in a slow, deliberate kiss, something that made everything else blur out of focus. When he pulled back, his mouth began to trail lower, his breath warm against my skin. Each touch left a spark, each kiss drawing a shiver that rippled down my spine.

By the time he reached my stomach, my thoughts were a mess of sensations, arousal, rhythm, and want. The room felt smaller, quieter, as if even the air was holding its breath. And when his hand slid along my thigh, coaxing me to relax, to trust, I could barely think.

The moment I felt his fingers between my legs, I gasped softly, caught between surprise and surrender, knowing that whatever happened next, there was truly no turning back.

Did I feel this way the first time we were together? I couldn’t tell, and maybe I didn’t want to. Part of me wished I could remember, but another part of me wanted this to stay new, to feel it all over again. My body wasn’t just reacting to him; it was remembering him, reaching out for something my mind had forgotten but my soul never did.

Nick’s eyes darkened as he studied me, his expression half-amused, half-hungry. "Well, look at that. You really do want this," he murmured, voice rough, teasing, as his fingers brushed against my slit, a touch so consuming that it made me part my lips. "You are soaking wet, my love. But I can still make you want me more."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words dissolved before they could form. A low, high-pitched moan escaped my mouth when his tongue landed on my folds. My thoughts scattered as a wave of sensation rushed through me. His touch grew slower, firmer, not rushed, but reverent, as though he was learning me again.

"Ahh... Nick... Baby..." His name slipped past my lips in a whisper that trembled like a secret. My hand reached for him, threading into his hair without thinking. Everything in me was trembling, aching, unraveling, and somewhere in that haze, I swore I could feel a memory flicker. A heartbeat from the past. The same heat. The same surrender.

And for a moment, it felt like my soul had finally found its way home, not exactly there yet, but slowly, I could feel it. My soul recognizes this, him...

His touch deepened, he slid his finger in me, and a sharp breath escaped my lips as my fingers instinctively clutched his arm to ground me.

"Oh my God, Nick, ahh!" My voice trembled, my thoughts scattering like sparks. Every movement of his hand sent a shiver racing through me, tugging sounds out of me I didn’t even recognize as my own. It was so good, and I could only imagine what it would be like if his cock was inside me. Will it be the same or better than this?

When I met his gaze, I froze. The tenderness from before had shifted; what I saw now was hunger, raw and possessive. This man is now a predator tasting its prey. His eyes darkened, following every twitch, every tremble, as though he was devouring me without even moving closer.

"Breathe," he murmured against my skin, but it was impossible. My body wasn’t listening anymore.

"Ahh... Nick... I... God..." I was uttering incoherent words, my mind was so lost and scattered.

And through it all, Nick watched me lose my senses, smiling between my legs as he continuously licked my clit before adding another finger into my sheath.

My back arched on its own, my mind slipping further into that sweet, dizzying blur between pleasure and surrender. I could feel his breath, his rhythm, his control — steady.

"Oh gosh... ahh!" My moans were getting louder and louder as he moved his fingers faster, scratching my walls, rubbing the perfect spot that could make me lose my mind.

"How does it feel, love?" he asked in that deep, husky tone that made my pulse skip as he crawled up, reaching for my lips.

"Good," I managed to whisper.

He smirked, brushing his lips over mine, teasing. "Just good?"

"So good," I breathed, barely able to keep my voice steady.

He kissed me again, harder this time, swallowing every sound, every plea that escaped me. I could feel the edge approaching, the tension winding tighter and tighter until it almost hurt.

He kissed me hard before increasing the speed of his hand going in and out of me.

"Mmm!" I moaned in his mouth. I quickly pulled away from his kiss and arched my back. "Oh God... Nick... too much... stop!"

But instead of stopping, he only chuckled and relentlessly slammed his fingers in me, his control absolute. "Not yet, love."