CHAPTER 389: LIGHTHOUSE (3)

Georgia’s POV

Every slow roll of his hips sent a wave of warmth spiraling through my body, tightening low in my stomach. I could feel his restraint slipping with every movement, tension coiling in his muscles, in his voice, in the way his hands gripped my waist like he needed me close—closer—closest.

"Look at me," he whispered.

I lifted my gaze, and the second our eyes met, the world outside the unfinished lighthouse disappeared. It was just us. Just this impossible pull that had always existed between us, from the very first day on this island.

His next thrust wasn’t faster—but deeper. So deep my breath left me in one shaky, broken sound that made his lashes flutter, his jaw tighten.

"That..." he breathed, brushing his nose lightly against mine. "That sound you make... it destroys me."

My hands flew to his shoulders, nails lightly grazing his skin as warmth pooled and spread inside me, each movement sending sparks across my nerves.

"Nick..." I whispered, barely able to form his name.

He groaned—quiet, low, desperate—before capturing my lips in a kiss that felt like he was trying to pull every part of me into him. His movements grew more urgent, less controlled, filled with a rising heat that matched my own.

The table rocked beneath us, the wood creaking softly, echoing the rhythm we were creating together. Every time he pulled me closer, I melted a little more, my thoughts dissolving into pure sensation—his breath on my skin, his hands roaming my waist, the quiet curses he breathed against my shoulder as he tried and failed to keep himself from losing control.

"God, Georgia... I’m trying... I’m trying to be gentle, but you make me—" His voice broke. "You make me feel everything. I’m worried about the baby..."

My own breath turned uneven, my thighs trembling as I wrapped them tighter around him, urging him closer without words. And he understood—he always did.

"Come here, my love. I am fine, the baby is fine... Stop worrying... This... This is doctor-approved," I said, making him chuckle and shake his head.

His rhythm shifted, not rough, not wild... but undeniably passionate. Deep. Consuming. Like he wanted to feel every heartbeat we had pressed together.

Heat built and built between us, wrapping around my spine, tightening low in my belly. Nick’s hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling my gaze to his again.

"Stay with me," he whispered, voice raw. "Feel this with me."

"I’m here," I breathed, my voice soft but trembling. "I’m right here."

His lips brushed mine, barely, faint like a promise, before he moved again, and a soft, helpless sound escaped me. He swallowed it with another kiss, deeper this time, pouring everything he felt into it: desire, love, reverence, need.

The tension between us stretched thin... then thinner... until every breath we took felt like it could break us into pieces.

Nick’s movements grew more urgent, but never careless, every shift of his hips, every brush of his skin against mine carried a purpose, a meaning, a plea. His breath was hot against my cheek, uneven, trembling, as if he was holding back a storm that wanted nothing more than to consume both of us.

My heartbeat raced to match his, pounding so hard I felt it everywhere, between us, under my skin, in the way my fingers curled against his shoulders like I needed to anchor myself or be swept away entirely.

"Georgia..." he breathed, voice cracking in a way that shattered something inside me.

The way he said my name—it wasn’t lust. It was worship.

His forehead pressed against mine again, sweat beading along his temples, tension coiling through his muscles as if he was fighting a losing battle against the pleasure building in him.

"I’m so close..." he whispered, but the words sounded almost pained.

"As close as I’ve ever been."

His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones with trembling tenderness. He kissed me, not rough, not quick, but slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that makes your soul lean forward.

I kissed him back just as desperately, feeling him melt into the moment, into me, until he groaned softly against my lips.

"I love you," I whispered breathlessly, and I felt him stutter, in his movement, as if those three words reached some place inside him he didn’t know was vulnerable.

He kissed me harder, pressing his forehead to mine again.

"Say it again," he murmured, voice thick.

"I love you..." My hands slid up his back, feeling every line of tension trembling beneath my fingertips. "I love you, Nick."

He exhaled sharply, almost a gasp, before pulling me closer, closer, until our bodies aligned perfectly and the heat between us pooled into something overwhelming as his thrusts in and out of me grew faster and faster.

The pleasure was building too fast, too deep, curling inside me like a wave rising, cresting, ready to break. My thighs tightened around him, my nails dug into his skin, my breath catching on every movement.

I could feel the pressure building inside me so fast, I knew I would explode any second now.

Nick groaned, a raw, low sound that vibrated against my chest.

"Baby... I can feel you," he whispered, voice shaking. "You’re right there... you’re about to—"

I nodded, unable to speak, my whole body trembling as warmth surged through me, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke, every kiss, every staggered breath.

His lips dropped to my neck, kissing, worshipping, breathing me in as if he needed my scent to stay upright.

"Let go," he whispered into my skin, his voice a plea—soft, desperate, breaking. "I want to feel you fall apart. Please... let go for me."

My body tensed, the wave rising too high to fight.

"Nick—I’m... Ahh! Fuckkk!"

"I’ve got you," he murmured, holding my face, his thumbs brushing my tears of pleasure before they even fell. "I’m right here. Come to me, Georgia."

His words, his voice, his body pressed against mine—everything collided.

Everything snapped. I felt my soul shattered as my core beat in a strong, steady rhythm. Then something warm spread inside me... Nick...

We both reached our peak... together, as we became one, body and soul. Everything around us blurred. And the world disappeared. All I could see and feel was him.

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