CHAPTER 48: MY SLUT—MINE ALONE (2)

Georgia’s POV

I never thought a position could flip my entire world—literally and figuratively. The moment he thrust into me from behind, it hit different. The angle, the depth... it was overwhelming and fucking incredible.

"Oh my God!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the rocks. "Nick... Ah, fuck!"

The moans wouldn’t stop. My body responded wildly to every push. I swore I could feel him deep, past my navel, invading every part of me within.

He reached forward, cupping my breast, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me, Georgia... you like it when I fuck you from behind?"

His voice, low, hoarse, desperate, sent shivers down my spine. Damn, my whole body got goosebumps.

Before I could answer, a sharp slap stung across my right cheek, the one on my behind.

"Ahh!" I gasped, a rush of pleasure washing over the pain.

"Answer me," he demanded, slapping me again, harder.

"Yes! I do!" I yelped.

"Complete the sentence, future wife," he growled, and my heart skipped at those words.

Hearing that from him while getting fucked like this hits differently. It was as if he was claiming me whole and even my future.

"Oh fuck, yes. I love it when you fuck me like that," I gasped, shame lost to desire.

I was discovering more of myself with every second I spent under him, both the wild and the wicked.

Then he grabbed my hair, twisting it into his fist, and yanked my head back.

"Oh... my... fucking... God..." I panted, the stretch in my throat somehow amplifying the heat coiling in my gut.

"Love seeing you like this, baby," he whispered, just before slamming into me hard.

"Nick... you’re so deep—ahh!" I cried.

He grunted, "Fuck, you feel amazing. You’re so wet, so tight... I could stay buried inside you forever."

And right then, I knew—I was completely, utterly his.

His pace turned ruthless, slamming into me with every ounce of strength he had left. I could feel his fingers digging deeper into my hips, anchoring himself as his moans grew rough and ragged; he was close. And so was I.

My throat was turning dry from moaning, but I couldn’t stop. The way my body bounced with every thrust made my mind blank out from the overstimulation.

Then he growled against my skin, "Fuck... I’m coming. I’m so fucking close..."

I think he said more, but I didn’t catch it. I was reaching my peak. The coil inside me snapped again, ripping through my core in waves.

My orgasm hit me hard, harder than before, and I felt my walls clamp down on him, tighter, greedier, pulsing so strongly in a steady beat.

"Oh shit! Fuck, no!" Nick growled suddenly.

"Ahh!" I cried out as I came, unaware he was still buried inside me up until that moment.

Then I felt it, Nick almost pushed me towards the boulder, pulling out in a rush, hot release splashing on my back just as he groaned and leaned over me, panting.

My legs buckled. I collapsed into the stream, gripping my shaking thighs, while Nick braced himself against the boulder, one hand gripping his cock as the last of his release dripped from him.

We locked eyes. He let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Damn, Georgia. You’re something else. I almost didn’t make it out in time. The way you clenched around me... If you want to get knocked up, just say the word. I’d do it with a smile."

"What?!" I snapped, heart skipping. "You didn’t cum inside, right?"

His lips curled into a devilish smirk. "Gods, I almost did. Didn’t expect you to cum with me. Fuck, it felt so damn good I nearly said screw it and let go. You’re that addictive."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the boulder, breathless and drained. He joined me a second later, his body warm beside mine.

I couldn’t even move. I felt like he’d sucked every last ounce of strength from my bones, and I wasn’t sure if I hated it or wanted more.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice lower now, tender, while his hands cupped the stream water and gently poured it over my body—rinsing me, soothing the heat still lingering on my skin.

"I don’t know..." I muttered. "My legs are trembling..."

He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb along my hip. "Can you walk? The water’s deeper just up ahead—you might like it better than this spot."

"Okay," I managed to whisper, though my limbs felt like jelly.

He stood first, towering over me with that casual strength of his, then extended a hand. I took it, needing the support. But the second I tried to stand, my knees buckled—and I collapsed.

Nick caught me instantly.

His arms wrapped around me fast, strong, and sure. I felt my heart race again, not from lust this time, but from the shock of how my body completely gave out. His scent wrapped around me as he pulled me close, his wet skin pressed to mine, grounding me.

"Shit," I whispered, clinging to him. "I can’t feel my legs. I really can’t walk."

"You don’t have to," he said, lifting me with ease. "I’ve got you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me, my legs still useless beneath me. He carried me effortlessly, like I weighed like a baby.

He stepped into the deeper part of the stream, the water rising as he waded through—until it enveloped us both.

"Oh... It’s warmer here," I murmured, surprised by the sudden heat that pulsed around us. "Is this... a hot spring?"

Nick smirked. "Might be. This island has a few surprises." He paused, his voice certain. "I’ve been thinking... this place and everything that happened here, it’s unforgettable. So... what if we got married here?"

My head jerked toward him, eyes wide.

Wait—did he just say that?

Did he really just ask me to marry him right after wrecking me in a hot spring? This guy is more delusional than I am!