CHAPTER 59: SAY IT AGAIN (1)

Georgia’s POV

I didn’t expect this kind of craving. Not for him. Not for anyone.

But the truth wrapped around me like a fever; I wanted him. No... I needed him.

Even though he was my first and we’d only done it a handful of times, it didn’t matter. My mind, my body... they were starving for him and only him. Whatever innocence I once had, whatever shame clung to me before, it was gone now. Burned away by the way he made me feel.

Nick’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "Even if you don’t give me an answer... I’ll make sure we create a lot of unforgettable memories on this island."

Before I could respond, he stood and lifted me effortlessly into his arms.

He kissed me as he walked, hungry and reckless, and I barely registered the direction he was taking us until I felt the rough texture of bark press against my back. A tree. He pinned me gently against it, then slowly loosened my legs from around his waist, setting me down with anticipation that felt like butterflies in my tummy.

His lips didn’t stop... trailing down from my chin, across my neck, over my chest, down my stomach. Every kiss was a tease, a promise.

Then I felt his fingers at the waistband of my pants and underwear. He tugged them down in one smooth motion, leaving me completely bare in front of him.

"S-Stop staring..." I whispered, heat blazing across my cheeks.

He was on his knees, eye-level with my most intimate place, and he didn’t look away. His thumb grazed the edge of me, feather-light.

He looked up through his lashes, his eyes locked with mine, and smirked. "Would you rather I eat it instead of just touching it?"

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My face wasn’t the only thing burning now—my entire body flushed hot with embarrassment and arousal. I am sure I am all red.

I kept my mouth shut, hoping he’d let it slide.

Of course, he didn’t.

His thumb kept brushing my skin everywhere but there, teasing me mercilessly while his eyes never left mine.

"I’m still waiting, Georgia..." he murmured.

This man. He was going to kill me—not with pain, but with shamelessness.

"W-What do you want me to say?" I asked, trying to play innocent, though I knew that card was wearing thin between us.

Instead of answering, he leaned in and pressed his nose against me, breathing in deep, sniffed me like a man addicted.

I froze, shocked and trembling.

Then—he spanked me. Right there.

I blinked, confused and speechless.

What the hell was that?

"I know you want me," he said, eyes burning into mine. "I can smell how aroused you are. You’re already wet, aren’t you?"

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

But I knew he was right.

His smile turned wicked—deliciously devilish—as he looked up at me from between my legs.

"Where do you want my lips and tongue, Georgia?" he asked.

Gods.

My breath caught. My legs tensed.

"You already know..." I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

But deep down, I wanted to scream it. ’Yes, right there. Eat me. Ravage me.’ But I couldn’t. I was too ashamed to say the words out loud, even as my body begged for him.

He smirked, clearly enjoying every second of my struggle. "No, I don’t know. You’ve got to tell me, baby..."

Teasing, arrogant bastard.

Of course, he knew. He knew exactly where I wanted him. He was just toying with me, loving how flustered I got under his control.

Before I could snap back, he suddenly rose to his full height, his presence overwhelming. He planted one arm beside my head, caging me against the rough bark, while his other hand gripped my chin and tilted it upward.

His eyes locked on mine—burning, hungry, commanding.

"Do you want to be fucked or not?" he asked, this time with a gravity that cut straight through the tension. The playful tone was gone. He wasn’t teasing anymore.

My heart stuttered.

His words punched through every wall I had left. My pulse raced, breath caught, body already trembling in anticipation.

And I knew, right then... I did want it. I wanted all of him—rough, real, relentless.

But could I actually say it?

I swallowed hard and gave a small nod.

His expression darkened. He wasn’t satisfied.

A nervous chill raced down my spine. Whatever reckless courage had possessed me the first time we made love had completely vanished. Where was that bold, shameless version of myself? Maybe it had been the aphrodisiacs we ate that day... or maybe the reality of my own desire had finally caught up to me.

Right now, it felt like there was a tight knot in my throat, stopping me from saying the filthy words I’d once thrown at him so easily.

"I need to hear it, Georgia," Nick said, his voice low and commanding. His hand brushed along my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me. What do you want me to do next?"

My heart thundered against my ribs.

Fuck this.

It was now or never. He was right—this was our last day on the island. Who knew what awaited us when we returned to civilization? To our real lives?

If we were going to make this count, I couldn’t hide anymore.

Tomorrow meant rules, noise, and real life. I didn’t want to leave this part of me behind.

I lifted my chin and forced my voice to work. "I want you."

His smirk is back, and then he said, "And? What shall I do to you?"

"I want your mouth on me. I want your hands everywhere. And then I want you to fuck me."

His eyes darkened, breath catching against my cheek. The air shifted, electric and dangerous, like a storm rolling in off the sea.

"Say it again," he whispered into my ear. "Say it again, step by step. I want to hear it in detail, baby..."