CHAPTER 66: SAY IT AGAIN (8)

Georgia’s POV

I was teetering on the edge when Nick suddenly stopped devouring me like I was his last damn meal. My whole body trembled with the loss of contact, and I looked down just in time to see him untying the rope around my legs.

"Thank God," I breathed. "Finally, I’ll be able to move again."

But he smirked—devilishly—and crushed my hope in one breath.

"Just your legs, baby. Your arms stay tied."

I frowned. "But why?" I asked, already knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.

He leaned closer, voice low and possessive, "Because I don’t want you to have control. I want you to surrender. To feel everything I give you—every thrust, every inch. I want you to know what it means to be completely fucked by me."

Before I could react, he stood and circled behind me. My breath caught in my throat.

I glanced over my shoulder, heart racing. "Where are you going?"

He chuckled, dark and deep. "Relax, Georgia," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m not going far. I’m staying right here—behind you—until I’m satisfied. So brace yourself. I already came earlier... this next one’s going to take a while. Don’t pass out on me."

And before I could fully process that wicked warning, he lifted my left leg and pushed into me from behind—hard and deep.

"Ahh—fuck!" I screamed, the intensity hitting me like a shockwave.

His cock stretched and filled me so completely, I felt like I was about to combust. The angle was new, deeper, thicker, like he was hitting every nerve designed to unravel me. I gripped the rope tightly, knuckles whitening, desperate to anchor myself.

His left hand held my leg up steady while his right hand moved to my breast—kneading, squeezing, claiming me—while his hips snapped forward again and again, fucking me with brutal, delicious rhythm.

I was his—tied, open, trembling—and I had never felt more wanted in my life.

Then he slowed—just slightly. Just enough for me to catch my breath... but not enough to recover. His thrusts were still deep, devastating, and unrelenting. I could feel everything—the shape of him, the heat, the thickness. Every inch of him rubbed against every inch of me, branding me from the inside out.

He let go of my breast and gripped my waist instead, adjusting his angle. Then—God help me—he started grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles.

"Ahh! Shit! Nick!" I cried out, my voice breaking from the sheer force of the pleasure.

I felt like he was hitting everything inside me.

He chuckled, breathless but amused. "How does it feel?" he asked, still gliding in and out of me like he owned my body—and fuck, he did.

I tried to speak, tried to form coherent words, but all I could manage between moans was, "G-Good... So... good... Oh, my god... ahh!"

Then I felt his fingers slip between my thighs and press against my clit. He circled it, firm and steady.

My eyes rolled back so hard I thought they might never come back down.

"And what about this?" he asked, casual as ever, his voice smug and teasing. "Feel even better like this?"

Oh, for fuck’s sake—stop talking to me! I couldn’t form a single damn sentence. My body was no longer mine. It was his—completely overtaken by the waves of pleasure he was dragging out of me.

All I could do was moan and writhe and pray I didn’t black out before he was done with me.

Finally, he stopped asking me those damn questions I couldn’t even answer—and that was when everything changed.

Because that was also the moment he stopped being gentle.

Nick slammed into me—fast, hard, relentless.

"Ahh... ahh... f-fuckkk..." I moaned, louder and louder, my voice echoing into the whole island like a woman possessed by the devil. My leg—the only one still touching the ground—was starting to give out. I clung to the rope with everything I had left, terrified I might collapse from the pleasure.

But then Nick did something I didn’t think was humanly possible.

He lifted my other leg and held me up completely, my back flush against his chest, while I stayed suspended by the ropes and his strength alone. And still—still—he kept moving. He made me bounce on his cock as his hips slammed up to meet mine.

It was fucking acrobatic, and I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got you," he whispered roughly in my ear. "Just focus."

He must’ve sensed the fear in my body—that I might slip or fall—but he forgot to factor in one thing. I couldn’t fall. I was still tied up. I wasn’t going anywhere.

So I surrendered.

I focused.

And God... it was a whole different level of sensation.

Being completely suspended, completely owned, unable to control a damn thing while he drove into the deepest part of me—it changed everything. There was something twistedly perfect about it. Something wild. Something so good it almost hurt.

My body was wrecked, trembling, and I could feel another climax building—harder, deeper, darker than anything before.

I was feeling good, but not the same as before.

"Oh my god, Nick, s-stop... I feel like I’m going to pee!" There, I said it out loud. I tried my best to complete that sentence in one go.

"Let it go... don’t hold back," he murmured darkly, his voice thick with command and lust.

But the bastard didn’t ease up—instead, he rubbed my clit even faster, like he was trying to make me die completely.

"FUCK! AHH—FUCK!" I screamed, my body convulsing as the overwhelming pleasure swallowed me whole. I shattered—utterly, uncontrollably. And then it happened.

Clear liquid gushed out of me the moment Nick pulled out—sudden and shocking.

"Fuckkk—!" I gasped, wide-eyed, heart pounding. My mind couldn’t catch up. What just happened to me? It was so good, but different from my other climax.

But I didn’t have time to think.

Nick didn’t give me a second to breathe. He slid back into me and started moving with the same relentless pace. My body betrayed me—again. Within seconds, I detonated a second time, like a dam exploding under pressure, pleasure soaking through me as I cried out.

"Nick, stop!" I sobbed, my voice trembling, shaking with pleasure I couldn’t control.

But he didn’t stop.

He leaned into me, his mouth hot at my ear. "One more, baby. Just one more."

And when it came, it hit me like a tidal wave.

The third orgasm ripped through me with brutal force. My body convulsed, that liquid heat gushing out again, only this time I climaxed so hard that I felt my inner walls pulse and contract around him in desperate rhythm. My head fell back onto his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream, my body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.

He came with me, deep and hard, growling against my skin.

I was wrecked. Shattered. Utterly undone. I am fainting, I think... Surely I am.