CHAPTER 81: AN INVITATION (4)

Georgia’s POV

My hunger for him only grew with each passing day—raw, insatiable, almost animalistic. It was like there was a part of me only he could reach, only he could satisfy.

I gripped his hair and pulled him away from my soaked core, breathless and aching. My lips trembled as I looked him in the eye.

"Nick... fuck me," I demanded, my voice low and desperate. "Erase everything—everything about Raymond. Make me forget. Take me now. Hard."

The way his eyes darkened sent a thrill through me. Then came that wicked smirk—the one that always promised I’d be ruined in the best way possible.

"Always my pleasure, baby," he growled, then slid inside me in one slow, agonizing thrust.

I watched—my eyes locked on where we were connected. I watched his cock disappear into me, again and again, his rhythm torturously slow and unbearably erotic.

"You like what you see, baby?" His voice was rough, filled with lust.

"Yes... Babe, fuck me more," I moaned, rolling my hips to meet his every thrust.

He didn’t hold back after that. His pace quickened, deeper, harder, and I welcomed every second of it.

When he bottomed out, buried deep inside me, I cried out—body arching, mind slipping.

"Oh God... ahh!"

He grunted, his voice full of hunger. "So fucking soft... and so goddamn wet."

Every stroke pushed me closer to madness—and I didn’t want to come back down.

Then his thumb found my swollen clit, circling it with maddening movement as he thrust into me, his gaze locked on mine—dark, hungry, and lustful.

"Georgia..." His voice was a husky growl bouncing against the bathroom walls. "I could never get tired of this. Of you. I crave you more every fucking day. What the hell have you done to me?"

He didn’t stop moving. He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or respond. Not that I could. All that came out of my mouth were moans, broken curses, and the sound of his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer.

Because I felt the same.

Every moment without him felt longer than it should. Every day, my need for him grew deeper—twisting, tightening, consuming. He was becoming my addiction... and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be cured.

"Babe... oh God, fuck me deeper," I gasped, chasing the pleasure that was already threatening to swallow me whole.

He chuckled darkly, cocky and wild. "Coming already?" he teased, slowing just enough to torture me.

"Yes... please, Nick... I’m so close," I whimpered. "Don’t stop. Keep it steady, right there—just like that."

And he did.

Because he knew my body like it was his own.

I was spiraling—his thrusts relentless, each one striking my sweet spot like he was born to ruin me.

"AHH!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the bathroom walls.

And then I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning, fierce and unforgiving. My hips jerked, legs trembling uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed through my core. But Nick—he didn’t let up. He kept moving, his gaze locked on mine like he was watching me come undone just for him.

He smirked, proud and feral. "That’s it, baby. Feel it. Feel me."

God, I would never get tired of this—of him. Of the way he made me lose every piece of composure I had. With Nick, I wasn’t just touched—I was transcended into another dimension.

But just when I thought he’d give me a second to breathe, he flipped me—quick, dominant, and still buried deep inside me. I gasped as my hands braced against the cold granite, my ass pressing against him, his cock still stretching me.

He reached for my chin, angling my face toward the mirror in front of us.

"Eyes on the mirror," he commanded, his voice stern like the Captain he was. "Don’t look away."

Then he kissed my spine—soft, reverent—trailing up to my shoulders, my nape, branding every inch of my skin with heat.

"I want you to see what I see," he murmured as he began to move again, slow but devastating. "Watch yourself—how fucking erotic you look when you moan, when you beg, when I fuck you deep and hard."

He grunted, his pace teasing but dangerous. "That face... those sounds you make—they’re burned into my memory, Georgia. Every damn time I recall your moans, those filthy little curses you scream when you come... I get hard. Instantly. That’s how deep you’ve sunk into me. You’ve claimed my mind, my soul—my heart—and you don’t even know it."

Wait. Heart?

He said I claimed his heart?

What the actual hell—?

But I couldn’t think straight. Not when he slammed into me again with that perfect rhythm that made my toes curl. My thoughts scattered like dust as another climax began to build. If he kept going like that... my soul would ascend straight to the heavens faster than the angels.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Nick growled through gritted teeth as he slammed into me with ruthless steadiness, his rhythm punishing and addictive.

In the mirror, I watched us—watched the rawness of our pleasure paint our expressions. My cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with lust. And Nick... he looked like a man on the brink of losing control. His head rolled back, his jaw clenched, veins taut on his neck as he thrust into me like a wild man.

*SLAP*

My ass stung, sharp and sudden. I gasped—then moaned when he smacked the other cheek just as hard. It hurt... beautifully. And every time his hand connected with my skin, my pussy clenched tighter around him, making him groan like I’d driven the air out of his lungs.

"Shit, baby," he panted, staring at me in the mirror. "I want to cum in your mouth. Can I?"

My heart skipped.

I met his gaze, lips parted. "Y-Yes, babe. You can," I said, breathless.

What the fuck am I saying? I’ve never done that before!

Panic bloomed in my chest, but it didn’t have time to take root—not when Nick lifted one of my legs and propped it on the cold countertop, spreading me wider.

"Good," he growled, fingers finding my clit. "But first, let me make you finish again."

His thrusts turned savage, his fingers ruthless against my swollen nub. He knew my body too damn well—knew exactly how to break me.

Seconds. That’s all it took before I shattered again.

"Nick!" I screamed, my walls contracting around him, waves of ecstasy rolling through my core. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My vision blurred as my orgasm took over, wild and unrelenting.

"Shit, Georgia—you’re milking me so fucking hard," he choked out, his voice hoarse, eyes burning in the mirror.

I was still reeling, barely recovering, when he pulled out and spun me around with a swift, commanding motion. His hand guided me to my knees, and the next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth—thick, pulsing, desperate.

"Fuck!" he cried out, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips jerked forward, and then—

Warmth.

Spurts of hot, salty release coated my tongue, my mouth quickly filling.

Oh my God—it’s a lot.

I tried to swallow, but it was too much—his scent, his taste, his claim. I am drowning, help!