CHAPTER 352: SINFUL (3)

Georgia’s POV

Nick pinned my wrists gently above my head, his body hovering just inches from mine. That familiar, dangerous smirk curved on his lips—the kind that made my pulse skip and my thoughts scatter. His eyes dragged down my body, slow and deliberate, before finding my gaze again, dark and unrelenting.

"Tell me, love," he whispered, voice rough with restrained hunger. "Is this what your body’s been asking for?"

Heat rushed through me, and I turned my face away, trying to hide the flutter in my chest. "Maybe... I’m not sure what I want," I managed to say, my voice trembling.

Nick’s smile deepened as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek. "Then let’s find out together."

He stood, offering me his hand. I took it without thinking, and he pulled me to my feet, straight into his warmth, into him. His fingers traced the outline of my jaw, sliding down the curve of my neck and across my shoulder with a tenderness that set my skin ablaze.

"I still remember our first time," he murmured, his thumb brushing against my collarbone. "You were trembling, wrapped in a thin blanket... and I swore I’d never forget that moment."

I swallowed hard, trying to picture everything he was describing: the cave, the fire, the sound of the rain, hoping that somehow, it would unlock a piece of my missing memory.

Nick pointed to his left, his gaze distant, his tone low and deep. "Over there, that’s where the campfire was. We kept it burning no matter how hard it rained. Everything was soaked, the leaves, our clothes, even the fallen branches from trees, but that small fire... it kept us warm."

His voice alone painted the image so vividly that my heart began to race.

Then, without warning, he bent down and swept me off the floor in one swift motion. I gasped and instinctively looped my arms around his neck as laughter escaped me.

"Just like this," he said, his lips brushing close to my ear, sending a shiver through me. "I carried you the same way that night, you wouldn’t stop teasing me, and I lost all sense of control."

He walked to the bed with steady steps, eyes never leaving mine.

"And here..." His voice softened as he gently laid me down, his hand still cradling the back of my head. "This was our makeshift bed, coconut leaves covered with that blanket you stole from my ship."

The way he said it, half a chuckle, half a whisper, made my whole body ache with a warmth I couldn’t quite name.

I smiled, trying to hide the way my heart was hammering. "It sounds funny... and exciting."

Nick’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer. "Funny for you, maybe. You teased me endlessly that night, thinking I’d stay a gentleman." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "But I wasn’t, love, not with you. I was trembling inside, thinking of how much I wanted you. How badly I wanted to lose control."

My breath hitched as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin just a little too slowly.

"I wanted you so much it was driving me insane," he murmured. "All I could think of was fucking you, again and again, until you would beg me to stop. But even if you beg, I won’t stop until you faint."

I froze, utterly speechless, my lips parting but no words coming out. It was the first time I heard him talk dirty like this, and it surely stirred something in me.

Nick chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction. "Do you regret teasing me now?"

I shook my head, breathless. "No... keep going. Maybe I’ll remember if you do. What happened next?"

His eyes glinted with heat as he traced my jawline. "I remember wanting to kiss you until you forgot how to breathe."

"Did you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Yes," he murmured, his breath fanning over my skin. "And right now, I want to do it all over again."

Then his lips found mine, slow at first, then deeper, stealing the air, the thought, and the world around us.

His hand slid to the back of my head, keeping me in place, His fingers threading through my hair as he drew me in, his kiss deep and unrestrained, the kind that made the world blur around us. His other hand traced down my shoulder, following the curve of my arm, then lower to my sides and back, finding every place that made my breath falter.

His tongue found mine and tasted it as if I was a delectable dish. He kissed me like he’d been starving for it, urgent, consuming, relentless, until I was breathless. I really thought I was going to suffocate at how intense it was.

When he finally let my lips go, it wasn’t mercy; it was to taste more of me, my jaw, my throat, the sensitive line of my neck.

A trembling sigh escaped me as his touch grew bolder, his fingers touched my nipples, rolling and pinching them as if he was molding clay.

His voice was rough when he whispered against my ear, "I touched you like this, if I remember it correctly, I asked for your permission and you said yes..."

My hands clung to his arms, unable to stop the shiver running through me as his mouth wandered lower, his breath warm against my skin. Every touch, every word, felt like a memory half-returning something I couldn’t fully recall, but my body could never forget.

"Your breasts are so tender and soft... Arousing me so much," he said when his hands grabbed them, squeezing and kneading them gently, as his lips traveled towards them.

And when his lips finally found one of my mounds, he finally sucked one of them. I gasped. I swear I felt the hairs on my back rise up... I am so turned on, and I am becoming impatient.

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