CHAPTER 65: SAY IT AGAIN (7)

Georgia’s POV

Nick didn’t answer me. He just smirked, eyes dark and full of heat as he stared me down—like a predator savoring the moment before he pounces.

My gaze dipped on its own, dragging lower, landing exactly where the madness started.

And there it was—standing tall and unapologetically proud.

I swallowed hard.

God, even now, I still couldn’t wrap my head around how that thick, massive thing actually fit inside me. Every. Inch. Of it. How it managed to fill me so deeply, stretch me to the brink—and yet leave me craving more.

I licked my lips without thinking, and I knew I was caught the moment his hand wrapped around his length in a slow, deliberate stroke, as if offering it to me.

"Hungry?" he asked, voice low and amused.

That’s when it hit me—I’d been staring way too long.

My gaze snapped back to his, and there it was—that look. So smug, so sure of himself.

"You know," he drawled, "you could’ve just told me you wanted it. Instead, you made me chase you through the forest, and now here you are, tied up, licking your lips, and practically eye-fucking me."

"I was not staring at it!" I shot back instantly, even though the heat flooding my cheeks said otherwise.

His smirk deepened as he stepped closer. "Oh, really? Then what were you staring at?"

"I was... staring at nothing," I said, flustered. "Now untie me, Nick. We could talk this out—all afternoon, if you want... back in the cave. No ropes involved."

It was a pathetic attempt to play coy.

He was right in front of me now, still stroking himself like it was a cat asking for a belly rub, like he knew exactly what kind of torture it was putting me through. Each movement was pure sin, and I was seconds away from snapping.

I was aching. Wet. Desperate.

My thighs trembled. My body pulsed with need. I couldn’t take another second of this slow burn.

He didn’t need to speak. I didn’t need to beg.

We both knew—I was done pretending.

"So impatient..." he murmured, just before crashing his lips against mine.

The kiss was hot and claiming, but what really stole my breath was the way his hard cock brushed between my thighs—teasing, gliding just enough to graze my soaked folds, smearing himself with my arousal.

"Fuck... you’re drenched," he groaned, his fingers sliding down to confirm what we both already knew. "As always..."

I gasped. "Always? You make it sound like I’m some kind of maniac, Nick."

He chuckled darkly, his lips grazing my jaw. "I don’t mind. As long as you’re always wet for me, I don’t give a damn. I could fuck you all day and never get tired. You know that."

"You’re the reason I’m like this," I shot back breathlessly. "You always make me wet."

"Oh yeah?" he smirked. "That means you’re always turned on when I’m around."

"I am n—ahh!" My denial turned into a sharp moan as he pushed a finger deep inside me—no warning, just action. It went in to the hilt and began pumping in and out, relentless and deliberate.

"Gods, Georgia... you’re dripping for me," he growled, pulling away from my mouth.

His lips found my breast, hot and urgent, sucking until it was raw, then biting just enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain.

I jerked instinctively—my hand moved, and the sudden pull on my other wrist snapped me back to the reality I had forgotten.

Shit.

The ropes. I was still bound—trapped like some forbidden offering between two trees.

He withdrew his finger from my pussy, and my whole body cried out in silent protest. I wanted to scream ’Put it back, damn it’—but all that came out was a needy, desperate moan.

Nick smirked again, devilishly pleased, and used that same hand, slick with my desire, to knead my other breast. His mouth returned to the first, biting harder now.

It was pain. It was a pleasure. It was torment and worship all at once.

And it was driving me absolutely insane.

He rubbed slow, deliberate circles over my clit, and I couldn’t help the sharp moan that tore from my throat.

"Is the big bad wolf living up to your expectations?" he asked, voice smooth and seductive.

God, I wanted to scream yes. But instead, all I could think about was how badly I still needed more. That wasn’t enough—not even close.

"A bit," I managed to say, biting down my frustration.

"A bit?" he echoed with a grin. "So you want more?"

Of course, I fucking want more. You haven’t even stuffed me full yet with that thick, hard cock I can’t stop dreaming about.

"Yes," I whispered, though it came out more like a plea.

He smirked. "Alright then... more it is."

Without breaking eye contact, he knelt between my legs.

My legs were already spread wide, tied open and vulnerable just for him. He leaned in, large hands gripping my thighs as he used his thumbs to spread my folds open even further, revealing every throbbing, desperate inch of me.

When his gaze dropped to my slick, swollen clit, he exhaled like he’d found the treasure he’d been hunting for. Then his eyes locked onto mine again, intense, consuming as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

The moment his tongue touched my clit, I bit down on my bottom lip hard, my eyes rolling back at the jolt of sensation.

He licked me slowly at first, savoring the taste of me like it was his last meal. Then faster. More eager. More intense. Like a starved animal feasting on something forbidden and divine.

I tried to reach for his head, to bury my fingers in his hair, but the ropes reminded me—I was his, spread and helpless, tied up like some erotic offering beneath the trees.

I looked down, breath ragged, heart hammering—and damn him, he was still looking at me, never once breaking that eye contact. Watching me unravel.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, Nick!" I cried, back arching as his tongue moved in dizzying circles. "Slow down—I swear I’m gonna faint!"

I probably wasn’t. But hell, it felt like I might.

Like my soul was being dragged out of my body by the sheer force of the pleasure he was giving me.

And he wasn’t even close to done.

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