CHAPTER 71: THE SURPRISE (4)

Georgia’s POV

What the hell was I doing?

I should be telling him to stop. I should be reminding him that we need to get off this island. That time is running out. People are waiting for us... His people.

But instead... I was on my knees. Kneeling on the towel I had just pulled from his waist, his heat still lingering in the fabric, and taking him into my mouth with a hunger I didn’t even recognize in myself.

I tried to push him away at first. I really did.

But then he moaned.

And I caved.

Just this once... I’ll let him have me. Any way he wants. Every way he needs.

Because the moment we return to the city, everything might change.

He might change.

Maybe this man, the one who touches me like I’m sacred and fucks me like he’s starving, is only born from the isolation of this island. Maybe when we’re back in the real world, he’ll vanish. And I’ll be left wondering if this was all just a beautiful, aching illusion.

So right now... I want him. All of him.

Not just inside my body, but embedded in my heart and memory.

Even if it hurts later, I want to remember this moment as real.

"Fuck... faster, baby..." he growled, voice thick with need.

I looked up, and the sight of him made my stomach flip.

Nick’s head was tilted back, his eyes closed, lips parted in helpless ecstasy. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place like I was his anchor in the storm of pleasure.

He began to move his hips, slow, controlled thrusts. Careful. Like he didn’t want to hurt me. Like he didn’t want to make me gag.

But I knew what he wanted.

I could feel it in the way his grip tightened.

So I shifted. Adjusted the angle of my head. Relaxed my throat. And took more of him in, letting him slide deeper with every pass.

Saliva dripped from the corners of my lips, pooling onto the towel beneath me, but I didn’t care. Not when he groaned like that. Not when every curse that spilled from his mouth made my heart clench and my core throb.

Every sound he made, every twitch of his hips, every ragged breath was confirmation.

That right here, right now... I was everything he needed.

Nick pulled me up without a word, lifting me effortlessly and placing me on the smooth surface of the rock. My breath hitched, both from the sudden movement and the heat in his eyes as he stared down at me.

Then he froze.

His gaze dropped to my hips, and when he saw what I was wearing, a slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips.

A white lace panty that didn’t really hide anything. Almost sheer. More of a tease than fabric.

His fingers brushed lightly over the delicate material, teasing me with a feather-light touch. I shivered. And then—rip.

The sharp sound of tearing lace echoed into the humid air, and my eyes flew open in shock.

"Nick! That was brand new!" I blurted out, half scandalized, half breathless.

He only chuckled, eyes gleaming with lust. "It was in the way. I’ll buy you ten more."

I didn’t get the chance to argue. His head dipped between my thighs, and the moment his mouth made contact with my clit, I cried out, the moan ripped from my throat before I could stop it.

"Oh my God..."

My fingers buried themselves in his hair, pulling tightly as my hips jerked involuntarily. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath.

He devoured me like he’d starve without the taste of me.

And just as the pleasure crested, he rose, towering over me like a storm ready to strike, and without hesitation, thrust into me, not too slow, not too fast, but it was a powerful stroke.

I gasped—my back arched, my mouth falling open, but no sound came out. Just the unbearable fullness, the way he filled every part of me, body and soul.

"F-Fuck..." I whimpered, my voice high, trembling under the weight of the sensation.

"You said fast, didn’t you?" he growled low against my ear, his hips already snapping into me again, rough and precise. "But baby... You weren’t even ready for this."

I couldn’t reply. I was too far gone. Too lost in the way he moved inside me. Like nothing else existed but this wild, breathless moment.

Nick cupped my chin with one hand, firm but gentle, tilting my face until our eyes locked.

"Don’t look away," he said, voice low and ragged. "Keep your eyes on me. I’m not holding back, I’m going to make you come fast."

Before I could even nod, he was already moving—his thrusts sharper, deeper, and his fingers worked my clit with maddening precision, rubbing it just the right speed.

My head jerked back from the sudden rush, but his grip brought my gaze right back to his.

I furrowed my brows, struggling to hold eye contact as the pressure inside me built with wicked speed, faster than ever before.

"FUCK!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the rocks as my body trembled violently.

I grabbed at my breasts, needing something, anything, to anchor me while waves of pleasure slammed into me. I wasn’t even thinking. Just feeling.

"That’s it, baby... good girl. Just like that," Nick growled, his voice tight with restraint, but his pace never wavered.

"Shit, I’m coming! Nick, I—" My words were cut off by my own climax, crashing over me like a tsunami.

My core clenched so hard it nearly knocked the breath out of me. My legs were shaking, my thighs twitching, and I felt him tense up, heard his low, guttural moan, as he buried himself to the hilt, cursed, then pulled out just in time.

Still panting, dazed and soaked in pleasure, I barely noticed when he leaned in and kissed me with a soft urgency.

"Was that fast enough for you?" he murmured against my lips. Then he grinned. "Now come on. Let’s get married!"

I blinked, still floating in the afterglow, my body raw and trembling, but his words lit something inside me. Despite the ache between my legs and the sensitivity pulsing through me... I smiled.

Hell yes. Let’s get married.

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Thank you agregory for the Golden Ticket!