Georgia's POV
I couldn't tell if I was about to faint or fly. Every sound escaping my lips was a mix of pleasure and lewd sounds, breathless, needy, and uncontrollable.
Nick's pace grew relentless, each movement rougher, hungrier, stripping away every layer of restraint between us. The tenderness from earlier was gone; what replaced it was pure, consuming fire. It was just pure primal urge and thirst.
He gathered my hair in his fist, tilting my head back until his lips brushed my ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice deep and ragged. "I've been holding back, thinking you weren't ready. If I'd known you wanted me this bad…" His words trailed off into a low groan that made my knees weak. "I should've done this days ago," he whispered.
A shiver tore through me, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. The pull between us tightened, electric, like the air before a storm.
