Georgia's POV
I never thought a position could flip my entire world—literally and figuratively. The moment he thrust into me from behind, it hit different. The angle, the depth… it was overwhelming and fucking incredible.
"Oh my God!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the rocks. "Nick… Ah, fuck!"
The moans wouldn't stop. My body responded wildly to every push. I swore I could feel him deep, past my navel, invading every part of me within.
He reached forward, cupping my breast, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me, Georgia… you like it when I fuck you from behind?"
His voice, low, hoarse, desperate, sent shivers down my spine. Damn, my whole body got goosebumps.
Before I could answer, a sharp slap stung across my right cheek, the one on my behind.
"Ahh!" I gasped, a rush of pleasure washing over the pain.
"Answer me," he demanded, slapping me again, harder.
"Yes! I do!" I yelped.
"Complete the sentence, future wife," he growled, and my heart skipped at those words.
