Georgia's POV
"Ahh… Georgia…" Nick breathed my name like a prayer, his voice rough with desire.
Heat bloomed across my face under his intense gaze. I was perched on his desk, legs spread wide, my body trembling with need. My mouth hung open, helpless moans slipping out every time he buried himself deep inside me.
The wetness between us was shameless, spilling over from the way he made me feel—utterly, achingly his.
I couldn't deny him. I didn't want to. My mind screamed restraint, but my body was reckless, desperate for every thrust, every claim he made on me.
"Ahh… Nick… slow down…" I gasped, clutching at the hard muscle of his arms as if I could anchor myself. But he didn't relent—he pounded into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs, stretching me in ways that made my toes curl.
He was consuming me, breaking me apart, and I would have given anything for this moment to never end.
