Georgia's POV
The moment my eyes fluttered open, a sharp pain stabbed through my head, and sunlight poured into the room, blinding me.
Then it hit me.
Nick.
I turned to my side, expecting to find him tangled in the sheets with me, but the bed was empty. Instead, a rhythmic pounding reached my ears, thud after thud, echoing in perfect sync with my throbbing headache. It was coming from the backyard, right outside my window.
I sat up slowly, only to realize I was wrapped in nothing but a robe, and what happened last night came crashing back into my mind.
Oh. My. God.
My gaze darted to the wall clock. Almost noon. No wonder my head felt like it was splitting—I barely slept. Nick had kept me up until sunrise, his relentless body pressed to mine again and again. Not once. Not twice. But so many times I lost count. The man wasn't human—he was a machine, insatiable and determined to wring me dry.
