Georgia's POV
The moment he slipped another finger inside me, my soul nearly left my body. Pleasure ripped through me in sharp waves—so good, yet maddeningly not enough. My body screamed for more, for him.
"Nick… ahh… ahh…" I gasped, my back arching when his mouth moved to my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, teasing, licking, sucking with the kind of devotion that made me lose my mind.
"You like it when I suck your nipple, baby?" he asked against my skin, his voice smug, as if the frantic sounds spilling from my lips weren't proof enough. But of course, he's Nicholas Knight—the man who thrives on making me beg.
"Yes—yes, babe… put it in me, please…" The words tumbled out shamelessly, raw and desperate. I couldn't take the torment anymore. I needed him, all of him, stretching me, filling me until I shattered.
"Why are you in such a hurry? You going somewhere?" His smirk deepened, that infuriating arrogance lighting his eyes.
