Georgia's POV
When his mouth left mine, it wasn't retreat—it was a tease. Each breath he took brushed against my skin before his lips found a new path, tracing fire down my jaw to the hollow beneath my ear. The sensation was dizzying, a shock of heat that raced down my spine.
His earlier kisses had been wild, claiming. Now, they softened—slow, deliberate, each one a test of control. He kissed like he wanted to savor the taste of restraint, even as his grip on my breast tells a different story.
He grabbed my breasts hard, as if he would fall into the abyss if he didn't. Then, his other hand traveled down further into my inner thigh, caressing my skin, arousing me further.
When his fingers slid lower, the air shifted. His touch grew slower, heavier, drawing sparks wherever his skin met mine. Every movement sent waves through me, sharp and addictive, until my body was trembling for more.