Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 396: Disappear (3)

Georgia’s POV

The moment the last piece of clothing slipped off my skin, I reached for Nick’s waistband, ready to take control. His hands clamped around my hips with a firm, delicious dominance.

"Nope," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "You’re not doing that."

Before I could even blink, he lifted my left leg and placed it on the sofa, opening me to him completely. And then... his head dipped.

"Nick! Oh my gosh!"

But the rest of my breath dissolved into a sharp gasp the second his mouth met my slit.

My hands flew instinctively to him, one gripping his shoulder for balance, the other tangling in his hair as a broken moan escaped me.

"Oh... god, Nick..."

My head fell back as his tongue found my clit, licking, circling, and flicking with a pace that stole my sanity. There was nothing gentle about the way he devoured me, just raw hunger and deliberate precision. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks shooting up my spine, every deep kiss on my heat made my thighs tremble.

He wasn’t stopping.

He wasn’t slowing.

He was relentless, dragging every ounce of pleasure from me until my knees wobbled so hard I nearly collapsed.

"Nick... stop... wait... my knees..." I gasped, tugging his hair to pull him away before I collapse.

He finally looked up at me, mouth glistening, a wicked smirk curving his lips like he was proud of the mess he made of me. He casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving mine.

"Then come here," he said in a low, commanding whisper.

In one smooth motion, he shoved down his shorts and briefs, freeing the angry beast hiding beneath, hard, flushed, and pointing at me like a weapon aimed with fury, ready to shoot blazing bullets.

"Sit on me, my love," he murmured, arching a teasing brow, wearing that sinful, naughty smile that always destroys me. "Before I forget to play nice."

I didn’t even think, I just obeyed him, climbing onto his lap, my knees bracketing his thighs, my palms settling on his shoulders for balance as desire burned in me wild.

Nick guided his hard, aching length to my entrance, and the moment I started to sink down onto him, slow, careful, trembling, his head slipped inside me. We both gasped, and I cupped his face with both hands, moaning into his mouth.

"Ahh... baby... you’re so hard..." I whispered, my voice already unsteady.

His hands slid up my waist, under my ribs, across my back, possessive, reverent, before pulling me flush against him, chest to chest, racing heart to racing heart.

"And you," he murmured against my lips, "are so soft... so warm... so fucking tight and dripping."

He kissed me again, deeper this time, swallowing my gasp. "You’re drenched for me, Georgia. I’m so addicted to you. Completely."

I started to move, rolling my hips, lifting and sinking, feeling him stretch me open, and we both gasped and moaned at the same time.

"Oh my God... Nick..." My voice quivered. "It’s so—so good..."

His fingers clamped around my waist as he thrust upward, meeting my descent with a force that knocked the breath out of me. He pulled me down harder, burying himself inside me until I felt him in places that made my spine curve and my head fall back.

"So... fucking... deep..." I choked out, my moan tearing free. "Ahh!"

Nick yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside as if it offended him. Then, without warning, he slid his arms under my legs, lifting me with effortless strength. I clung to his neck, legs hanging over his arms, completely helpless in the best way.

And then—

He stood up.

With me impaled on him.

He began bouncing me on his cock, thrusting upward at the same time, each movement a jolt of pleasure that stole the air from my lungs.

"Ahh—!" The sound ripped out of me before I could stop it. I slapped a hand over my mouth, remembering the chaos outside—the movers, Wendy, all of them. "N-Nick—n-not so deep—they might hear us—"

His grin turned feral.

"It’s soundproof," he growled as he slammed his hips up again, stealing another cry from me. "Scream as loud as you want, my love."

His pace changed—faster, sharper, punishingly deep, and my back arched as another moan tore out of me, this one louder, shameless, uncontrollable.

Because he wasn’t stopping.

And gods... I didn’t want him to. I want to destroy me, punish me, devour me until I have no strength left.

Nick didn’t release me.

Even as he carried me back to the sofa bed, his arms stayed locked around my body, his breath warm against my throat, his heartbeat knocking hard against mine. He lowered me onto the cushions — but he didn’t give me space, didn’t give me air, didn’t give me a chance to steady myself.

And I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to just continue taking my breath away.

The moment my back touched the sofa, he followed, covering me completely, his weight and heat and presence pressing me into the velvet fabric. His face buried in the curve of my neck, his breath coming fast, uneven, almost desperate, like he needed me as much as I needed him.

"Georgia..." he breathed against my skin, voice rough, almost trembling. The sound alone sent a shiver racing through me.

I wrapped my arms around him on instinct, partly because I wanted him close, partly because my body felt too weak, too overwhelmed to hold itself up without him. My fingers tangled in his hair, my other arm banded tightly around his back, holding on as if he were the only thing keeping me conscious.

Maybe he was.

Everything inside me felt molten and trembling, my pulse a wild, frantic drum. I could feel how badly he wanted me... How deeply he was losing himself in the moment, and I let him. I let him take me, let him move, let him pour every ounce of emotion and desire into me with breath, touch, closeness, pleasure.

"Nick... Ahh..." I whispered, my voice barely holding together.

He held me tighter in return, his mouth moving against my neck as if he was kissing a prayer into my skin. His hands gripped my waist, my hips, my back, strong, sure, claiming, but the way he trembled told me this wasn’t just desire.

It was emotion.

Intensity.

Something raw and overwhelming for both of us.

It was his love pouring into me, completely, utterly.

I clung to him harder, burying my face against his shoulder as the world around us blurred. My mind floated somewhere between pleasure, dizziness, and surrender, but not once did I think of stopping.

Not once did I want him to slow down.

I let him lose himself in me.

Because I was losing myself in him, too.

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