Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 39: Let’s Practice (4)

Chapter 39: Let’s Practice (4)

Georgia’s POV

I watched him smirk roguishly and said, "A kiss for the kiss marks."

His eyes stayed locked on mine, gauging my reaction, waiting to see if I’d flinch or rise to the challenge.

I held his stare and lifted my chin slightly. Not today, Captain. I won’t be the first to break.

"Just one kiss, right?" I asked coolly, pretending I wasn’t already burning inside.

He grinned. "One is enough."

"Alright," I murmured. "I suppose that’s fair."

His hands came up slowly, like a predator savoring the moment before a kill. His thumbs brushed my cheeks, then one grazed my lips—and I forgot how to breathe.

He leaned in and kissed me.

Of course, he lied...

It was not one kiss, but I do not mind at all. In fact, I was hoping for it.

His lips teased mine, pulling, tasting—then his teeth caught my lower lip and bit gently, sending a spark straight to my core.

I gasped.

That was his opening.

He took that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, hot and demanding, searching until it found mine. And then he sucked on it, hard.

I moaned in surprise and gripped his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as heat surged through me.

But that only fueled his desires; instead of pulling back, he deepened the kiss.

His hands gripped the back of my head and my lower back, keeping me close as his mouth devoured me.

This wasn’t a reward—it was a claim.

And I was letting him take it.

He kisses were hungry, unlike the first one he gave me earlier. This time it was more sensual and aggressive, sucking the breath out of me.

He pulled away—just enough to leave a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along my jaw. Down to my neck. Up to the curve of my ear.

Then came the whisper, deep and low. "You said Raymond hasn’t touched these two, right?"

Both his hands were on either side of my ribs, his thumbs resting just beneath the swell of my breasts. It felt like he was stalking the moment, waiting for the perfect second to strike.

I could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and the warm slide of his lips on my earlobe, then back down my neck, only made it worse.

"No," I said, breathless. "He hasn’t."

Nick’s voice was hoarse and deep, like he was having difficulty breathing, too. "Can I touch them?"

My lips twitched, trying to hide the grin forming. Why was he asking when I was practically begging in silence?

God, just do it already.

Like, damn, why do you have to ask? Can you just do it? It was kind of embarrassing, really, but I definitely wanted him to do it.

"Y-Yes..." I whispered, though the word caught in my dry throat. My heart was pounding wildly, as if I’d been running for my life—and maybe I was... straight into his hands.

That was all he needed.

His thumbs slid upward, brushing over my nipples. My breath hitched. A shiver bolted through me. Every nerve in my body lit up as heat pooled between my thighs.

Then came his fingers—rolling, teasing, pinching. Each touch was torture, delicious and maddening. He played with them like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he owned my body already.

It was really making me wet.

Then one hand cupped me fully. He squeezed, kneaded—firm and slow.

My mouth fell open. I gasped, too stunned to moan. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch.

"N-Nick..." His name escaped my lips, uninvited, raw and needful.

"Yes?" he replied—his voice dripping with lust and dark promise that my mind went blank.

I didn’t know what to say—even though a thousand filthy thoughts were racing through my mind.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his lips slightly parted, breath warm against my face.

"You wanted to say something?" he asked, casually—as if his hand wasn’t still cupping my breast, his thumb lazily circling my nipple like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I... feel weird," I managed. It was all I could come up with because the things I actually wanted to say were too lewd, too damn shameless.

His brow lifted slightly, but he didn’t stop. "Weird, like... uncomfortable?" he asked, still playing with me like my breasts are fucking stress balls, he wasn’t ready to let go.

Gods, Nick! Of all the questions...

"No," I snapped—too quick.

"Does it hurt?" he followed up, voice lower now, more focused.

Again, I shook my head. "No."

"Does it feel good?"

That made me freeze.

My cheeks burned instantly. My throat tightened. He knew exactly what he was doing—how to push, how to make me squirm.

I couldn’t look at him. "Yes..." I whispered, almost embarrassed by how easy the word came out.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the slight curl of his lips. That damn smirk.

"Shall I continue?" he asked, voice low and unwavering.

"Yes," I breathed, no hesitation.

And just like that, he moved. He didn’t just pull my head in for another kiss—this time, he tugged my entire body forward until I was straddling his lap. I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to.

His arms locked around me, strong and possessive, pressing our bare skin together. I felt the heat of him, the thrum of anticipation between my legs, and then his lips were back on me.

Down my neck. Over my collarbone. Lower.

He cupped my breasts with both hands, lifting them to his mouth as if worshipping. And when his tongue flicked over my nipple, slow and deliberate, I nearly forgot how to breathe.

He licked, teased, sucked—switching from one to the other while his grip held me steady. Each swirl of his tongue sent shockwaves through my body, and I swear... my soul just left me. Floated somewhere above, I don’t know what’s happening anymore.

I clung to him—shaking, aching, desperate for more. My fingers tangled in his hair, finally doing what I had wanted to do since the moment he touched me.

My core throbbed, drenched in want. I shifted my hips, grinding ever so slightly, then leaned back to offer him full access to my breasts.

That’s when I felt it.

Something thick and rock-hard pressed against me beneath the thin fabric between us. I gasped softly—it was like sitting on solid stone, and it sent a jolt straight through me.

His lips returned to my neck. I shivered, arching into his mouth each time he squeezed my breasts with just enough force to make me whimper.

Then his breath skimmed over my ear as he whispered, "That’s dangerous territory. Are you even prepared for it?"

Shit. What do I say?

Yes. God, yes.

I didn’t speak. I grabbed the back of his head and crashed my mouth into his. I kissed him—hard, raw, full of everything I couldn’t say aloud. He tensed beneath me, surprised, but only for a moment.

My heart thundered. This was new. All of it. I’d never done anything like this before. My nerves screamed, but so did my desire. I was shy, unsure, but... willing.

Was it wrong for a woman to say what she wanted? To ask for it?

But then again... we already planned to tell everyone something happened between us on this island.

So why not make it real?