Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 40: Let’s Make It Real (1)

Chapter 40: Let’s Make It Real (1)

Georgia’s POV

"What dangerous territory are you talking about?" I asked between breathless kisses.

Nick let out a low chuckle, still kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. "You know damn well what I mean. You’re not as innocent as you look."

His hand cupped my breast again, while the other slipped beneath the blanket and clamped around my thigh, pulling me closer.

"You have to be more specific, Captain," I whispered, then sank my teeth into his lower lip—just enough to tease—before letting it go with a slow drag.

"You’re fucking tempting me," he growled.

I smirked. He saw it.

"Are you tempted?"

"Hell, yes! Do you really need to ask when you’re grinding against my cock like that?"

I blinked at him innocently. "You are?"

He clicked his tongue, frustrated. "This practice is getting out of hand. We might not be able to walk it back..."

"You think so?" I murmured, rolling my hips again—this time slower, firmer, dragging across his rock-hard length while still locked in his kiss.

He groaned, fingers tightening around my waist to still me. "Fuck, Georgia. This is too much. I can’t hold back. This... this feels too damn real."

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips to his ear. My voice dropped into a whisper.

"Then let’s make it real... or are you afraid?"

The words came out before I could stop them. Bold. Reckless. Definitely not the me I thought I was.

I clearly cannot recognize myself anymore.

That was it. Something snapped in him.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me like I weighed nothing. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, wrapping my arms tight around his neck, afraid I might fall—but I trusted him.

He didn’t falter. In just a few strides, he laid me down on the makeshift bed at the far end of the cave. His hands caught both of mine, pinning my wrists above my head.

His eyes were wild. Dark. Consumed with hunger. There was something wicked in them—and I wanted every inch of it.

"Goddamn it, Georgia," he growled, his face hovering inches above mine. "The only thing I’m afraid of is going all out. Because once I do... I won’t stop."

His voice was raw, angry even, but every word landed like fire on my skin.

"No one’s stopping you, Captain..." I said, breathless.

I couldn’t believe I said it—but I meant it.

Come at me, Captain. I’m done pretending I don’t want this. My mind screamed.

His gaze sharpened. Then his lips crushed mine, and the world tilted.

There was no pause. No restraint. His kiss was savage, endless, like he was trying to drown in me, drink me dry and still crave more.

I felt the blanket being tugged down from my waist, exposing skin to the cool cave air—then his voice, rough and low, murmured into my ear.

"Am I allowed to touch what the waxing lady already saw down there?"

My heart nearly exploded. "Y-Yes..." I breathed, my voice cracking with anticipation.

He grinned, slow and sinful. "Good. Then I’m going to touch it with my tongue."

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I swear I almost combusted.

I wanted that—God, I want him!

I gasped, every inch of my body tensing as he traced hot kisses down my skin. His mouth lingered, tasting me—my neck, my breasts, my stomach. Every kiss lit a fire deeper inside me.

Then he stopped.

He sat up, eyes locked on mine, as his hands slid down to my thighs. Slowly. Purposefully. He grabbed them and spread me open.

My breath hitched. His fingers brushed against my folds, featherlight, and the sensation was so overwhelming, I instinctively tried to close my legs.

But he stopped me with a firm grip and a voice that made my whole body tighten.

"Don’t," he said, gaze burning into me. "I want to see all of you. I want to worship your body... before I ruin it."

Ruin me?

Jesus. My heart skipped. My mind screamed: Don’t just say it—do it!

But of course, this maddening Captain was taking his sweet, torturous time. I was already soaking wet and he hadn’t even touched me properly.

He parted my legs wider, tilting his head slightly. "I love it hairless," he murmured, eyes locked between my thighs. "So smooth..."

And then—he just stared.

God, the way he looked at me, it was like he wanted to devour me whole. His eyes darkened, gleaming with pure, raw lust. And I was dripping for him. Unraveled. Exposed. Ready to be ruined.

He lifted one of my legs and pressed his lips to my inner thigh, inching lower, moving closer to where I needed him the most. My breath caught—only for him to switch sides, kissing the other thigh instead.

What the hell?

"Nick!" I gasped. "Please... stop teasing me..."

He laughed softly, wickedly. "Running out of patience, my lady?"

I glared at him through the haze of lust. "You’re giving me a fucking headache."

He raised an eyebrow. "In your head... or your pussy?"

The nerve. This smug asshole was enjoying every second of torturing me—just like I teased him earlier. And now he was in control, loving it.

"Both!" I snapped.

He smirked. "Then let’s relieve that ache."

And just like that, he dove in.

"Ahh... fuck..." I cried out as his tongue landed on my clit. The sensation was electric, like lightning crackling through every nerve ending.

I never knew it could feel like this.

My back arched, my body trembled. It was as if he was sucking the soul right out of me with every lick, every flick of his tongue.

Everything blurred—except him. Nothing existed in that moment but Nick, and the way he devoured me like a man starved.

My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring myself as my moans grew louder. "Ah! Nick... ahh!"

Then he cupped my breasts, squeezing them while still licking me like his life depended on it.

It was heaven. But I needed more.

So much more.