Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!
Chapter 46: Teasing Bastard

Chapter 46: Teasing Bastard

Georgia’s POV

"Are you sore?"

That question echoed in my head even as he moved on to say other things. But I couldn’t focus—because I already knew what he was hinting at.

Don’t tell me... he wants to do it again?

I turned to face him, and he was already watching me. My eyes involuntarily dropped to his lower abdomen—and there it was. His cock stood tall and proud, rising defiantly from the water like it hadn’t just ruined me earlier.

I froze, completely forgetting his question and also forgetting that I am completely naked.

He’d already seen me, touched me, been inside me, but suddenly I felt exposed again.

"You didn’t answer my question," he said, snapping me from my daze.

I blinked. "Why are you asking that?" I said, though the answer was obvious.

He wanted to have me again... and the crazy part is, I do too.

But damn, I am still sore, and seeing his big cock standing up again kind of scared me. Even though the pain subsided after a while. The initial pain was still fresh on my mind. His size just made it impossible not to hurt me.

Nick let out a rough sigh. "Will you think I’m some maniac, some pervert, if I tell you I want you again? Right now?"

My mouth fell open. It was a bold declaration, and I am fucking getting turned on just by hearing it.

"I... I-I won’t..." I stuttered. I don’t want to be shameless, but I don’t want to lie either.

"Good, because right now I am craving you. You are fucking addicting, Georgia," he growled, gaze dark and intense. "I can’t get enough of you. I want you now."

"Now?" I asked, instantly regretting how stupid it sounded.

What kind of question is that?! I facepalmed myself inwardly. This situation is very awkward. He just kept staring, desire burning in his eyes, and I had no idea what to say, how to move, or if I should even stop him. I don’t know how to react.

He kept his face serious and said, "Yes. Now."

My heart thudded. "W-What should I do?" I asked, confused and breathless.

What the hell is going on?!

Nick didn’t answer. He grabbed my hand and stood—then pulled me up beside him. His eyes scanned the area before he started walking, tugging me along.

He stopped in front of the large rocks lining the stream. Then suddenly—his hands were on my waist. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and sat me on top of a massive boulder.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, gaze locked with mine.

I nodded, still dazed. Everything was moving too fast. My mind spun. What is happening?!

"Good," he said. "Tell me the moment it gets too much."

I finally found my voice. "Nick... what’s going on? Why here?"

Are we not going back to the cave? Did he really mean it—he wants to do it again?

His eyes darkened with something primal. "Because I can’t fucking wait anymore. I want you now—and I’m going to fuck you hard. That gentleness earlier? That’s not how I normally do things. I was being careful because it was your first time. But this time... I’m not holding back."

His voice—firm, possessive, dangerous—ignited something wild in me.

He then added. "And I will fuck you until you can no longer walk..."

And before I could even breathe out a response, his mouth crashed against mine. No warning. No hesitation. Just raw, hungry need.

He kissed me like he’d been starved—and I let him.

Doesn’t matter if there’s still a bit of soreness in me; all I care about is being claimed by him.

Soreness be damned. All I wanted... was him.

His hands didn’t linger on my face—they moved fast, hungry, mapping every curve, every inch of me like they owned it. I was drowning—not just in his kiss but in the fire he lit inside me.

He gripped my breasts like he was furious, kneading them rough and hard. Pain shot through me, but it was the kind that twisted into pleasure.

That lingering soreness? Gone.

Replaced by an aching heat that throbbed between my legs—desperate, needy. I was soaked. I wanted him more than air.

Nick wasn’t the same man who took his time earlier. This was a man unchained. His kisses were wild, devouring, almost violent—each one searing my skin and marking me deeper. I knew I’d wake up covered in bruises and bites... and I didn’t care.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look me over. The boulder beneath me was cold and solid, like I was laid out on a table for him—completely exposed.

Then he leaned in and spread my legs wide.

I thought he’d kiss me there. I braced for it. But instead—he pushed a finger inside me, slow and deep. My back arched.

"Ahh... Nick..." I gasped, locking eyes with him.

His gaze didn’t waver. "You’re soaked again. Looks like I’m not the only one desperate," he said with a smug grin.

Then he raised his thumb. "Suck it," he ordered. "Make it wet."

God... the way he said it made my thighs tremble.

I parted my lips and obeyed, licking and sucking his thumb like it was something sacred. He pulled it out, slick with my saliva, and rubbed it over my clit in slow, delicious circles.

"Ahhh..." My breath hitched. Eyes fluttering.

"Look at me," he growled.

I forced my eyes open—and what I saw made me shiver.

His stare was dark, ravenous.

A predator ready to feast.

And I... I was his willing prey.

He bent lower, fingers still buried deep inside me, curling and dragging along every sensitive ridge inside. My hips jerked as his fingers scratched deliciously against my inner walls—then his tongue landed on my clit.

Fuck!!!

My back arched as a cry ripped from my throat. His mouth moved with wicked precision—licking, sucking, driving me insane. I was spiraling fast, pleasure coiling tight inside me like a fuse ready to blow.

But then... he slowed down.

Teasing bastard. So cruel.

He’d bring me to the edge, then pull back, dragging it out like he was playing a cruel, addictive game. I was dripping for him, trembling with need, aching for something more than his fingers and tongue.

I needed him. All of him. Now.

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