Georgia's POV
What the hell was I doing?
I should be telling him to stop. I should be reminding him that we need to get off this island. That time is running out. People are waiting for us... His people.
But instead... I was on my knees. Kneeling on the towel I had just pulled from his waist, his heat still lingering in the fabric, and taking him into my mouth with a hunger I didn't even recognize in myself.
I tried to push him away at first. I really did.
But then he moaned.
And I caved.
Just this once… I'll let him have me. Any way he wants. Every way he needs.
Because the moment we return to the city, everything might change.
He might change.
Maybe this man, the one who touches me like I'm sacred and fucks me like he's starving, is only born from the isolation of this island. Maybe when we're back in the real world, he'll vanish. And I'll be left wondering if this was all just a beautiful, aching illusion.
So right now… I want him. All of him.
