I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Georgia’s POV

It wasn’t a demand this time. It was a question. My hear pounded violently. This is it. All my earlier anger, my stupid jealousy this morning… it had all led to this moment. This reckless, terrifying choice.

I gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. “Y-Yes…”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply as he began to push inside. My eyes flew wide open. A sharp, burning pain ripped through me, stealing my breath, making march off the bed.

My mouth opened in a silent scream, but no sound came out. It felt like I was being torn in two.

He stopped instantly, pulling back slightly, his forehead pressed against mine, his breathing harsh. “Okay?” he murmured against my lips.

Tears blurred my vision. I let out a soft, pained moan. “It hurts…” I whispered, hating how weak I sounded.

He didn’t pull out. He just held himself perfectly still for a long moment, letting my body adjust..

Then, he began to move again, incredibly slowly, pushing forward just a fraction of an inch at a time. The pain was still there, sharp and intense, but underneath in a different feeling began to bloom – a deep, stretching fullness, a friction that was strangely… pleasurable.

He groaned softly, burying his face in my neck. “God, you’re tight…” He pushed a little deeper, and I gasped again, a confusing mix of pain and a dawning, shocking pleasure.

“I’m not fully inside yet, Georgia,” he whispered, his voie thick with restraint.

My eyes widened again. What? He wasn’t even all the way in? How was that even possible?

He didn’t give me any more warning. With a low groan, he shoved forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt in one deep, powerful thrust. A sharp cry tore from my throat, tears stinging my eyes again at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. It was intense, almost too much.

“Ugh, Georgia,” he groaned, his voice rough against myar, his body completely still for a second, embedded deep inside me. “You feel… fuck… you’re making me crazy.”

Then he started to move. Slowly at first, then faster, deeper, setting a relentless rhythm.

The initial sharp pain began to fade, slowly replaced by friction, a heat that coiled low in my belly.

Tears still tracked down my cheeks, but now they were mixed with something else – a dawning, shocking pleasure,

Our bodies slapped together, the sounds loud in the quiet room, All I could do was cling to his shoulders, my head thrown back, lost moans escaping my lips with every powerful thrust.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping and bereft.

Before I could protest, he was turning me over, pushing me onto my hands and knees on the bed. He knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly.

“Look,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

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Chapter 65

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I lifted my head, my gaze finding the large, slightly tarnished mirror on the old dresser across the room. My eyes widened. I could see us. Me, flushed and panting, my back arched. Him, powerful and possessive behind me, his eyes dark with lust as he looked at our reflection.

I saw the thick, hard length of him pressing against me, hen slowly, deliberately, sliding back inside.

I bit my lip hard, watching in the mirror as he filled me completely again. Wow. He really is… inside. Seeing it, feeling it… it was incredibly intense, shockingly erotic

He started moving again, his thrusts deep and punishing, hitting a spot inside me that made me cry out. His hands held my hips, controlling the angle, controlling me.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he murmured, his voice rough against my ear, even though his words were mocking. “This is the payment?”

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan, lost in the feeling lost in the sight of us together in the mirror – the monster and his captive, locked in a dance of hate and undeniable, consuming lust.

I lost count of how many times he made me cum. My body felt like a live wire, completely spent but somehow still responding to his touch.

He moved me again, rolling me onto my back before pling me up so I was straddling his lap, facing him. My breasts bounced with the movement, and his eyes darkened as he watched.

He gripped my hips firmly, guiding me, setting a slow, deep rhythm as I moved up and down on him. Every muscle in my body screamed with exhaustion, but he held me steady, pushing up into me with relentless

power.

“Aren’t you… done yet?” I whispered, my voice hoarse, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. “I’m exhausted…” But even as I said it, my hips kept moving guided by his hands, chasing the feeling he was creating inside me.

He chuckled, a low, rough sound against my skin. “Done” he whispered back, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts, squeezing them hard. “No. I want you all day… and all night.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense, possessive gaze. “The day isn’t over yet, Georgia. And then,” he promised, his voice dropping to a husky growl, “we have the night

His words, his touch, the sheer, unrelenting force of histamina… it was too much.

I felt like I was drowning, completely overwhelmed, My vision started to blur at the edges. He’s a fucking monster, the thought echoed in my exhausted mind. A insatiable, beautiful, terrifying monster.

And I was completely, utterly his.

For the next few minutes, his control shattered completly. His thrust’s became frantic, punishingly fast, driving into me with an almost desperate power that bordered on violent.

He was like a machine, a force of nature, pounding into me relentlessly, My body bounced helplessly on the mattress with each impact.

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