I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

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Georgia’s POV

I let him. I just let him. I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the soft pillows, my body sinking into the mattress.

His lips were warm, his kisses gentle and passionate. They started at my ankle, trailing fire up my shin, over my knee, and onto the sensitive skin of my inner thigh

He took his time, worshiping my skin, and every touchent a dizzying pulse straight to my core. Oh, damn. My head was spinning.

When his kisses reached the apex of my thighs, I instinctively tensed, but then his mouth was there, his warm breath a ghost against my most sensitive skin before his tongue finally touched me.

It wasn’t like the rushed, frantic encounter in the motel. He knew exactly what he was doing. My back arched off the bed, a low, helpless moan escaping my lips.

This is insane. My mind was foggy, lost in the pleasure. This feeling… it was intoxicating. It was addicting.

I had never, ever imagined something like this… And the most terrifying part? I wanted him to keep doing it. Again and again. A small, selfish part of my brain, a part I never knew existed, was already craving this, addicted to the feeling.

A feeling of sinful pleasure that I had never, ever come lose to finding with Lucas.

“Estevan…” I whispered his name, the sound a ragged pea, my hips moving restlessly against the mattress, chasing the feelings he was creating.

He lifted his head, his eyes black with a raw, hypnotic desire. His lips were wet, his jaw set. He whispered back, his voice a rough, erotic growl that vibrated through my very core. “That’s it,” he murmured, his gaze locked on mine. “Say my name. Only my name, Georgi.” He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitized skin as he moved slowly up my body. “Because from now on, you will belong to me. This body,” he whispered, licking his lips, “is mine to taste. Only mine.”

As he moved up, he caught the edge of the bathrobe, pulling it open. My first instinct was to cover myself, to hide, but I was frozen, pinned by the very force of his gaze.

He pushed the terry cloth aside, exposing me completely to the cool air and his burning eyes,

My body didn’t feel shy; in a strange, terrifying way, it lt… seen. Claimed. As if it instinctively recognized its new owner.

I bit my lower lip, my breath catching in my throat. The look in his eyes wasn’t just desire; it was a wildfire. A possessive, all-consuming hunger that made me feel like I was the only thing in the world he could see, the only thing he wanted.

I took a deep, shaky breath, and in a flash, he was over me. He took both of my wrists in one hand, stretching my arms up, pinning them gently but firmly gainst the pillows above my head.

With his other hand, he cupped my jaw, tilting my face o his. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue plunged inside, deep, insistent, exploring every inch of me with a rhythm that mimicked what he’d been doing below.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I could feel was hih. A helpless moan built in my chest, and I kissed

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him back, my own body moving against his, a hopeless answering fire.

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He broke the kiss only to move lower, his mouth a hot, et brand against my skin. He kissed my jaw, my throat, sucking a sharp, stinging mark just below my car that made me gasp.

He moved down over my collarbone, his tongue tracing the dip, then lower, to my chest. He licked the valley between my breasts, and I arched off the bed, my body aching.

His mouth finally closed over one nipple, hot and wet. e teased it, licked it, and I whimpered.

Then, his tongue began to circle the peak, teasing, before he finally sucked the hardened tip deep into his mouth, pulling strongly.

A broken sound tore from my throat. It was too much. was so good. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body on fire, my hips lifting instinctively off the bed.

“Oh, yeah…” I breathed out, the words a soft, helpless pla.

I didn’t want to make a sound, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break. But I just couldn’t help it.

He smirked, a low, satisfied sound against my skin, clearly hearing and seeing my reaction. “Looks like you’re enjoying this too much,” he murmured.

With that, his hands moved down, gripping my thighs and spreading my legs wide, opening me up to his gaze, to his touch.

I gulped, my heart pummeling, as his fingers gently found me. He didn’t push inside, not yet. He just rubbed me slowly, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with a practiced, knowing pressure.

“Do you like this?” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching my face contort with pleasure. “When I touch you here?”

I bit my lower lip, a helpless whimper escaping me. I couldn’t understand this feeling. It was tingling, addictive, and so, so good. “Y-Yes…” I breathed, the admission torn from my throat.

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