He drives in—harder now—deep, fast, relentless.
The slap of skin-on-skin echoes in the room, punctuated by my moans, my cries, the rough curses falling from his lips.
“That’s my girl,” he snarls as I start to break. “Take what you fucking need.”
It hits me like a detonation.
My back bows off the bed, my body convulsing around him, eyes wide open as I scream his name and come harder than I ever have in my life.
Cooper doesn’t slow.
He fucks me through it.
“I’m not done,” he groans. “Not until I’m buried so deep you forget you were ever anyone else’s.”
Another thrust. Another.
He slams in once more and growls against my throat as he comes—hard—his cock pulsing inside me, his voice breaking on my name like a goddamn prayer.
He collapses on top of me, panting, sweaty, shaking.
I feel wrecked. Stretched. Claimed.
Exactly how I wanted to feel.
Exactly how he promised I would.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, limbs a mess, skin slick with sweat, still gasping.
My body feels wrecked in the best way—every nerve raw, overstimulated, alive.
His arm is heavy across my waist. His breath brushes the crown of my head.
My academic brain tries to reassert itself, clinging to routine—to logic—but it short-circuits the moment I try to analyze what happened. There’s no category for this. No metric.
This wasn’t sex.
It was a seismic event.
“Well,” I say, breathless, my voice barely more than a whisper. “That’s one way to shut me up.”
Cooper’s chest rumbles with a quiet, satisfied laugh. “Most effective method I’ve foundso far.”
I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow. He looks different like this—less contained. Hair mussed. Eyes softened. Smug, yes, but also something else.
Relaxed.
Real.
“Cooper,” I start.
But he lifts a hand and places two fingers against my lips.
“Don’t overthink it,” he says.
I nod, but my brain’s already spinning. Part of me needs to ask what this means. If it’s just sex, or if it could be anything else.
But another part of me—the part still humming with orgasmic aftershocks—is content to stay here in his arms. Let the questions wait.
