29. Everly

29

Everly

T he soft light from Cooper's bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room. The shadows danced, creating an intimate cocoon that felt miles away from the outside world. I stood there, heart pounding, as Cooper approached me with a gentle but determined look in his eyes. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was husky, filled with both desire and concern. "You just got discharged. Maybe you should rest."

"I don't want to rest," I insisted.

He still didn't think he deserved this after what happened. Still punishing himself for something I had already forgiven.

My breath hitched as his hands found the hem of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it over my head, his fingertips grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. The shirt landed softly on the floor.

His eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch as if committing it to memory. He cupped my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. "You're beautiful," he murmured.

My pulse quickened as he moved closer, pressing his lips against my collarbone. The sensation of his mouth on my skin was electrifying. His hands slid down to my waist, fingers working on the button of my jeans with practiced ease. One by one, they loosened until the denim slipped down my legs.

I stood there in nothing but my underwear, feeling exposed yet cherished under his intense gaze. Cooper's hands roamed over me with reverence, mapping out every dip and curve as if he was worshiping a sacred relic.

His lips followed the path his hands had taken earlier—kissing along my shoulder, trailing down to the hollow between my breasts. Each touch was gentle but insistent, like he wanted to savor every moment.

When he finally pulled back to look at me again, there was a raw vulnerability in his eyes that matched what I felt inside. "Everly," he whispered, and it was more than just saying my name; it was a promise, a declaration of everything that lay between us.

He unhooked my bra with a deft motion, sliding it off and letting it fall to join the rest of our discarded clothing. His hands cupped me tenderly before his mouth followed suit, lavishing attention that made me arch into him involuntarily.

Every touch was an unspoken conversation—one where words failed but emotions soared. His worshiping gaze never wavered as he knelt before me and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties.

I gasped when they slid down my legs slowly, leaving me bare and trembling before him. He looked up at me from beneath dark lashes, eyes filled with a mixture of love and raw need.

Cooper's eyes held mine, and I could see the reverence and intensity in his gaze. It made me feel cherished and powerful. My breath hitched as he gently pushed my legs apart, his strong hands warm against my skin. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in my body on high alert.

His mouth found its way to the inside of my thigh, and I shivered at the delicate kisses he placed there. The sensation was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he moved higher.

When his lips finally met the most sensitive part of me, I couldn't help but gasp. The feeling was overwhelming—every flick of his tongue, every gentle suckle brought me closer to the edge. He was skilled and attentive, focusing entirely on my pleasure.

"Cooper," I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on, and he increased the intensity, making my body arch off the bed. Each movement was precise yet passionate, as if he wanted to memorize what made me feel good.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, anchoring me in place as his tongue worked its magic. The sensations built up inside me like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over at any moment. I tried to hold back, wanting to savor every second of this connection.

But Cooper wouldn't let me. He pushed me further, deeper into bliss until I could no longer resist. My body tensed and then released all at once in a burst of ecstasy that left me breathless and trembling.

I called out his name again, louder this time as pleasure consumed me completely. He didn't stop; he continued to lavish attention on me until I had ridden out every last wave of euphoria.

Finally, when I couldn't take anymore, he pulled back slightly and looked up at me with a satisfied smile. His lips glistened with evidence of what we'd just shared, and it made my heart race all over again.

He rose up and moved beside me, pulling me into his arms as we both caught our breath. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant compared to the intimacy we'd just shared.

His eyes bore into mine, the raw intensity of his gaze making my heart pound. He leaned in and captured my lips with his. The taste of myself on his tongue sent a jolt through me, making the kiss even more intoxicating. I could feel the hunger in his kiss, a desperation that matched my own.

He broke away briefly, his breath hot against my lips. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to strip down, starting with his shirt. I watched, entranced, as he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His torso was a canvas of muscle and scars, each mark telling a story I longed to know.

My hands reached out instinctively, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. He shuddered at my touch but continued undressing with a sense of urgency. His jeans were next, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.

I helped him push them down his legs, our movements frantic yet tender. As he kicked them off, I took a moment to admire him standing there in just his boxers, every inch of him exuding strength and vulnerability.

Cooper's eyes never left mine as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down. The sight of him fully exposed took my breath away. He was beautiful—raw and real in a way that made my chest tighten with emotion.

He moved back to me, and our bodies pressed together with nothing between us now. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and desire. He kissed me again, deeper this time, as if trying to pour every unspoken word into that single act.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and dip as if memorizing me all over again. I could feel the tension in his muscles as he held himself back, waiting for some unspoken signal from me.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, nodding slightly to let him know I was ready.

And then he moved closer again, our bodies fitting together perfectly as we lost ourselves in each other once more.

As he moved inside me, it was slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and I could feel the depth of his emotions in every movement. He wanted to make the moment last.

But as much as I loved the tenderness, I needed more. My body ached for a deeper connection, a more intense release. I craved the raw passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Cooper," I whispered, my voice breathless and needy. "Harder."

His eyes widened slightly at my request, but then they darkened with understanding. He adjusted his grip on my hips, pulling me closer with a new urgency. The next thrust was harder, more forceful, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through me that made me cry out.

"Yes," I gasped, wrapping my legs around him to pull him even closer. "Just like that."

He responded to my plea with fervor, his movements becoming more intense and rhythmic. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting spots that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the raw intensity building between us.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as I urged him on. The friction between us was taut like a bowstring, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He groaned against my neck, his breath hot and ragged as he matched my desperation.

The harder he went, the closer I got to that edge of bliss. My world narrowed down to just him—his body moving against mine, his hands gripping me tight, his breath mingling with mine in a shared rhythm of desire.

"Everly," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with emotion.

Hearing him say my name like that only fueled the fire inside me. I bucked against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

I could feel the tension coiling inside me, ready to snap at any moment. And when it finally did—when that wave of ecstasy crashed over me—it was more powerful than anything I had ever experienced before.

My body shuddered in his arms as I cried out his name again and again, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Without warning, Cooper flipped me over so I was on my knees. The shift was sudden, making my heart race with anticipation. His hands gripped my hips, firm and commanding, as he positioned himself behind me.

The moment he thrust inside of me again, it was even deeper—an intensity that took my breath away. It was raw and animalistic, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. This was exactly what I wanted, what I craved.

The new angle made every movement more profound, every sensation heightened. My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me, knuckles turning white as I tried to brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure. Cooper's pace quickened, his breathing ragged in the quiet room.

His hands slid up my back, tracing the curve of my spine before tangling in my hair. He pulled gently but firmly, arching me back slightly to meet his powerful thrusts. The dual sensation of his grip and his movements sent shivers down my spine.

"You take my dick so well," he groaned, voice rough with need. "Such a good girl. My good girl."

Hearing him like that drove me wild. I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm with a desperate urgency. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw passion and desire.

My body responded instinctively to his movements, each sensation amplified by the primal connection between us.

Cooper's grip on my hair tightened slightly as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyes. My cries grew louder, mingling with his guttural groans as we moved together in perfect harmony.

I felt the tension building inside me once more, ready to snap at any moment. Cooper's pace became almost frantic, his hands guiding me with a fierce determination. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to consume me entirely.

"Goodness, Cooper, just like that."

"Come, killer," he ordered. "I want to feel that slick, tight pussy come all over my cock."

When the release finally came, it was like an explosion—pure and unfiltered bliss that radiated through every fiber of my being.

Cooper's own release followed soon after, his body shuddering against mine as he gripped my hips even tighter.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps, our bodies still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just us and the raw intensity we had created together.

The room seemed to settle around us as we lay there entwined, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion.

And in that moment—wrapped up in Cooper's arms—I felt more connected to him than ever before.

I traced lazy patterns on Cooper's chest, my fingers following the ridges of his muscles as I tried to slow my breathing. The room was filled with the soft glow of moonlight, casting a serene ambiance over us.

"That," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want that."

Cooper's eyes darkened with concern. "I didn't… I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I reassured him, my gaze steady. "You won't break me. I promise."

His hesitation melted away, replaced by a fierce determination. He pulled me to him for another passionate kiss, his lips urgent against mine. The intensity of it made my head spin, my body reacting instinctively to his touch.

"Again," I breathed out against his lips, the word a plea and a command all at once.

Cooper's breath hitched as he shifted beneath me, positioning me on top of him with a deliberate motion. His hands guided my hips, his touch both gentle and firm.

"You really are a killer," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the seriousness of his gaze.

As I slowly lowered myself onto him, I gasped at the intensity of the feeling. The new position allowed him to reach depths I hadn't experienced before, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. I began to move, experimenting with different rhythms and angles. Each adjustment brought a fresh wave of sensation that made my toes curl and my breath catch.

The sensation of being in control, of exploring this new angle, was exhilarating. Every move I made elicited a deep, appreciative groan from him, which only fueled my desire further.

"Just like that," Cooper murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me with subtle shifts that enhanced our connection.

I leaned forward slightly, changing the angle again, and was rewarded with a gasp from him that sent a thrill through me. The deeper connection made my head spin, and I moved faster, driven by the intense need to reach that peak once more.

The way his eyes darkened with a primal hunger that locked onto mine made me feel powerful and cherished all at once. It pushed me to ride him harder. The friction between us built up an electric tension that made every nerve ending come alive.

I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my lips as I rode him, each sound a testament to the pleasure he was giving me.

"Fuck, killer, look at you," Cooper groaned again, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, adding another layer of sensation. The touch was gentle but insistent, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every movement. "Like a goddamned angel, so fucking debauched."

I could feel the tension building inside me once more, coiling tighter with every thrust. My movements became more urgent as I chased that elusive release. Cooper's encouraging murmurs spurred me on, his own breath coming in ragged gasps beneath me.

"Fuck me, Everly," he breathed out. "I want to come so deep in your cunt, you taste me on your tongue."

His words were my undoing.

With one final thrust, the tension snapped and waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body trembled uncontrollably as I cried out, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Cooper's grip tightened on me as he followed soon after, his own release mingling with mine in a shared moment of pure intimacy. I fell on top of him, my body a pile of melted bones and aftershocks.

"Mine," he whispered. "Mine, mine, mine."

I nodded, but I couldn't move. I didn't want to.

"Promise me you won't leave," Cooper murmured.

"I won't leave," I replied, chuckling softly. "I promise you."

"What?" His eyes searched mine, curiosity flickering. "What is it?"

I pulled away slightly to look at him, shaking my head. "It's nothing."

"Tell me."

"I spoke to my mother today about… about everything."

"You told me," he murmured. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry?—"

"I know," I cut him off gently. "But I told her about you, about how I feel for you."

He breathed out slowly, his hands tightening on my thighs like he was afraid I'd pull away. "I expect she wasn't pleased?"

"I don't care about that," I said firmly. "I told her I'd marry you right now if you asked."

His jaw clenched, and in a swift motion, he rolled us over so he was back on top. My heart skipped a beat as hunger flashed in his eyes.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," he growled.

"I never do," I said, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I just wanted you to know, Coop. I have no intention of leaving you. Ever."

With a fierce determination, he slammed into me again, making my breath hitch.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice rough and insistent. "I want to hear that pretty mouth tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, Cooper," I whispered, the swear word rolling naturally out of my mouth. "Fuck me until it hurts, and then don't ever stop."