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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 pureintimacy. 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."

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Cooper

My little killer was insatiable. She really was going to be the death of me, despite everything she endured. Last night felt like a whirlwind, her energy relentless, leaving me both exhausted and exhilarated. She lay curled up beside me, her breathing soft and steady, her head nestled against my chest.

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I stretched out my sore muscles, feeling a strange mixture of weariness and contentment. Waking up with her had been the most blissful experience of my life, something I never wanted to let go.

Everly lay next to me, her naked body half-hidden by the sheets. Bruises blossomed across her pale skin, each one a dark reminder of the attack. Cuts crisscrossed her arms and legs, and her face was still swollen in places. Anger surged through me, my fists clenching involuntarily.

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