Wicked Love, стр. 201

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. That lopsided smile made my knees weak. “Because, no matter how bad it is, it could be worse.”

I shook my head, trying to pull away. He took my hand, put it on his chest. Then he put his hand over mine. The steady thrum of our hearts beat. Mine more rapid than his. He took deep, slow breaths, and somehow, my heart matched his, along with my breathing. Cooper soothed me without even trying.

At that moment, I needed to feel alive. I needed to feel more than alive. I needed to feel the rush of energy coursing through my veins. To be connected, truly connected to someone in the most primal way possible. Now that I knew the truth about how I’d come to be, it revealed something else.

I’d never been with Erik. Not really. He orchestrated everything. From my construction, to my life, to our lovemaking. He built me—and never gave me a will of my own.

Now, though, I knew. Now, I had a choice.

My chest ached even as I thought about it, but I didn’t care. It could hurt me, and it could hurt Erik. For the first time in my very short life, I would do something that I wanted to do.

Standing on my toes, I kissed Cooper. His lips felt warm and soft. They were slightly chapped and still tasted lightly of the coffee from earlier. I gripped his tank top, holding onto him, clinging to him as if I might be lost if I let him go. As if I might not be real.

“Lenore.” He pulled back, our lips just slightly apart. “This is... we can’t do this.”

“Please.” I pressed my forehead against his. “Please, Cooper. Nothing in my existence is real. Not Erik’s love for me, not even me. I’m a made-up monster.”

“You’re not.”

Tears slipped through my closed lids. They strolled down my cheek.

Could dead things cry? 

I kissed him again, not wanting to think about what I was or wasn’t. Just needed to feel. I leaned against him. His erection pressed against my belly. He wanted me just as much as I needed him.

Without hesitation, I kissed him again. “Please.” And again. “Please, Cooper.”

“You’re married.”

“No, I’m a prisoner.” I pressed my forehead against his, my hands kneaded into the powerful muscles of his back. “Let me have this choice. Please.”

“Lenore.” Relinquishing any resistance, he grabbed me under the ass, and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He pushed me up against the wall, pressing our bodies together. It stole my breath, more than his kisses. His hands worked on my buttons, as I frantically tried to pull my shirt over my head. It became a tangle of limbs and clothes, and fingers, and fervent kisses on skin.

Then we were on the bed. In one powerful thrust, Cooper was inside of me. I cried out into his kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as he filled me. He paused for a moment as I adjusted, but I didn’t want him to hesitate or wait. I needed more. Without restraint. Without worry that he might hurt me. And I could feel him holding back. As if he weren’t sure.

I hooked my feet around his hips and dug my heels into his muscular ass, driving him even deeper.

“Make me feel alive,” I whispered against his lips.

He all but growled against me as he pushed up on his knees and slammed back into me with enough force to move the bed. The feet screeched against the wood floor. Cooper thrust again, pounding against me. Our bodies joined at the most intimate place possible. I was so wet for him. The smell of our combined bodies flourished through the room. Sweat glistened on our skin as the sound of our bodies coming together echoed throughout the room.

Feeling a surge of confidence, I forced us to roll with him still inside me. Now I was on top. Now I was in control. His hands slid over my thighs.

For a moment, I hesitated then. Only because Erik never let me be on top. I always wanted to try, but he always had to be in control. My chest had that all familiar ache again.

“Are you okay?” Cooper asked. He slid his hands to my hips and held my gaze.

I smiled and moved. I rode him and he groaned. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back. His fingers dug into my flesh, helping me move up and down. The look of pure ecstasy on his face drove me closer to peak. The flourish of pleasure rippled under my skin, intensifying with every moment.

Cooper sat up and captured my lips. I gripped his shoulder as his hand slid up my skin. He gripped the back of my neck, slamming up into me. His thrusts became desperate without rhythm, and I drank it up, losing myself along with him. The pleasure rushed to my core, and I screamed, coming undone with an intensity I had never felt.

His cock swelled inside of me, and he thrust deeply into me. Holding himself there as his warm seed bathed my insides. It enhanced the pleasure, and I let it wash over me. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the bed. Both sweaty and breathless, sated from an intensely wild orgasm.

He kissed me. I smiled against his lips.

In the living room, I heard the phone vibrate. But for that moment, I was free.