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Emily regained consciousness with Cooper’s thumb inside her mouth, grasping her bottom lip and jaw, clinging to her for dear life. As though somehow she was the only thing keeping him anchored to Earth. Her body tingled as her nerves reawoke, and she felt herself tightening, her abdomen aflame. She erupted with a violent shudder. Her hips moved of their own accord, working to keep him inside her just a few moments longer. The sensation was dizzying and the room spun around them as Cooper pulled his dick out and came on her belly.
The man was practically roaring, the unfamiliar sound grinding out from between his clenched teeth. She felt his presence disappear as he turned away from her. His spunk was hot and wet on her skin and she ran a hand through the pool, inspecting the traces of him on her fingers with reverence.
Finally.
A mild breeze floated over her, cooling her flushed skin. She was entirely speechless. Part of that was for practical reasons - her neck was unconscionably sore and the back of her throat stung. She could feel the phantom of Cooper’s grip still clutching her, wringing her like a wet rag. It didn’t make speaking ideal at that moment. Additionally, she was floating somewhere between reality and another plane of consciousness. She attributed it to her recent loss of consciousness, but also to the fact that her dreams had very abruptly entered her reality. Instead of picturing Cooper above her, pumping himself into her, she had experienced it.
In order to ensure he was indeed real, she rose from the bed and padded over to him. While he held his hands in his hair, his fists balled as though he wished to tear it out, Emily casually reached for him and placed her hand flat upon his back. The muscles turned solid beneath her palm before he spun around and seized her wrists. He pulled her to her tippy toes, forcing her to dance to remain standing. He looked crazed, his eyes wide and flitting across her face wildly.
“Coop -”
He said nothing, instead smashing his face into hers. He nearly headbutted her as his mouth found her own, his teeth and tongue and lips all exploring hers with urgency. A sharp taste of blood touched her tongue, the salty copper flavor mingling with the taste of his breath. Emily distantly wondered about pheromones - was that what was happening here? Some unconscious sensual experience, propelling them toward further destruction?
Cooper pulled her wrists even harder, this time lifting her into the air, leveling her face with his. She hung painfully by her arms as he continued eating at her. Her hands felt like they could be plucked straight from her wrists, the way he was holding her. Despite the soreness and discomfort, she felt a familiar spark in her gut that caused her heart to titter against the walls of her chest. She matched his hunger in earnest, more notes of blood, breath, and fire punching against her senses. Her teeth caught his upper lip and she gently pulled back, tugging his flesh with her. He groaned, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep and dark.
Returning her to the ground, he spun her around. Her back was pressed against his torso. She felt his heat and the rhythm of his breathing. His hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing her hips tightly. It was a sudden pain, her hours-old bruises alighting with his touch. She yelped aloud and heard him huff out a sigh of pleasure. On account of his height, his hips were aligned with the small of her back, and she felt his cock twitching against her from behind its denim trap. She wanted to reach behind her and pull it out, revitalized and ready again. Instead, Cooper held her still, her arms pressed to her sides.
“I’m in control,” he rasped into her ear, sending shivers across her body, “not you.”
She nodded quickly, her mind made up - yeah, he was definitely in control.
Cooper nudged her toward her bed. Her arms were still pinned as he guided her and once her knees bumped the bedframe, he let them go. Instantly, he placed his palms upon both her shoulders. They were warm and comforting. She laid her head back, rolling it against his chest as she looked up at him. She wasn’t sure what he saw, but his mouth twitched into a treacherous smirk before he abruptly shoved her face-down onto the surface of the mattress.
Her face connected with the covers. She turned her head so she could breathe.
Excitement and apprehension mingled within her. She was confused, certainly, but now a strange fear had bubbled up. Never before had Cooper given her proper reason to fear him, even when he twisted her neck in his giant palms. Now, she felt her muscles trembling at even his lightest touch.
And she loved it.