Chapter 25 Cooper #2
I want the borders of my soul redrawn by his hands, my very consciousness to become a territory of his making.
"Take what you need, Reed," I moan desperately. My head falls back, baring my throat in a primal gesture of submission. "I'm yours to plunder. I won't say no. Command every cell in my body. They only answer to you now."
I draw a sharp, shuddering breath, a futile attempt to steady myself against the tidal wave of lust that he provokes. His very scent drives me crazy. "I am your safe haven and your weapon. Use me as you will."
A low and satisfied sound rumbles from his chest into my mouth. The sound of a lord surveying a conquered land and finding more treasures than he ever imagined.
"Such immaculate, devastating words," he murmurs, his teeth grazing my carotid. "To think I only saw a timid creature at first, when all along, this glorious ruin of devotion was waiting for me to claim it."
His hand slides from my heart down to my navel and then to the waistband of my pants. "I will use you, my love. I will hone you, until you are broken once more for me."
I whimper in response, feeling my cock spring free into the air.
"Then use me, Reed," I whisper, the words almost eluding me. "Let me be the chaos that follows your command. Let our love burn the world down."
"Oh I will, my little mouse, I'll wreck you until you thank me," he growls as he flips me over my face rubbing the cool tile.
He pushes my stomach to the ground, the force sending tingles of euphoria through me. Before I can breathe, one hand is pumping my cock while the other grapples on my ass, his tongue finding its rightful place in my crease.
"You taste so fucking good," he snarls as his tongue lashes up and down my crease, desecrating my pink flesh in a manner that only he could.
My hands reach for something to grasp, to anchor myself against the unreal sensation he's delivering. They land on the corner of the couch as his tongue unleashes its havoc.
A torn cry escapes my lips. "Reed—"
He chuckles at the mention of his name, his rhythm increasing in intensity.
He pulls back from my crease for a moment, his chest panting, as I embrace the wetness on my skin. His eyes are glazed with a predator's focus, locked in on the trembling landscape of my frame.
"Tell me, " he commands, his voice ragged with primal hunger. "Tell me what you are."
The answer is instinct, a truth sewn into my marrow. "Yours," I gasp, my back arching, offering myself fully. "I'm only yours."
"Yes you are," he snarls, leaning back and lining up his enormous cock against my hole. The pressure is immense. Like a tectonic plate shifting me in half. I resist at first and then take a deep breath, allowing his destruction to ravage me.
I cannot breathe. I cannot think. There is only the sensation of being split apart. Like my very tissue is being tested to its limit. Its agony, but its also the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
"Relax for me, sweetheart," he coaxes as he buries himself inside me, splintering past my last wall of restraint. Its heaven. Its hell. And it couldn't feel any better.
My body goes limp as he takes control, thrusting in and out of my ass at his desire. Moans escape my lips, while my cock surges with a renewed flow. He grips my pelvis tight, slamming into me. My body shakes between his and the ground.
He's so strong he could almost snap me in half. He could splinter my bones with the same ease I might snap a twig.
God, wouldn't that be a way to go?
"You feel incredible, Cooper," he growls, the words shifting the fibers of my soul. His hips press forward, a deliberate thrust that steals the air from my lungs. "Every gasp, every tremor… every part of you is a sacred innocence that I'm going to spend eternity desecrating."
He watches the collapse of my composure with dark, hungry eyes.
"That's it," he rasps. "Let it go. Let all of it go. I'm your world now, baby."
His words cause me to burst. The thick, milky cum leaves my cock in vicious streams, smearing against my belly.
That's all I want. Is him. Reed fucking Quinn.
I don't need safety or peace. I want the terrifying honesty of his hands on my skin. I want the brutal love he delivers.
He's all I need.
My lungs crave him, my nose begs for his scent. Every foundation of my organs pleads for more of him.
He's all I will ever need.
His thrusts grow fiercer, expanding my hole with each slide in and out. It's like he fucking every coherent thought right out of my skull.
I have never been more satisfied in my life.
Every shove of his cock rearranges my guts, as if he's permanently ruining me. It's overwhelming, primal, terrifyingly exactly what I want. I swear my spine is being jiggled by his girth.
My vision blurs. My consciousness ascends. I'm caught between shrieking, crying, and moaning.
Is this what heaven feels like?
Because if so, the disciples really undersold their rapture.
My veins dilate, trapped like an animal between him and the cold ground, yet I've never felt more free. It's humiliating how indulgent he feels inside me. I'm pinned, immobilized, restrained by nothing but him, and some feral part of my brain is singing hallelujahs.
He thrusts into me again, fucking my last nerve crazy. I arch my spine instinctively into his weight, almost inhuman. I want him to go deeper, to physically wreck me. His hands lock down on my ribcage, grasping my skin tight and twisting my nipples.
I scream out at the sensation, my brain tingling with a voltage that would trigger a blackout. The sparks shoot down my spine. My whole body quivers. I'm hungry—goddamn ravenous for him to own me.
"I'm going to fucking cum, Cooper," he breathes out, his legs trembling.
I let my ass go limp, preparing to take his seed. I want to take every drop that he offers me. I need it.
His teeth bite down on my nape as his cock unloads, releasing a tsunami of his cum. He snarls rabidly, like a beast from the forest. His sweat drips onto my back, smelling of pine and burnt salt.
I lose my breath for a second as massive bursts, one after another shoot into my ass. He floods every possible space of my insides, owning me from the inside out.
My brain sparks with bliss, a synaptic celebration—a cascade of neurotransmitters firing like a finale of fireworks behind my eyes. Dopamine floods the pathways, serotonin smooths the edges, and for once, every firing neuron sings in perfect, harmonious chaos.
His arms lock around my frame, as he shakes my core, his cock finishing its seizing. I don't ever want him to pull out. I feel at home with him inside me.
Protected. Safe. Used.
If only we could stay like this for the rest of our days.
After a long moment of him soaking gently inside, his hands shift. "I love you so fucking much, Cooper."
His words make my heart beat against my ribs with a joyous rhythm. A beautiful series of words, a perfect sentence that feeds my starving soul.
A coppery scent whiffs into my nose—the ghost of the blood on his hands.
It should be repulsive. The crimson of the men he slaughter, but it only makes my ache burn hotter.
It's a reminder of his lethality and promise.
To be loved by Reed Quinn is to be cherished by the darkness, protected by his scalpel.
I turn my head, nuzzling into the palm that has ended lives and now cradles my face with explicit tenderness. My voice is soft and greedy. "Say it again," I whisper. "And make sure the monsters outside hear you."
A low, feral chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating to my own. His lips land on my temple. "I love you," he repeats, each word a dark melody to my ears.
Our heartbeats sync in this primal moment, the flames burning, the corpses outside. It's a dream come true.
I arch into his massive weight, begging for more. My own lips meet the skin of his neck, tasting salt and blood. "Then sing those words forever," I murmur against his rabid pulse. "I want every part of my brain scarred with those words."
His arms tighten around me, a tangible reminder that his strength is mine, and I am his.
I can't wait for what the future brings.
I don't care about danger, the blood, or the corpses that will litter the trail.
All I care about is him at my side, leading me deeper in the moonlight of the dim forest. This is the only path that has ever made sense. He is the only compass I will need. I don't care if he wants to slaughter werewolves or vampires.
Let the future come. As long as it's ours, it's a beautiful disaster I can't wait to explore.
Take me deeper, Reed.