Page 39 of Whisper

My eyes snap open, locking on his.

“I want to watch you come apart.”

The authority in his voice sends lightning straight through my core.

He leans in, his mouth finding the sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder—and bites.

I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets as my hips buck toward him.

“That’s it,” he growls against my skin. “Let me hear you.”

TEN

Eliza

SURRENDER

Everything that follows is heat.

No—fire.

It rolls over me in waves, sensation after sensation crashing so fast I can’t keep up.

Cooper doesn’t touch—he consumes.

His hands roam like he owns me, like he’s been waiting to tear me apart and finally has permission. His mouth is everywhere—sucking, biting, claiming. Down my throat. Across my breasts.

Lower still.

When he drags his tongue between my thighs and groans like I’m his favorite goddamn meal, my legs shake so hard I nearly sob.

“You’re dripping,” he mutters, voice rough as gravel, eyes blazing between my legs. “Fuck, look at this sweet little pussy. You soaked the sheets for me, baby.”

I can’t answer. Can’t speak. Just moan as he slides two fingers inside me, slow and deliberate, then curls them just right.

“Arch for me,” he growls. “I want that greedy cunt to grind against my face.”

And I do.

I can’t not.

He devours me like a man starved—using his fingers, his tongue, his voice, dragging me up to the edge again and again until I’m pleading, my thighs shaking around his head, my voice wrecked.

“Come on my tongue,” he snarls. “Give it to me, Eliza. Right fucking now.”

I shatter.

Hard.

My cry rips through the room, sharp and desperate and real. My body jerks off the bed, everything tightening around his mouth, his hand, him.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me float away.

Just kisses my inner thigh, then slides up my body in one lethal, fluid movement—lining himself up, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance.

“Look at me.”

My eyes snap open, locking on his.