Marie’s POV
It took everything in me not to cry in that moment.
The moment I’m referring to, of course, is the moment that Cooper finished working himself inside me, and he just… stared at me. Watched me stare up at him as he filled every inch of me—inches I didn’t even know I had in me.
(If only those dogs who f****d me when I was younger knew how tiny and insignificant their d***s were in comparison to the vamp who’s now banging me. Sorry to be crass, but I get a kick out of imagining telling them.)
The point is, the way he eased into me—the care with which he treated me when he could have so easily ripped and rammed his way like the dogs before him—it was special. As was the moment that followed it.
I didn’t cry, though, because I knew how he would react if he saw my tears, and I d
