Day 1: Breath Play
Lucy's fist slammed into the side of Cooper's chest with enough force to make him stagger back. His eyes blazed with an unholy yellow light, and his lips curled into a snarl as he straightened himself, barely fazed by the hit. It was a fight they both knew was coming—built up from days of tension, words left unsaid, and The Ghoul's unpredictable temper clashing with Lucy's fiery spirit.
"Don't walk away from me, Cooper!" Lucy's voice was sharp, trembling with fury. She stood her ground, chest heaving, her fists still clenched as her heart pounded in her chest.
The Ghoul's laugh was dark, low, and mocking. "You don't get to tell me what to do," he growled, his voice rough, tinged with something far more dangerous than usual. He was on edge, and she could feel it. That thin line between the man she loved and the beast inside him was quickly dissolving.
"Then what?" she shot back, stepping forward, refusing to back down. "You're just going to keep shutting me out? Pretending like everything's fine while you—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Cooper lunged. His hand shot out, fingers closing around her throat with alarming speed, and suddenly, Lucy's back hit the wall. Hard. The air was knocked out of her lungs, and she gasped, her hands flying up to grip his wrist as his body pinned hers to the cold surface behind her.
His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. His eyes—those glowing, inhuman eyes—bored into hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. This was The Ghoul, fully unleashed, and the raw power emanating from him was enough to make her heart race in both fear and excitement.
"You don't know when to stop," he snarled, his grip tightening around her throat. Not enough to cut off her air completely, but enough to make her aware of just how easily he could. The rough pads of his fingers pressed into the delicate skin of her neck, and Lucy's breath hitched as she felt the power he held over her.
But even through the fury, through the tension of the fight, Lucy could feel something else simmering between them. The line between anger and desire blurred in a way that was familiar, intoxicating, and dangerous. Her body reacted instinctively to the roughness of his touch, to the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around her throat, making her head swim with the thrill of it.
"You think you can push me?" The Ghoul growled, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand gripped her waist, pulling her body flush against his as his hips pressed into hers. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and a fresh wave of heat surged between her legs.
Lucy gasped, her chest heaving as her body fought for air, her nails digging into his wrist. But she didn't fight him. Not really. Instead, her gaze locked with his, her lips parting as she struggled to find her breath—and something else. Something darker. Her own desire.
"Do it," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Do it, Cooper."
A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, and The Ghoul's eyes flashed with something primal, something dark and consuming. His fingers tightened around her throat, cutting off her air completely for a moment, and Lucy's world narrowed to the feeling of his hand around her neck, the pressure, the way her vision blurred at the edges.
It was exhilarating. Terrifying. And she wanted more.
Her body responded in ways she couldn't control. Her hips pressed forward, seeking friction against him, and she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her core aching with need. The combination of fear and desire was intoxicating, and Lucy's heart pounded in her chest as she surrendered to the sensation.
Cooper's lips curled into a dark smile as he watched her, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel the way her body pressed against him, the way she was losing herself to the pleasure, even through the roughness of the moment.
"You like this, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low rasp against her ear. "You like it when I take control."
Lucy moaned in response, her body trembling as his hand tightened and released in a rhythm that kept her gasping for air, walking the fine line between pleasure and suffocation. Her hands slid up his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin as she arched into him, silently begging for more.
The Ghoul's grip on her throat loosened slightly, just enough to let her take a shaky breath, but before she could fully recover, he crashed his lips against hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. The force of it left her breathless all over again, her lungs burning as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
The kiss was all teeth and desperation, a raw, primal exchange of need and power. Lucy's nails dug into his scalp, and Cooper groaned into her mouth, his hips grinding against hers in a way that made her head spin.
Without warning, he spun her around, pressing her face-first against the wall. His hand stayed at her throat, his grip firm but controlled, as his other hand roughly yanked her jeans down to her thighs. Lucy's cheek pressed against the cool surface of the wall, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she felt the heat of his body behind her.
She heard the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, felt the pressure of his hand on her lower back, keeping her pinned in place as he freed himself. Her heart raced in anticipation, her body trembling with the need for him, for the roughness she knew was coming.
And then he was inside her, in one brutal thrust that made her cry out. Her nails scratched against the wall as she struggled to hold herself up, her body shaking with the force of his movements. Cooper's hand tightened around her throat again, cutting off her air just as his cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that left her gasping.
The pace was relentless, his hips slamming against her with rough, punishing strokes that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Each thrust pushed her harder against the wall, and the lack of air made every sensation sharper, more intense. Her vision blurred, her body floating on the edge of consciousness as the pressure in her chest built.
"You feel that?" The Ghoul growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "You feel how much I fucking need you?"
Lucy couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, but her body answered for her. Her hips pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperate need that mirrored his own. The hand at her throat kept her on the edge, her lungs burning, her body teetering between pleasure and something far more dangerous.
And she loved every second of it.
Cooper's free hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit with unerring precision. He rubbed it in tight, rough circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he drove her toward the edge.
Lucy's body trembled, her vision darkening at the edges as the pleasure built, coiling tight in her core. She was so close, her body strung tight like a bow, and the combination of his hand on her throat, his cock driving into her, and the pressure on her clit was enough to send her spiraling into oblivion.
"Come for me," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Come for me, Lucy."
Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. The orgasm hit her like a freight train, ripping through her with a force that left her shaking, her knees buckling as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She gasped, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her vision going white as she shattered around him.
Cooper's hand loosened around her throat just enough to let her gasp for air, her lungs burning as she breathed in deeply, the sensation of oxygen flooding her system making the pleasure even more intense.
Behind her, Cooper groaned, his hips slamming into her one last time as he reached his own release. She could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her as his grip on her throat finally relaxed completely. His body collapsed against hers, his chest heaving as they both struggled to catch their breath.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lucy's cheek rested against the cool wall, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Finally, Cooper pulled out of her, his hand sliding from her throat to her waist as he gently turned her around to face him. His eyes had softened now, the dangerous glow fading as he looked at her with something closer to concern.