"Dead Rising: Unlikely Union: The Undying Promise" [ A Steamy Horror Story]

Frank could hardly think—his body was working on pure instinct now, driven by something primal, something overwhelming. The way she clung to him, her fingers digging into his back, the way her cool body trembled against his heat—it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

And then came the sounds.

She moaned, a deep, guttural noise that sent a shiver down his spine. It was raw, unfiltered, filled with something almost feral. A grumbling purr vibrated in her throat, followed by a low snarl as she arched against him, meeting his every motion with an intensity that left him breathless.

"Jesus..." Frank muttered, his voice thick with awe and something deeper—something he wasn't sure he had words for.

Her hands tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she let out a husky growl, her breath ragged against his ear. The sound made something deep inside him tighten, made him push harder, pull her even closer.

Then came the hissing—a sharp, breathy exhale as her head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat. Frank took full advantage, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin, feeling the way she shuddered beneath him. Her moans turned into snarls, each one vibrating against his lips as she gripped him tighter.

The growls became deeper, more urgent, her body tensing before she let out a full-bodied roar—a sound so wild, so full of raw pleasure that it sent a jolt of adrenaline through him. Frank groaned, burying his face in her neck as he moved with her, each motion met with a new, delicious sound.

Her hissing breaths turned into desperate grunts, the vibrations of her voice matching the rhythm they'd fallen into. She was intoxicating, her body wrapped around him, her voice a symphony of moans, snarls, and gasping exhales. The mix of human and inhuman sounds only made the moment more intense, more surreal.

Frank's grip on her hips tightened as he lost himself in the heat of it all, pressing her further into the wall, swallowing every growl, every moan, every whispered gasp against his lips.

Outside, the world was still falling apart.

But here, in this moment, with her body against his, Frank wasn't thinking about survival.

He was only thinking about her.