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

Frank's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her undead flesh as he fought to keep control. Every movement sent a new rush of sensation through him, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and raw intensity that made his head spin. He knew he was reaching his limit—he could feel it coiling tight in his core, that relentless build threatening to overtake him—but he didn't want it to end.

Not yet.

She clung to him just as fiercely, her nails raking down his back in sharp, teasing scrapes that made him groan. Her moans had grown louder, more desperate, mixing with throaty snarls and husky growls that sent a shiver straight down his spine. Each sound she made only spurred him on, driving him to move faster, to push deeper, to savor every second.

Frank buried his face against her neck, his breath ragged and hot as he gritted his teeth, trying to hold on just a little longer. "Damn it," he muttered against her skin, his voice strained. "You—God, you feel insane."

She responded with a guttural growl, her legs tightening around his waist, her hands tugging at his hair. The way she moved against him, the way she met his every motion with equal intensity, made it even harder to hold back.

He let out a deep, husky groan, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in heated, uneven gasps. His body was burning, every muscle tense, every nerve alight. He knew he was right on the edge, teetering on the point of no return.

But he wasn't ready to let go. Not yet.

"Not—" he gritted his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he slowed just slightly, trying to ground himself, trying to savor the feeling of her wrapped around him. "Not yet... I don't wanna stop."

She let out a frustrated snarl, her hips rolling against his insistently, her breath coming in short, husky grunts. Her body was trembling, every muscle tightening around him, pulling him deeper, keeping him right where she wanted him.

Frank cursed under his breath, his control slipping with every desperate movement, every moan and growl she let out against his ear. His hands roamed over her, gripping, holding, feeling every inch of her as he fought to draw it out, to make it last.

But the way she clung to him, the way her nails raked across his back, the way her moans turned into low, shuddering whimpers—it was too much.

His breath hitched, his body tensing, that final wave of sensation crashing over him with no way to stop it.

And as he finally gave in, pressing himself flush against her, he could have sworn she let out a triumphant, breathless snarl, pulling him even deeper into her embrace.