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

Frank's breath hitched, his body locking up as the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over him. A deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat, his hands gripping her hips as he surrendered completely to the sensation. Every muscle in his body tensed as he held her close, pressing her firmly against the wall, as if grounding himself in the storm of raw, unfiltered bliss.

She responded in kind, her own voice rising in a chaotic, feverish mix of raspy growls, hungry groans, and screeching moans that sent shivers racing down his spine. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp with almost desperate intensity. Each sound she made, every deep-throated snarl, every trembling gasp, only pulled him deeper into the moment.

His forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling—hot, ragged, and heavy. The primal hunger in her voice, the way she trembled against him, the unrelenting need in the way she clung to him—it all sent a lingering pulse of pleasure through his core. His heart pounded against his ribs, his skin burning from the way she gripped him, held him, wanted him.

Frank let out a shuddering groan, his arms wrapping around her, his fingers tracing over her back as he tried to catch his breath. She was still making those wild, breathy snarls, her chest rising and falling erratically, as if she was just as overwhelmed as he was.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above hers, his fingers brushing over her jaw. Her eyes, still glowing with that unnatural yet hypnotic light, locked onto his, filled with something primal, something deep. He didn't know what it was—whether it was hunger, desire, or something more.

Whatever it was, it held him there, frozen in the moment, lost in the strange, intoxicating connection between them.

Frank swallowed hard, his voice rough and breathless as he finally spoke.

"Jesus... That was..." He let out a dry, almost disbelieving chuckle, shaking his head. "I don't even have words for that."

She let out a deep, throaty purr of satisfaction, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, her lips parting as if she was trying to form words of her own. But instead of speaking, she simply let out a slow, breathy snarl before resting her forehead against his once more.

Frank closed his eyes for a moment, his grip on her tightening. Whatever this was—whatever strange, impossible thing had just happened between them—he wasn't sure he could ever make sense of it.

All he knew was that, for the first time since this nightmare began, he didn't feel alone.