REBORN AS A NECROMANCER : BUILDING THE ULTIMATE UNDEAD ARMY

Her face tilted up toward his, lips slightly parted, eyes dark with want. Kaine could feel his carefully constructed walls crumbling, could feel himself forgetting all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

"You don't know what you're getting into," he said, his voice rough.

"Then show me."

She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. She wanted this. Him. Right now. Not in the abstract, not as a safe fantasy—but the bloodied, exhausted man standing half-dressed in front of her, cold to the touch, dangerously alive.

Something in Kaine snapped.

His hand moved to her face—firm but gentle—tilting her chin up as he kissed her.

Not tentative.

Not testing.

A claiming.

She gasped into his mouth, surprised by the force of it, and he felt her press into him, her chest brushing against his bare skin. The dress was barely hanging on now, clutched loosely to her chest with one arm as the other wrapped around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding into her hair, anchoring her in place as his mouth devoured hers.

He could feel her heart hammering beneath her skin, her body soft and hot against his. The faint scent of her perfume—vanilla and something sweeter now, something her—wrapped around him, and he was drowning in it.

The dress slipped.

One second she was clutching it, the next it puddled at her feet, and she didn't stop kissing him.

Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, skin to skin. He groaned low in his throat at the feel of her—warm, real, needful. His hands moved to her waist, gripping tight, then slid up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbing each nipple, watching them harden under his touch.

"You're shaking," he murmured against her lips.

"I don't care."

Kaine bent his head and took one breast into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling over the sensitive peak as Rebecca moaned and arched against him. Her fingers dug into his back, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I've wanted this since the first time I knocked on your door."

He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist like it was instinct. She was wet already—he could feel it, even through the towel that still clung to his hips. She ground against him, her hips making slow, desperate circles.

He carried her to the wall beside the window and pinned her there, kissing down her neck, biting gently at her collarbone, and feeling her body respond to every touch. His cock strained against the towel, and her hand slipped between them, pulling it loose and letting it drop to the floor.

She looked down and let out a slow, wicked breath.

"You're gonna wreck me."

"Not if you wreck me first."

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, her hand sliding along the underside of his cock, fingers curling around the base with a deliberate grip. Her eyes met his as she leaned forward, tongue flicking out to tease the head, spreading the bead of precum with slow, languid circles.

Kaine's breath hitched, fingers tightening in her hair.

Rebecca smiled against his skin, then wrapped her lips around him and began to suck—slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of her mouth as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the shaft in practiced rhythm.

"God, Rebecca…" he groaned, leaning a hand against the wall behind her.

She was focused, every motion filled with intent. She'd bob her head just enough to draw a groan, then pull back and kiss the tip, spit-slick and flushed, before descending again, deeper this time. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't take, wrist twisting in perfect counterpoint to her tongue.

He watched her—watched her eyes flutter closed as she took him deeper, throat flexing. Her other hand slid down between her own thighs as she moaned around him, the vibration making his knees almost buckle.

"Enough," Kaine growled, voice fraying.

He pulled her up roughly, but not unkindly—dragging her to her feet and pushing her back against the cold tiled wall. Her lips were slick and red, chin glistening, pupils blown wide with arousal.

"You think I was going to stop you?" she whispered.

He kissed her hard, then lifted her again, one arm under her thigh, the other guiding himself between her legs.

She gasped when he pushed in—slowly, inch by inch, her slickness welcoming him with tight, needy heat. Chapter source: My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|L4EMPYR).

"Oh, fuuuck," she moaned, arms wrapping around his neck.

He held her there, pinned to the wall, buried inside her. He didn't move yet—just let her feel him, the pressure, the fullness. Her legs quivered around him, clenching as her nails scratched lightly at his back.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please."

He did.

His hips began to rock, slow and deep. Each thrust drove her body up the wall, then brought her crashing back down on him. Her breasts bounced against his chest with every motion, the nipples dragging against his skin. He leaned down, mouth catching one, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as he fucked her.

Rebecca's head lolled back, her cries echoing off the tile.

"Harder, Kaine—please—harder."

He picked up the pace, grinding into her, every thrust punching a soft moan from her lips. Her ass slapped against the wall, slick thighs squeezing his waist tighter.

And then—

He turned.

Still holding her, he strode toward the large dust covered window, the pale blue sky filtering in like cold silk. He placed her down on the broad sill, her back arching against the pane, nipples hardening from the cool glass behind her.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward until her ass was barely resting on the ledge, then drove back into her.

The new angle hit deeper.

Rebecca screamed.

"Arghhhh~~~"

Kaine grabbed her waist and moved fast now—deep, piston-like strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust. Her body slapped wetly against the glass, fogging with their breath, her fingers clawing at his arms for purchase.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Don't hold it," he grunted, lips against her neck.

She came hard, whole body seizing around him, legs locking, a strangled cry escaping her throat. He didn't stop—he kept fucking her through it, prolonging the spasms until she was whimpering, pleading, boneless against the window.

He finally pulled out, letting her legs fall open.

Her body trembled.

But Kaine wasn't finished.

He lowered her gently to the floor, laying her on her back atop the cool marble. Her skin glistened with sweat, nipples flushed, her chest rising and falling in rapid waves.

He lay back and guided her on top of him.

"Ride me," he said, voice rough.

Rebecca climbed over him, straddling his hips. She reached back, gripped his cock, and sank down slowly—moaning deeply as he filled her again.

She started to move—hips rocking in a slow grind that had both of them groaning. Her breasts swayed beautifully with each roll of her pelvis, her hands resting on his chest, her head thrown back as she rode him.

He sat up slightly, sucking a nipple into his mouth as she bounced harder now, thighs clapping against his. Her ass rippled with every downward slam, the motion hypnotic—raw, carnal, unstoppable.

Their bodies moved in rhythm—wet, loud, needy.

"Don't stop—don't you fucking stop," he grunted.

She rode him harder.

Each motion sent a jolt through her spine, her hair sticking to her damp neck. Her thighs burned, her breathing ragged, but she didn't stop. Her movements grew more frantic—chasing something.

"I'm close—Kaine—I—!"

Her whole body locked and trembled violently, another orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She cried out, loud and broken, falling forward against his chest, shaking.

Kaine gripped her ass, held her tight, and thrust up into her one last time—groaning deep as he spilled inside her, every muscle tightening as he came.

They collapsed together—sweaty, trembling, tangled limbs and bruised lips.

Her head rested against his chest. "Holy shit."

He chuckled, breathless. "You're insane."

"Mm. You still standing?"

"Barely."

She nuzzled him, a smile curving her swollen lips. "Good. Then when I recover… you're fucking me again."