NOVEL WEB Chapter 48: Flock...
Kaine stirred with a faint groan, the kind born from both exhaustion and satisfaction. The sheets were tangled around his legs, his body warm with the aftermath of the night before. The dim silver of early dawn bled through the blinds, painting soft shadows across the room. He blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, then remembered.
Rebecca.
She was curled beside him—naked, hair messy, one arm beneath the pillow, the other resting across his stomach. The scent of sex clung to the room, rich with sweat and vanilla. Her skin, a warm golden brown, seemed to drink in the low light. Even after hours of sleep, he could still see faint love bites blooming on her neck and collarbone.
He wasn't sure how many times they'd gone at it before finally crashing into unconsciousness. Three? Four?
His body ached in the good way. Well-used. Well-spent.
But then she moved.
A light shift. Barely a breath. Her fingers slipped beneath the covers again, trailing down his stomach like they had muscle memory of their own. Then lower—wrapping around him, already semi-hard from the mere presence of her.
Kaine let out a breath. "Already?"
Rebecca didn't answer.
Instead, she dipped her head beneath the sheet and took him into her mouth—warm, slow, wet.
The kind of mouth that knew exactly what it was doing.
His hips tensed instinctively. The way her tongue swirled around the head, the way her lips formed a tight seal—it was like she was picking up exactly where they'd left off.
Kaine shoved the covers back to watch.
She looked up at him once, eyes half-lidded and mischievous, then sank down farther until his cock nudged the back of her throat.
"Damn," he groaned, one hand sliding into her messy hair.
She bobbed her head lazily, hand stroking the base while her mouth did the rest. No teasing this time—this was morning hunger. Or whatever hour this technically was. Post-midnight haze. Lust's aftershock.
Kaine's abs flexed as she pulled off just long enough to say, "Didn't get enough of you earlier."
"You wore me out."
She smirked. "Apparently not."
She went back to sucking, faster now, sloppier, spit dripping down his shaft as she moaned around him. He felt his control unraveling again, teeth grit, breath hitching with each wet glide of her lips.
"Enough," he growled.
He grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, caging her beneath him.
Her laugh turned to a gasp as he kissed down her chest, biting the soft curve of her breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth. She arched into him, legs spreading on instinct.
He didn't waste time.
His mouth slid down between her thighs, tongue parting her folds and licking through the mess he'd left earlier. She was already wet again. Ready. God, this woman's recovery rate was terrifying.
"Fuck, Kaine—" she breathed, voice cracking when his tongue hit just right.
He gave her two fingers along with his tongue, working her open, savoring how her thighs trembled around his head.
Rebecca came hard, fists clenching the sheets, her body arching off the bed like a bow drawn tight.
But Kaine wasn't done.
He crawled up her body, kissed her open mouth, and guided his cock back into her. The sensation made them both groan, her walls tight and wet and pulsing from the orgasm he'd just given her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back.
The rhythm was slower this time. No frantic need—just deep, rolling thrusts, the kind that said we're not done yet. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips, hips moving in a steady grind that made her whimper each time he bottomed out.
When she started to tighten again, he pulled out.
Rebecca blinked, confused. "What—?"
He didn't answer.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, and she instinctively straddled his lap. Her body lowered, taking him back inside, and a shiver danced across her skin.
She rode him slowly, hips rolling, breasts bouncing beautifully with every stroke. Kaine watched her like she was art—flushed and radiant and wild.
He cupped her tits, squeezing, thumbs flicking her nipples. She gasped, leaning forward, grinding harder.
Soon she was bouncing—faster, rougher—hands on his chest, hair sticking to her face, mouth open in pleasure.
"Just like that," he growled. "Fucking ride it."
Her thighs slapped his hips. His cock disappeared into her over and over, wet sounds filling the room. She leaned down, kissed him fiercely, biting his lip as her orgasm built again.
He held out longer than expected.
But when her body went rigid and she screamed into his mouth, coming hard around him again, Kaine lost control.
He grunted and flipped her onto her stomach.
Rebecca let out a sharp breath as he grabbed her hips and thrust back in with a deep, punishing stroke.
She barely had time to recover before he was pounding her—hard, fast, relentless. Her face pressed into the pillow, her ass high, each thrust making her cheeks bounce, her tits swing.
The room was filled with the filthy slap of bodies, her broken cries, and his growls.
"You feel this?" he hissed, slamming into her.
"Yes—yes! Don't stop—!"
Her voice broke with each thrust, a perfect, raw mess of moans and gasps.
Kaine pulled her hair, arching her spine more, driving into her like he needed to fuck the memory of anyone else out of her body. And maybe he did.
She shook under him. Her legs began to give.
But Kaine wasn't done.
He pulled out, grabbed her hand, and yanked her to the bathroom, bodies slick with sweat.
The mirror greeted them with stark honesty: Rebecca's wild hair, flushed cheeks, Kaine's dark eyes and heaving chest.
He bent her over the sink, spreading her legs, guiding his cock back into her from behind.
"Look at yourself," he said roughly.
She did.
Watched her own reflection as Kaine thrust into her again, pounding her against the cold porcelain.
Each thrust jolted her forward. Her breasts swayed, nipples brushing the counter. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.
Her ass slapped against his hips, again and again, raw and red from the force. The mirror fogged from their breaths.
She came again. Harder.
He felt her clench, her legs quiver. She started to collapse forward—but Kaine caught her.
Lifted her. Sat down on the toilet seat and pulled her into his lap.
Still hard.
Still not done.
She whimpered when he slid into her again, the angle hitting deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, riding him with what's left of her strength.
Their bodies slapped wetly together. Her tits bounced inches from his mouth—so he grabbed them. Pressed them around his cock. He used her own breasts to fuck himself, groaning, watching the head pop through the soft valley.
She moaned at the sight. Bent down and kissed the tip every time it emerged.
"Holy shit," he muttered.
Then she rose again, guided him back in, and rode him properly—hard, fast, desperate.
When she came that final time, she clung to him, buried her face in his shoulder, and Kaine followed, groaning loud as he filled her.
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Rebecca's head rested on his shoulder. Their bodies steamed in the cold air of the bathroom, skin sticky with sweat and each other.
Eventually, she slid off him, winced, and laughed softly.
"I don't think I can walk."
Kaine smirked. "Then crawl."
"You're such an ass."
She cleaned herself quickly at the sink while he rinsed his face under the shower stream. When he came out, towel around his hips, she was fully dressed, hair tied up, lips still kiss-swollen.
"I was already looking forward to dinner," she said, smoothing her dress. "Now I'm just… starving."
He leaned in the doorway. "Try to make it to the door without collapsing."
She grinned, kissed him one last time, and stepped out.
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Kaine leaned back, sighing. Then he froze.
He felt it.
That presence.
He turned slowly.
Marcus was there.
The ghoul stood in the hallway, half in shadow, arms folded, expression unreadable.
No voice. No comment. Just... there.
Silent.
Watching.
Kaine rubbed his eyes. "Jesus. You're like a haunted statue."
Marcus didn't move. Didn't blink.
Still.
Expressionless.
But somehow, Kaine felt judged.
He grabbed his pants and muttered, "It was just sex. Chill."
Still nothing.
The ghoul's head tilted slightly. Barely. Like an owl observing prey. Or a priest disappointed in his flock.
Kaine looked away first.
"Creepy bastard."