Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Breaking the Widow (R18)
Kai didn’t give her a chance to change her mind.
The second "upstairs" slipped from her lips; he was already moving, that sa lethal focus from the alley still under his skin.
Adrenaline crackled through him like whiskey, making every nerve feel stretched too tight.
His chest still ached from Shiro’s punch, a hot throb that only sharpened the lust clawing at him.
’This is what I needed,’ he thought.
’Not mana, not stats, just her. Right now.’
He scooped her up like she weighed nothing, one arm hooked under the soft warmth of her thighs, the other clamped around her waist.
Greta gasped, a sharp little sound he swallowed with a growl, crushing her against his chest.
She was all curves and giving flesh, built like she was made for lazy mornings and strong hands, but right now she felt like the perfect outlet.
She wrapped her legs around him without thinking, one heel digging into the small of his back, and the sudden press of her body against his cock made his brain short-circuit.
"Careful of the stairs," she murmured against his neck, voice already husky.
"I don’t give a damn about the stairs," he muttered, taking them two at a ti.
The wood creaked under them, but he barely noticed.
’She slls like warm bread and sothing sweeter, like she’s been baking all day and I’m about to devour the whole damn tray.’
They spilt onto the landing.
He kicked open the first door he saw, the latch rattled like it might snap, and he barged inside.
Small room, laundry piled in the corner, faint scent of closed-in sleep and her.
The bed was wide enough.
Good enough.
He dropped her onto the quilt.
She bounced once, hair fanning out across the pillows, eyes wide and dark with the sa storm he felt.
The laces of her bodice were already straining, the tops of her breasts flushed pink and spilling over like they couldn’t wait to be free.
"You’re a ss, Kai," she whispered, gaze tracing the blood on his cheek, the dirt on his shirt.
Her lips curved, half-teasing.
"You sll incredible," he said, crawling over her, voice rough.
’Gods, I sound like an animal. But it’s true, she does.
He didn’t wait for a coback as he caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, hard enough to make her breath hitch.
The power shift hit him like a second wind.
’Is this what the ga wanted?
finally letting go?’
No quest popup or system chi.
Just the two of them, real and ssy and breathing hard.
He kissed her like he was still fighting, mouth crashing down, teeth catching her lower lip just sharp enough to pull a moan out of her.
That sound rolled straight into his chest and settled low in his gut.
Even the faint taste of her blood from the bite tasted good.
Greed Feast stirred in the back of his mind, curious, hungry to catalogue her, but he shoved it down.
’Not tonight. Tonight she’s not mana. She’s mine.’
His free hand yanked at the laces of her dress.
They snapped with a satisfying pop.
Fabric tore open, baring the full, soft swell of her breasts.
Her nipples tightened instantly in the cool air, pink and begging.
She arched up into his palm as he filled his hand with her, kneading, thumb brushing over one stiff peak.
"Eager, aren’t you?" she gasped, laughing.
"My mother taught
to take what I want," he grunted, dipping his head.
He dragged his tongue slowly and wet over the curve of her breast, tasting salt and skin and the faint sweetness of her.
She shivered hard, hips rolling up against him.
The friction through their clothes was torture.
He was rock-hard, straining, the ache almost painful.
He released her wrists just long enough to shove his belt open, fingers clumsy with pure need.
Greta didn’t waste the chance; her hand slid down and cupped him through his trousers, squeezing with a throaty laugh.
"Gods, you’re big," she said, eyes sparkling.
"For a boy who just crawled out of an alley fight, you pack a serious punch."
"Don’t call
a boy," he snarled, shoving his trousers down just far enough.
His cock sprang free.
He pushed her skirt up roughly, hands sliding over the warm softness of her thighs.
No underwear.
Just slick heat waiting for him.
’Practical. I like practical.’
She spread her legs wide, knees falling open, eyes locked on his.
"Do it," she said, voice ragged.
"Fuck
as you killed him."
He lined up and drove in, one brutal, perfect thrust that buried him to the hilt.
The wet heat of her closed around him like a fist, tight and scorching and so good his vision blurred for a second.
’Holy shit. This is real. No loading screen, no cutscene, just her clenching around .’He groaned into her neck and started moving, no rhythm, just need.
The bed slamd against the wall with every snap of his hips.
She t him thrust for thrust, nails raking down his back, leaving hot lines that mixed with the ache in his ribs.
Pain and pleasure tangled until he couldn’t tell which was which.
"Yes, harder," she gasped, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every impact.
"Don’t you dare hold back, you bastard."
He hooked her legs over his elbows, spreading her wider, driving deeper.
’She’s taking all of . Look at her, flushed, moaning, completely mine right now.’
His thumb found her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles.
"Co for , Greta."
She shattered with a scream, back bowing off the mattress, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around him in waves.
The feeling yanked him right over the edge.
He slamd in one last ti, buried as deep as he could go, and ca so hard his vision whited out.
Pulse after pulse, he emptied himself into her, groaning against her throat while she milked every drop.
For a long mont, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
He collapsed on top of her, face buried in the curve of her neck.
She didn’t push him off.
Instead, her fingers slid into his sweaty hair, stroking gently.
"Okay," she breathed, voice soft and wrecked.
"I’ll tell you where the vampires are."
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