"Want me to demonstrate?"
Alicia's grip on her knife shifted. Her lips parted as her hand moved to sheathe her knife.
"Will you?" she gulped at her own eagerness, and the emerging heat in her core.
The question hung in the stale air between them, loaded with something far more dangerous than the walkers that had once roamed the aisles. Wesker's orange eyes fixed on hers, searching, calculating. The morning light filtered through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the floor and her pale face.
Hmmm?
"You really want to know?" His voice came low as he stepped closer. The space between them compressed until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Alicia's breath hitched, but she didn't back down. Her blue eyes remained locked on his, pulse beating like a drum.
Without warning, his hand shot out, fingers tangling in her golden brown hair. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to tilt her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat. "After I killed them," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "the adrenaline was still pumping, as we stood pressed against each other."
His free hand traced down her stomach, his fingers found the waistband of her black jeans, pulling at the tugged t-shirt.
"Her hands were on my chest." He removed his hand from her hair, trailing it down her arm, and guided her palm to rest against the solid wall of muscles beneath his shirt, as if renacting a memory. "Like this, " she felt his heart beating steadily, unlike hers.
"And then? Haah~" Alicia's voice was barely above a whisper, her skin already flushed pink.
"Then we did what anyone brimming with adrenaline would do…" His hand traveled beneath the pulled t-shirt, fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath. "...release it."
"H-How?" she managed, though her voice came out gruffer than intended.
Wesker's mouth curved into that predatory smile she'd come to admire, unlike before; it now made her pulse race in a different kind of way, not to flee, but to reach him.
His hand beneath her shirt moved higher, fingers ghosting just below the underwire of her bra, making her gasp audibly.
Haaa~
He leaned closer, his lips nibbling at her lower lobe, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Her brows flickered as she tried to suppress the moan that was about to escape. "We can still stop," Wesker muttered through his assault on her.
Alicia felt conflicted whether to respond or not, but his fleeting touch forced her to, "No-mmmh~" the moan she tried to suppress escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, stopping him from moving away.
A smirk hidden from Alicia made its way on Wesker's face as he moved down to her neck, giving her gentle kisses that quickly turned into firm bites, leaving visible marks on her neck.
Alicia's head whipped upward, toward the ceiling, as sweat beaded on her forehead, panting audibly as Wesker marked her.
His lips reached her jaw, then her cheek, until finally the brush of his lips made it to her lips.
Mmmh~
His tongue battled hers, making her moan and drool from the side of her mouth as it twisted around hers. Her fingers trembled around his neck, nails digging in like claws.
huff~ huff~
She gasped as he let her breathe again, the string of saliva connecting them for a moment longer before it dropped; her eyes cleared of the haze as she glanced at him, his gaze rejoicing at her vulnerable state, like a fox preying on an injured doe.
"Lift,"
His words came like a command she couldn't dream of refusing; it wasn't the kind he used when he was training her and Clementine—that one she could refuse on a good day, but this…
She moved, obeying without thinking, raising her hands in the air, as Wesker's hand reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up without effort, revealing her plain black bra.
She flinched at the air hitting her exposed skin, causing it to prickle slightly. His intense stare brought her out of it, as she quickly pressed her lips against his, hiding her nakedness from him, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
His tongue swept into her mouth, while his hands moved behind her back, making quick work of her bra clasp. She pressed into his chest, not letting it fall; he noticed it and brought his hands to her shoulder, pushing her back, breaking the kiss.
The bra fell onto the floor, letting her hardened nipples glow in the morning light that streamed through the window.
Instinctively, her arms flew up to cover her exposed mounds, hands wrapping protectively around the supple flesh. Her nipples peaked from between her fingers, her hands not doing a good job of hiding them.
Wesker's orange eyes darkened with unmistakable emotion, lust, as they roamed over what he could see of her body. The gentle curve of her waist, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breath came in short, shallow pants that made her ribs expand and contract beneath her hands.
Alicia watched him through her lashes, curiosity warring with hesitation in her blue eyes. She wanted to know what came next, craving the sensation he'd awakened in her body, but the vulnerability of being naked before him made her tremble with nervous spirit.
Without breaking eye contact, Wesker stepped closer, his boots crunching on debris scattered across the floor. The sound seemed amplified in the oppressive quiet of the abandoned store and town, mixing with their heavy breathing and the distant creak of the settling wood.
"Don't hide," he said softly.
When she hesitated, he reached up and gently but firmly grasped her wrists. His fingers were warm against her wrist. Slowly, she pulled her hands away from her breasts, exposing herself completely to the hunger his gaze held.
Wesker's hands moved to cup her breasts, his palms rough against the soft flesh. His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. Ahn~ forcing out a sharp gasp from her that echoed off the empty shelves around them.
He stepped closer, backing her against the checkout counter. His mouth crashed against hers, tongue sweeping inside while his hands kneaded her soft flesh.
Mmph~
Mhh~
She moaned into his mouth, pressing against him in the same desperation, if not more, but her inexperience held her from matching his intensity.
As the heat rose, intensifying both of their primal urges, a memory flickered in Wesker's mind—another woman, with hair gold like the sun.
—A few weeks back
The setting sun poured drowning rays across the Dairy, its warmth spilling lazily through the barn windows where the girls worked. Alicia's laughter mingled with Clementine's chatter as the scattered grain for the chickens, feathers flaring up around their ankles.
Carley and Lilly were knee-deep in hay and sweat, mucking out the stalls with the slight weariness of the outside.
For once, Wesker wasn't among them. His absence was as noticeable as his presence usually was.
He hadn't slept in days since Kenny drove off with his family. They'd seen him pacing at all hours, patrolling, clearing the walkers beyond the fence. Sometimes Lilly relieved him, but more often than not, he was still with her.
All because they were too scared to be out of the farmhouse after what happened to Duck,
So, today, they decided to take it from him, finding the courage to force him to rest and watch over the place themselves.
Inside the farmhouse, Madison left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving the half-cut vegetables on the side and simmering potatoes on the wooden stove Wesker had installed.
Standing in front of the small mirror in the bathroom. The face staring back at her was of despair; the last few days had taken the most out of her, the peacefulness after the gunshot was so loud that something old and dear seeped inside.
Steven.
His death had hollowed her out without her knowing it; the events transpiring at the Inn, the sudden change of the world, had made her forget his death, too easily, and too fast.
Her eyes swelled as another face emerged in her head.
Nick.
The wound was still raw. There weren't enough chores, enough clothes, enough dishes, or enough conversations to keep her mind off the absence of him.
And there was nothing in the Dairy that could replace what she'd lost.
Or maybe there was.
Alicia.
But her daughter had hardened like a cliff against the ocean; her words came sharp, like a knife, giving all her time to Lilly, to Carley, to Clementine, who was becoming something like a sister to her. Or to Wesker. Especially Wesker.
Madison could feel the bitterness souring in her chest every time she saw it.
Wesker
She hated him for it—hated him for the way Alicia followed his every word.
But there's something else hidden behind the envy and jealousy of him being surrounded by others.
And his fierce, molten orange eyes looked through her with effortless ease, like he could peel the layers of her grief and see what lay underneath.
Like he already knew she longed for a connection, a connection that Alicia or anyone else in the group could never fulfill.
But he never acted on it. Never crossing the line between them. He kept his distance, as if she'd done something to offend him, or worse, like she wasn't worth his time.
Madison pressed her lips together before turning away from the mirror, unable to bear her own reflection.
Leaving the bathroom, her feet carried her down the farmhouse corridor, toward the kitchen. However, her steps slowed on the creaking floor when she reached the threshold of a room—the door half ajar, light spilling through the gap.
Wesker's room.
Her hand found the frame before she even realized it, fingers curling tight around the wood. She stood frozen there, unable to move away, as her eyes traced the lines of his sleeping form—the rise and fall of his chest, the relaxed features that looked almost peaceful.
Her fingers twitched at her sides. Logic screamed at her to leave, to return to the kitchen, but heat pooled between her legs, overriding her rational thought.
She crept forward, bare feet silent on the wooden floor. The mattress dipped under her weight as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his muscled thighs.
His scent hit her—masculine sweat mixed with soap and something uniquely him. She leaned down, inhaling deeply at the hollow of his throat, then trailing lower. Her nose brushed against his collarbone, his chest, then his stomach, but it didn't stop there.
Reaching his groin, she paused. The half-swollen head of his cock peeked above his waistband, already glistening. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the exposed flesh before her fingers hooked the elastic.
His length sprang free—warm, thick, perfect to gobble up. Without hesitation, she did just that, placing it in her mouth, her saliva coating his shaft.
The heat from her mouth spread across him, making it harden as blood rushed in. She pressed deeper, her walls stretching as he went further inside her, unwilling to bend in her throat. The pain roaring at the back of her throat only intensified the lust rising in her core.
Her panties darkened in her nectar, as her hips began to grind against his thigh, but it wasn't enough.
Her free hand slipped beneath her dress, fingers finding her slick folds. She was dripping like a slut. The word hit her as red bloomed in her cheeks, making her drip even more, but she continued.
Her mouth desperately working around his hardening shaft, taking him as deep as her throat would allow.
Mmmmh~
She moaned around him, the vibration traveling through his cock as her freed hand worked frantically between her legs.
Suddenly, firm fingers tangled in her hair.
Her eyes snapped forward as fear settled in her heart, and what her rationality was telling her came true as turning orange orbs stared at her.
"Enjoying yourself?"
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