The Villains Must Win-Chapter 112: (+18) Valerian Cross 32

[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

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"Evelyn," Valerian rasped, his voice hoarse, barely hanging onto his restraint.

He should stop this—should tell her that now wasn’t the time, that they were on the verge of war.

But gods, he didn’t want to. Not when she was looking up at him like that, her lips glistening, her eyes sensual and her face beautiful.

She pulled back just enough to smile, her breath fanning over his sensitive flesh. "Something wrong, Cross?" she teased, her voice dripping with wicked amusement.

His jaw clenched, his control loosing. In a swift motion, he gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You think this is a game?"

Evelyn only chuckled, running her tongue along the corner of her lips as if savoring the taste of him. "I think you need this more than you’re willing to admit."

His patience snapped. In one fluid motion, Valerian pulled her up, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Evelyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the sheer hunger in him, but she melted into him just as quickly. His hands roamed her body, fingers skimming the damp fabric clinging to her curves before finding their way beneath her cloak.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against her lips, his breath heavy with restraint.

Evelyn’s answer was a whisper of silk and leather as she peeled away her layers, exposing herself to him in the dim moonlight. "Don’t you dare."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he lifted her, pressing her back against the rough bark of the massive tree. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body molding against his like she had always belonged there. The heat between them was unbearable, an inferno waiting to consume them whole.

He lined himself against her, pausing just for a breath, as if giving her one last chance to change her mind. But Evelyn only tightened her hold around him, her nails digging into his back, pulling him closer.

"Valerian," she breathed, her voice a plea, a command.

And then he gave in.

The moment he sank into her, Evelyn arched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in his damp hair. Valerian groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse as he fought against the primal urge to claim her in every way.

Evelyn moved against him, matching his rhythm, her body welcoming him in a way that made him forget everything—his worries, the mission, the war waiting beyond the forest. There was only this moment, only her.

The world outside faded as they lost themselves in each other, the storm raging beyond their shelter paling in comparison to the storm they created between them. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Valerian moved with a slow intensity, as if memorizing every inch of her, savoring the way Evelyn trembled beneath him. Her body responded to him like fire to air, pulling him deeper into the heat of their connection. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly as he thrust into her again and again, drawing a ragged moan from her lips.

Her fingers clutched his damp shirt, nails digging into the fabric before slipping beneath, pressing into his bare skin. The sharp sting of her touch only spurred him on, sending a fresh wave of hunger spiraling through him.

Valerian had always prided himself on his control, his discipline—but with Evelyn, there was no restraint, no logic. Just raw, aching need.

He bit down on his lower lip, suppressing a groan as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, her inner walls molding to his shaft as if she had been made for him.

Evelyn’s breath hitched, her head falling back against the bark of the tree, exposing the smooth column of her throat. His cock ached at the sight.

The scent of her skin, the heat radiating from her body—it was intoxicating. Dangerous.

He shouldn’t.

But gods, he wanted to.

His mouth hovered just above her neck, his breath hot against her flushed skin. A dark thrill shot through him as Evelyn shivered, her body reacting to his nearness. And then—slowly—she turned her head, baring her throat in silent invitation.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest.

"Evelyn," he warned, his voice rough, filled with something primal.

She met his gaze, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "What are you afraid of, hunter?"

The storm inside him shattered.

His lips found her neck, trailing slow, burning kisses against her delicate skin. She gasped softly, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t want to be.

Valerian pressed her against the damp bark of the tree, his hands roaming her body, claiming every inch of her with a desperation he could no longer fight. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as his mouth explored, marking her not with fangs, but with need. His teeth grazed over her pulse, not to bite, but to claim—to brand her as his without a single word spoken.

Evelyn’s breath hitched as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her into him. Her nails raked down his back, urging him on. "Valerian . . ." she breathed, her voice laced with anticipation.

His name had never sounded so sinful.

His control snapped.

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of his restraint, his longing, his madness into her. She melted into him, her body arching in perfect sync with his.

The storm raged outside, rain pounding against the leaves above them, but all he could feel was her—hot and alive beneath his touch.

His hands slid down her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Evelyn wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself flush against him. The friction sent a raw, shuddering groan from his lips. She was fire, and he was drowning in her flames.

Their bodies moved together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm, the tension coiling tighter with every touch, every kiss, every breathless moan swallowed between them.

The rough bark against her back, the cold rain against heated skin—it all blurred into the background as pleasure built to an unbearable edge.

And then, with a final, shuddering cry, they climax together—lost in the storm of each other.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, tangled in each other’s embrace, their bodies slick with sweat and rain.

Valerian’s breathing was ragged as he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His fingers traced the faint marks left on her skin from his kisses and bite—evidence of a moment neither of them could take back.

Evelyn smirked, her lips still swollen from his kiss. "I think I just made a vampire hunter break every one of his sacred vows."

Valerian let out a low, breathless chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re going to be the death of me."

She grinned, trailing a lazy finger down his chest. "Maybe. But at least you’ll die happy."

His smile faded slightly as he tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze dark and unreadable. He had spent his life hunting creatures like her, sworn to fight against them.

Yet here he was, tangled in her arms, his body still humming with the aftermath of her touch.

And the most terrifying part?

He didn’t regret it.

Not even a little.