The Villains Must Win-Chapter 279: (+18) Vampire Hunt 39

Selis released him with a wet pop, licking her lips in satisfaction. Lucian staggered back slightly, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Selis rose gracefully to her feet, wiping away a stray smear of cum from the corner of her mouth with one finger before sucking it clean.

Lucian’s eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he watched Selis lick his cum from her fingers. The sight of her savoring his essence sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin.

He moved swiftly, scooping Selis up into his arms and carrying her towards the bed. She squealed in delight, wrapping her legs around his waist as he strode across the bed.

The moment they reached the bed, Lucian crashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming every inch of it as he lowered them both onto the mattress.

Selis giggled against his lips, relishing the feeling of finally breaking through Lucian’s iron control. It was like unleashing a wild beast . . . , and she couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

Lucian growled low in his throat as he tore at Selis’ clothes, ripping them from her body with little regard for fabric or buttons. She arched beneath him, offering herself up for ravishment.

His hands roamed over every curve and hollow of her body, squeezing and caressing as if he wanted to memorize every inch. Selis moaned shamelessly, writhing against him like a cat in heat.

And then . . . he was inside her. His thick cock plunged deep into her dripping cunt with one powerful thrust.

Selis cried out – her back bowing off the bed as she was filled completely.

Lucian set a brutal pace, pounding into her again and again as if possessed by some dark, primal force.

The headboard slammed against the wall with each snap of his hips, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and moans.

Selis raked her nails down Lucian’s back, leaving red welts in their wake. He snarled at the sting, fucking her even harder in response.

She could feel herself climbing higher and higher towards release, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her core.

And then . . . Lucian struck. His fangs sank deep into the soft flesh of Selis’ neck, piercing skin and muscle until he hit blood.

Selis screamed . . . but it wasn’t from pain. The sensation of Lucian’s bite sent her hurtling over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.

Lucian drank deeply from her vein, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.

Selis shuddered and convulsed beneath him, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, panting harshly as they came down from their high.

Lucian licked the wound on Selis’ neck with a low groan . . . sealing it closed with his saliva.

Selis smiled up at him lazily, tracing patterns on his chest with one finger. "Mmmm . . . I knew you have it in you," she purred sultrily.

Lucian’s face remained stoic, unreadable as ever. He exhaled quietly, almost like a sigh of resolve, before standing and reaching for his clothes.

Each movement was precise, controlled—as though nothing had just happened between them.

"Remember our plans in the Sanctum," he said evenly, fastening the last buckle of his coat. His voice held no trace of the heat from moments ago, only that cool, composed tone that always seemed to frustrate her.

Selis’ smirk faltered, sliding off her lips as she flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic groan. "Wow," she muttered, staring at the ceiling. "Way to kill the mood, Captain. Real smooth. You could teach a class on how to ruin post-romantic bliss."

Lucian didn’t even glance at her as he adjusted his gloves. "Discipline is part of survival," he replied simply.

"Discipline, my ass," she shot back, rolling onto her side to watch him. "I swear, if stoicism was a sport, you’d have a trophy the size of a mountain. You ever consider smiling after . . . y’know . . . intense moments?"

At that, he paused—just for a fraction of a second—before continuing as though she hadn’t spoken. "And don’t go back to sleep," he added, "You’ll be late for breakfast."

Selis blinked, then let out a soft, incredulous laugh. "How in the world did you know I was going to crawl right back under the covers?"

Finally, he turned his head slightly, just enough for her to see the faintest glint in his crimson eyes. "Because you always do," he said, voice low, almost amused—but only barely—before stepping out.

Selis sat there for a beat, stunned by the subtle jab. Then she forced out a fake laugh, calling after him, "Ha! Guess you really know me well."

"Be late," came his muffled voice from outside, "and we’ll finish all the food without you."

She stared at the closed door for a moment, cheeks puffed out in mock annoyance. "Hmph. Not cute at all," she muttered, lying back down. But despite her words, her fingers brushed lightly over her lips, and a small, traitorous smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

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Days slipped by in a blur of movement and duty, the kind of rhythm only seasoned adventurers could fall into. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

They returned to the capital, reported their findings, received their next assignment—rinse, repeat. It had become their routine, almost mechanical.

But this time, the air felt different.

Selis couldn’t quite place it at first. Maybe it was the way the city seemed quieter than usual, as if even the bustling streets were holding their breath.

Or maybe it was the way Lucian walked—shoulders squared, jaw tight, his usual stoic demeanor sharpened to something colder, deadlier.

She glanced at him as they made their way through the crowded thoroughfare. "You’re wound up," she muttered. "And don’t even bother denying it. I can practically hear your teeth grinding."

"I’m focused," he replied without looking at her.

Selis snorted softly. "Right. Focused. You’ve been radiating ’I will murder anyone who gets in my way’ energy since sunrise. It’s . . . intense. And kinda hot. But mostly intense."