Page 56 of V for Vindictive

I’d been lost for so long that the mere smell of his inviting musk and feel of his strong body overwhelming mine was enough to put every fear out of my head. Every moment of uncertainty I struggled with was quieted the second I was in Phillip’s arms. Simply knowing he was here—really, truly here—and knowing I could be with him like I’d always wanted to was the single greatest thing that had ever happened to me.

What does this make us, though?

Sure, it might seem like such a childish notion to be hung up over what to call him, but I hadn’t considered we’d ever get to this stage of a relationship. I never considered the ooey-gooey label part of this dance we did.

I mean, this was Phillip we were talking about.

The dude clearly had a philophobia. Not that I blamed him after what he went through with his past love, but I definitely never considered there might be a future where there’d be an option for us. Honestly, it didn’tmatter what he let me call him. The mere fact that the other Hunter told me he loved me and he wasn’t going to run from it anymore was enough.

Plenty, actually.

Call me easy, but I didn’t give a single fuck what anyone else thought. The fact that Phil would be there and he loved me would always be enough for me.

My fingers wove into his luscious hair and my mouth nipped and slid against his with eager abandon. It was enough to flip the Austrian’s switch, and our tongues battled while he navigated his way over to the bed. The powerful muscles beneath my fingertips that were constricting against my thighs was a mood all on its own.

I’d missed the feel of Phillip’s body moving against mine, and I even found the courage to whisper as much to the sauntering troll.

The impish smirk reached his glistening light eyes. Gently, he laid me out over the bed like I might break apart the second he let me go. Phillip’s jaw tensed and his eyes closed, massive body hardening visibly. “If I hadn’t known better, I might accuse you of being a Succubus, lass. I’m barely holding it together, you realize.”

I’d never been so satisfied. It was usually me struggling to stay sane and in control. The fact that I could make someone like Phil fight himself made my lips tilt and heart flutter.

“Then I suggest you let it all go, Phil. Give in. Fuck me however you want. I’m all yours.” I swallowed, dragging him closer by his neck and nibbling his ear. His chest contracted with a strong inhale, and the soft groan he let loose gave me such a powerful feeling. “All yours, asshole.”

Phillip kissed me hard enough to nick my lip, the taste of blood mingling with the taste of Phil, and then he forced my legs open and settled betweenthem. Clawing at his clothes, I finally got my revenge when I tore through his much-too-tight shirt, then his expensive jeans.

It was a rush to get him inside of me. Nothing felt more important than merging our two bodies into one and consummating this thing between us. Finally, sex meant something, and I couldn’t wait to experience what sex between two people in love felt like.

I kissed wherever I could reach, sinking teeth into the older man’s flesh and celebrating every moan and groan I dragged out of the other Hunter. Phil’s hand closed around my throat just before he thrust his entire length into me, knowing exactly what angle got the greatest pleasure. Reacting, I arched as the weight of his body collided with mine.

There weren’t words that’d come close to describing how every part of me was somehow complete, or how much love came into my voice when his heat and mine became impossible to tell apart. All I could say was that all those love stories made total sense to me now. I finally comprehended the depth of feeling shared between two people when love and sex perfectly melded together.

“I love you,” I whispered, tears breaking away from my eyes.

Normally I’d be mortified, but I didn’t give two shits how weak crying made me look. I wanted Phillip to hear the words again. I wanted him to know how much I cared for him; how little I could express such a big, explosive feeling inside my chest.

He’s finally here to stay. Truly.

Phillip’s intense gaze connected with mine, and his thumbs swept through tears on both sides of my face. The small lift in his mouth set my body on fire. It might be missed by someone else, but that smile was sofull of feeling, so full of intense, life-altering love that I sensed every bit of it the minute it appeared.

Kissing me hotly, Phillip groaned and slammed his hips forward so hard I arched and gasped. He clung to me, thick arms wrapped tightly around my body, and pinned me to him. His movements grew uncharacteristically crazed and unhinged, like the Austrian worried this was all some kind of dream.

To be fair, I had trouble believing this was real life, especially after it felt like I’d never get what I yearned so desperately to have. Like my luck would serve nothing but bullshit up on a silver platter to me now and forever.

Phil’s deep voice was hoarse and unnaturally faded every time he whispered my name, and it gave me the oddest sensation in my belly, so I clung to him and focused on the heat flooding my hips.

I was already close before we’d even started, so it didn’t take very long for Phillip to drive me over the edge. Coming so hard my vision failed, I screamed his name and chased the bliss-induced high with my hips.

The other Hunter shuddered and stiffened against me, and then warmth flooded my insides. When I moved to free myself, Phillip’s mouth came down hard on me and he rocked his hips forward again, never pausing for a second.

Shuddering, I fought the overstimulation. “Wait—”

“Not now, not ever, V. I’ll never wait again,” Phillip growled throatily. “You’re stuck with me forever, lass.”

I would’ve smiled, but Phillip was already ramming into me, my legs hooked around his arms.

And for hours, he didn’t let me go.

No matter how much I begged for a second to gather my thoughts, the Austrian was always either touching or kissing away my complaints. Chasing me all over the surface of the bed. Behind me, sinking himself in over and over again in powerful smacks. Forcing me to sit on his lap, legs straddling him, head dropped back as he drove up into me, touching places inside me I didn’t know existed. On his back with my hips working over his, keeping a rough grip on my thighs, lust-saturated voice encouraging every roll, every rock, every swivel.

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