Page 131 of Barbi and the Villain

He moves lower.

His mouth hovers over my breasts, his breath tickling me even through the material of the dress.

My breathing becomes labored as I imagine him touching me there, licking me there…

A shudder travels down my body.

But he is only teasing me.

He slides lower, down my hips.

Pulling on my dress, he lifts it to reveal my naked legs. The cold air of the night caresses my private parts and it dawns on me I’m still not wearing any panties.

“Uhm, Nykander…” I’m about to voice my concern, but the words stop in my throat as he places his mouth on my inner thigh.

He glides his tongue over my skin, kissing his way up. Just as I think I have his trajectory figured out, he surprises me by sinking his fangs into my thigh, feeding directly from my femoral artery.

My back arches as a mix of pain and pleasure shoots through me. Blood flows into his mouth, making me lightheaded and entirely at his mercy.

His hands cup my ass as he spreads me further, feasting on me and savoring every drop.

A deep rumble erupts from his chest as he removes his fangs from my flesh, using his mouth instead to lick every bit of blood left until my wound closes.

“Fuck,” he mutters in an unrecognizable voice. “So sweet. So…” he trails off as he continues to make his way up, biting into me again.

I thread my fingers through his hair as I urge him to take more, consume me until there’s nothing left of me—until every bit of my essence finds its home inside him.

Once more, he leans back to lap at the wound as it’s closing, bunching my dress over my hips to reveal my naked sex.

I’m wet. Embarrassingly so.

But he doesn’t seem to mind as he inhales me deeply, relishing my scent. His mouth is right on top of my sex, his breath caressing my drenched folds. My body is weeping for him. It doesn’t care about anything but fulfillment. It craves that sweet ecstasy that he’s flaunting in front of me.

“You smell so good,” he rasps, nuzzling his face between my legs. “So fucking sweet.”

I gulp down as a wave of embarrassment overtakes me. This is the first time someone has seen me like this, and despite being incredibly attracted to him, something doesn’t feel…right.

This is going too fast. I might lust for him with my entire being, but he hasn’t even kissed me yet.

“Nykander,” I call out, pulling on his hair. He raises his head to look at me. His eyes have the same crazed look as before, his irises almost entirely black. “Stop,” I murmur shyly. “This is too soon. Too…”

It takes him a moment to register my words and he suddenly wrenches himself away from me.

He stands up to his full height. He averts his gaze, his chest rising and falling.

“I—” I mumble awkwardly as I get myself into a seating position and pull my dress down to cover myself.

“You do not need to explain yourself to me, Barbi.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, but…” I bite my lip in uncertainty. “I don’t have much experience and we’re going too fast.”

He whips his head around to stare at me. The intensity of his expression makes the ache between my legs grow.

My cheeks flame under his perusal, and I squirm around to make myself more presentable while attempting to alleviate some of the discomfort down there.

God, this is the first time I’ve been this aroused, and I have no idea how to handle it.

“What experience do you have?” The question comes out as a growl as his body tenses.

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