Page 140 of Barbi and the Villain

And in love.

“I think she only had one baby,” he mentions pensively, his eyes glued to her.

I press my hand on her stomach, frowning.

“You might be right. Only one baby. A little miracle,” I say as I glance at him. “A miracle you made happen.”

“It was nothing,” he says gruffly.

“It was everything, Nykander.” I smile. “Everything.”

He looks away, a flush going up his neck.

I shake my head, but my own heart is still beating like crazy.

We clean PomPom and tie the baby’s belly button before we help him search for milk. He nestles close to her nipples, and after a few attempts, he manages to latch.

Nykander and I sigh in relief.

We turn at the same time and our gazes clash. We’re both breathing hard.

I lean in at the same time as he does, our lips mere inches apart. I glance up to find him staring at me with an intense expression.

Licking my lips, I close my eyes.

“You’re killing me, Barbs,” he rasps.

His lips skim the corner of my mouth, moving lower, to my chin and neck. His fangs graze my skin. His arm curls around my waist as he pulls me closer, my body flush against his.

He caresses my pulse point before he sinks his fangs into me.

I moan aloud, twining my arms around his neck and holding him close to me.

“Nykander,” I breathe out. “Harder,” I urge him as I press against him, feeling the contours of his body.

He complies, angling his mouth to sink his fangs deeper into my flesh.

Pain erupts in that spot, but the pleasure soon follows.

The same spot is gaping open on his neck and, driven by an unknown instinct, I trace my lips down his neck, opening my mouth and drinking in his blood.

The moment stretches forever.

There’s only him and the potent taste of his blood. Only him and the pleasure he’s giving me with his mouth.

An impossible arousal claims my body and I squirm against him in an effort to find some relief.

He drags himself from my neck, blood dripping down his chin as he stares at me with an odd look in his eyes.

My mind is foggy with desire as I reach for his neck again, licking the last of his blood as his wound closes. I trail my tongue up his face, cupping his cheeks between my hands and licking the drops of blood off his chin.

He grabs my hands, taking them off his face and bringing them to his mouth for a quick kiss.

Our moment is soon ruined, though, as BonBon starts scratching at the door and barking to be let in. He cries and whines the more we ignore him.

Nykander and I look at each other with an amused expression.

“He’s already taking the daddy role seriously,” I joke.

---