Page 175 of Barbi and the Villain

My breathing intensifies.

His eyes are on me, watching, waiting.

He applies more pressure on my clit before he moves his hand in slow, languorous circles. My body erupts in goose bumps as the anticipation builds.

His touch is hot and firm. His eyes become hooded as he watches me squirm and move against him.

“Nyk… I…” I whimper.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. He rubs me faster through my clothes, the roughness of the material providing an additional stimulus. How I wish it were his bare hand, though. How I wish he could sink those thick fingers inside me, stretch me, and claim me until his touch becomes my sole definition for pleasure.

“Just like that, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes. You’re so close,” he continues to whisper against my mouth. He slides his tongue over my lips, licking me and showing me the way he’d like to kiss me—there.

“I need…” I trail off as my brain short-circuits.

He plays my body like an instrument, and I feel compelled to sing for him. My moans become increasingly louder, the notes higher and higher.

His lips curve in a wicked smile as he continues to assault me with his devilish touch.

He splays his hand over my sex and presses hard. At the same time, he trails his lips over my face, reaching my ear. He nibbles at my earlobe before he commands me in a rough voice.

“Come for me, Barbi. Now!”

There is something in his voice that affects me like never before, as if it’s speaking to me on a cellular level. The low bass of his tone caresses my skin, infiltrating into my flesh until it reaches the desired destination.

A fire builds within me the moment his command registers, and my body can do nothing but obey.

My mouth forms an inaudible O as my insides tighten and coil.

One second.

That’s all it takes for the orgasm to ravage me. I start trembling uncontrollably as I slump against him, riding on those magnificent throes of pleasure.

“That’s my girl,” he praises me gently.

I let out a satisfied meowl as I burrow closer against him, leisurely licking his neck. Something pricks at my gums, and I nibble at his flesh in an attempt to alleviate that growing discomfort. His intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, and before I know it, my teeth penetrate his skin. Hot blood floods my mouth and I drink greedily.

He holds me tight, cradling my head as he urges me to drink from him.

I drink my fill, and as I lean back, I note the pink shimmer around me has intensified.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasps before he crashes his lips to mine.

This kiss is different.

It’s urgent, animalistic.

His grip is almost bruising as he pulls me into him.

My mark burns in my chest, the pleasure intensifying with each swipe of his tongue. And it all culminates when he sinks his sharp fangs into my lips, biting me hard enough that blood immediately pools to the surface. In response, his own lips burst open. Our blood mixes together as we continue to kiss, and before I know it, another wave of pleasure hits me.

But this time, I’m not alone.

The shudders racking my body are mirrored by his own. We both tremble as pleasure ripples through us.

He groans and grunts, all sounds that I swallow then echo with my own moans.

It’s almost an eternity later that he pulls himself away from me. He’s breathing hard, his eyes a deep black that swirls with specks of silver.

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