Page 211 of Barbi and the Villain

“Where I go, you go. I like the sound of that.”

“If no one is allowed to use their powers, then I will be far safer there,” I continue to make my case. “And maybe I can be of some help too.”

He nods pensively.

“I might need a distraction while I go in search of my brother.”

“Do you plan on killing him there? With no powers?”

“Tempting, but no.” He chuckles. “I would never take the easy way out. When I kill him, I want everyone to see I did it on my own. No tricks. I merely want to gather some information. It has been seven thousand years. The brother I know is bound to have changed somewhat.”

“I see.” I nod. “I will help you as much as I can. They don’t know who I am anyway.”

“How are you so sweet?” he murmurs as he reaches for me. “I failed you and you still offer to help me.” He smiles. “You have a beautiful soul, Barbs. Far more beautiful than I deserve.”

He cups my cheek in his big hand, and I nestle closer, closing my eyes and breathing him in.

“I cannot help it,” I whisper, tears trickling down my cheeks. “You are my weakness, Nyk. I don’t know what that says about me, but I could forgive you anything.”

“Anything?” he asks, raising his brow.

“Anything.”

He studies me for a moment, an odd expression descending upon his features. Leaning in, he presses his lips to my cheeks, catching those errant tears with his tongue. His mouth seeks my own, and this time, I give in to the kiss, allowing him to pull me to his chest. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, meeting mine and beginning a mating dance as old as time.

I cling to him, digging my nails into his shoulder.

“Let me erase everything,” he whispers. “Let me replace the bad memories with good ones.”

I don’t know what he’s asking exactly, but I find myself nodding.

He trails his lips down my chin, sucking my skin in his mouth. His fangs graze the sensitive skin of my neck in his exploration, but he doesn’t bite me. He draws only a few drops of blood, and he licks them languidly off my skin.

In one smooth move, he splays me on my back, kicking the covers aside and looming over me. With one hand, he unknots my towel, leaving me bare to his sight.

The wind brushes against my naked skin, and a shiver goes down my back.

“Let me see you,” he murmurs.

I look uncertainly in his eyes. They’re the darkest black, signaling his lust—his need for me.

My pulse quickens. My breathing hitches in anticipation of his next move.

He trails his gaze all over my body, smiling appreciatively.

“You are so beautiful. So perfect for me,” he says as he leans in to lay a kiss on my mark.

A scorching heat envelops me, and I tremble at the feel of his lips atop my chest.

“My beautiful girl,” he continues. Slowly, he glides his lips over my breasts, opening his mouth and dragging one nipple between his teeth.

My back arches and a gasp of surprise escapes me.

“Nyk…”

He swirls his tongue around my nipple, and the sensation shoots straight to my core. I squirm against him as shivers of awareness spread through me.

“That’s my girl. You feel it, don’t you? The way your body craves mine,” he whispers as he moves to my other breast. He lavishes the same attention on it, kissing, sucking, nibbling.

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