Page 213 of Barbi and the Villain

My toes curl against the mattress. I arch my back and release a soft moan.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I hold him in place. If a moment ago I was uncertain about this, now I can only urge him forward, beg him to devour me and bring me closer to that ineffable pleasure.

He smiles against me and blows hot air over my clit. He drags his tongue all along my slit, and with each new tease, I get wetter, more aroused. He takes his time to elicit every sensation possible out of my body, yet it’s all a tease as he brings me to the peak, only to pull me back, tricking me with the promise of that delicious fulfillment.

“You taste so sweet, baby. Just like I knew you would,” he purrs, burrowing his face between my thighs. “You have been taunting me with the smell of this sweet cunt for months. And here I am. Too weak to fucking resist you,” he says as he sucks my clit between his lips, the vibrations from his throat sending me into overdrive. He works his finger in and out of me until he hits a spot that has me spasming.

“Nyk… Almost there… I’m almost…”

“Just like that, sweet girl. Come for me,” he commands, biting hard on my clit. His fangs penetrate my flesh, drawing blood at the same time as my orgasm grips me.

I dig my heels into the mattress, clamping my thighs around his head. He continues to lick the mix of arousal and blood.

My eyes snap shut and I can barely cling to sanity as I ride wave after wave. The mark on my chest too, vibrates, enhancing the pleasure until I’m not sure anymore whether I’m on a physical plane or a metaphysical one.

My lips part until the only sounds I make are a succession of gasps and moans. The more he teases my sex, the more the aftershocks affect me, and I tumble into another orgasm.

The waves are never-ending.

They ripple and they form again, seemingly one stronger than the other. And as he digs his fangs into my inner thigh, drawing more blood, I scream out his name. So loud, the earth shakes. So loud, the walls around us quake, the glass windows cracking from the high voltage.

“Nyk, Nyk, Nyk,” I chant his name all over again.

I don’t know what’s going on anymore.

There’s only the weight of his body on top of mine as he continues to kiss his way up my chest. I’m still caught in the throes of the orgasm when he lays his lips on top of mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“You are mine,” he rasps against my lips. “Only mine. Only ever mine.”

The fog that’s laid claim over my mind suddenly dissipates when I feel a strong pressure at my entrance. Tears burn behind my retina as my eyes flare open in shock. He’s there, trying to push inside of me.

He’s staring at me with a savage expression—one that’s both claimed by lust but also something else. A calculating look that scares me to my core.

“Nyk, no,” I finally find my voice as I push at his shoulders. “Not now. I’m not ready,” I tell him.

He stares at me unflinchingly and he doesn’t stop.

The head of his thick cock slips a little inside of me, stretching me painfully.

“Nyk, stop it!” I repeat, trying to get him off me.

It’s almost as if he’s a different person. He regards me with a total lack of empathy, his expression cold and apathetic. Yet in a flash, that dangerous look is gone. He’s back to being my Nyk and he pulls back. A stinging pain echoes at my entrance.

I scramble away from him, blinking repeatedly in shock.

“I got carried away.” He gives me a tight smile. “Sorry.”

I breathe in and out. The euphoria from before is all but gone as I try to reconcile the Nyk I know to the one I just witnessed.

Wrapping the towel around me, I get out of bed and head to the window in an attempt to put some distance between us.

A throbbing headache assails me, and more pain flares between my legs. Glancing down, I note a few drops of pink flowing down my inner thighs.

“Barbs?” Nyk’s voice startles me. He’s behind me.

“If I say no, you need to stop.” I turn to tell him.

“I lost control. I am sorry,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss against my temple.

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