Page 212 of Barbi and the Villain

I’m a mess of sensations as I cradle his head to my chest, willing him to never stop.

“My greedy girl.” He chuckles, blowing hot air over my nipples.

My cheeks turn red at his words, but I can’t stop the grin that pulls at my lips.

He moves lower. He slides his tongue down the valley of my breasts, kissing my stomach before he sucks my skin in his mouth, leaving red marks behind. Alas, they quickly fade as they heal, but that only incentivizes him to mark me further.

There is not one inch of skin that remains untouched by his lips, unmarked by his possessive bite.

But then he’s there.

His mouth hovers over my sex, his hot breath caressing my drenched folds.

A wave of embarrassment crashes over me and I attempt to lock my legs together.

He chuckles and, bringing his finger down my stomach, he follows the slope of my mound until he reaches that place between my thighs.

At first, he only dips one finger between my folds, coating it in moisture.

“Ah, Barbs,” he groans, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking on it. “You are killing me, sweetie.”

I smile and look away.

“So shy. So beautifully innocent. And all mine,” he murmurs lovingly.

Using the same finger, he traces my sex, teasing me until I become comfortable enough to part my legs for him to settle between my thighs. With a wicked smile, he places my legs on his shoulders and he leans in, his mouth at the same level as my sex.

“Nyk… Uhm…” I mumble, utterly embarrassed.

“Do not hide from me, Barbs. You are my mate. That means this is mine, is that not so?” he asks shamelessly as he presses his finger against my clit.

I shudder.

He moves lower, circling my entrance and gathering all the moisture gushing from inside of me.

“Look how wet you are for me. Fucking hell, Barbs.” He closes his eyes and inhales me deeply.

I squirm against him. His tentative touches are threatening to kill me.

“Ah, there is my greedy girl.” He smirks. “And your cunt is just as greedy for me, isn’t it?”

My eyes flare in shock at his words, and I grab a pillow and place it over my face in embarrassment.

“Do not!” he commands, and the pillow flies from my hands. “I want to see you, Barbs. I want to see the pleasure on your face. I want to see your every damn reaction.”

I lick my lips and I give him a tentative nod.

He smiles, and he turns his attention back to my aching sex.

He pushes his finger inside me, probing at my entrance.

I tense. That stings.

“Fuck me. You are so damn tight,” he mutters to himself.

I don’t have time to think about that, however, as he leans in and gives me a slow lick just as he pushes his thick finger farther inside me. It’s a tight fit, and he’s only using one finger.

He lays the flat of his tongue against my clit as he thrusts his finger in and out of me.

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