Page 220 of Barbi and the Villain

“Be mine, Barbi,” he murmurs huskily as he peppers kisses all over my face. “I need you, sweetheart. I need to feel you, own you, sink myself into you until you crave me as much as I crave you.”

I swallow hard, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Nyk…”

“Please say yes, sweet thing,” he continues, raising himself slightly to look into my eyes.

His irises swirl into a mercury silver shade as he regards me.

“Tell me you are ready for me. Tell me you want me as much as I want you; that you yearn for my touch as much as I yearn for yours,” he whispers softly.

I bite my lip as I give him a slight nod.

“I do. I want you. I do, but?—”

“No buts,” he cuts me off. “It’s just us. Me and you, Barbs. Me and you against the world. And I need you more than I need my next breath.”

I bring my hand to his cheek and he leans into my touch, closing his eyes and releasing a deep breath.

“You love me, do you not?” He asks as he presses a kiss to the center of my palm.

I nod.

“I love you more than anything,” I confirm.

His lips curl up.

“Show me. Show me how much you love me, Barbs. Let your body be the medium through which you show me what words fail to,” he murmurs.

My lashes flutter, simulating the way the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings at his sweet words.

“I am on fire for you, sweet thing. Feel this,” he says as he takes my hand and presses it against his chest. The beat of his heart reverberates against my palm, and as he slides my hand upward, I feel the searing pulsation of our bonding mark.

If we do this… If we give in to this insane compulsion, the bonding mark will become a mating one.

We will be mated.

For all eternity.

Suddenly, I feel ready.

For him. For us. For the life that awaits us—together.

“Do you feel it, Barbs? Do you feel what you do to me?”

Before I can answer, he slides my hand lower, over the hard planes of his chest. He doesn’t stop. My fingers graze his belt before he places my open palm over the hardness pushing against the fabric of his trousers.

My breath hitches.

“This is how much I need you,” he rasps. “I need to fuck you. Claim you. Mark you. I need to own your body just like I know I own your soul.”

My pulse speeds up with every word he utters.

Heat pools low in my belly, desire unlike I have ever experienced poking its head through the surface and drowning me in a sea of emotions. It’s overwhelming. It’s absolutely breathtaking. As breathtaking as his dark gaze is as it engulfs me into its depths.

I wet my lips.

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I start. His eyes widen and his body tenses. “Not now.”

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