Page 221 of Barbi and the Villain

His gaze darkens as he braces himself for my refusal.

I smile. “I want you to make love to me, Nyk. You can fuck me later all you want. Now I just want to feel you.”

An odd look crosses his face before his lips slowly curve up.

“Ah, sweetheart. I will make love to you until you melt in my arms. That is a promise,” he says with a wicked smile.

Pulling back, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, throwing it to the floor.

I greedily take him in. His skin glows in the dim lighting offered to us by the twin moons. His muscles bulge and flex with every movement, emphasizing his strong built and filling me with a sense of safety. In his arms, I am at home. Safe. Protected.

I trail my fingers over the ridges of his abdominals, feeling him strain against my touch.

He’s a wonderful male specimen. So beautiful, sometimes it hurts to look at him.

And he’s all mine.

The fates decreed he would be mine, and now, in this moment, he will irrevocably become mine.

“Let me see you,” he rasps. With expert fingers, he gently undoes the opening of my dress, sliding it down my body until I’m left only in my underthings.

I get the momentary urge to cover myself, but I fight against it.

It’s him. Nykander. My love. My mate. There is nothing to fear when I am in his care—nothing at all.

He presses his hand against my throat in a possessive grip before he trails his fingers down my body, slowly caressing me. Before I know it, he takes my bra off and throws it to the floor. I arch my back, thrusting my breasts forward. My mind becomes blank until the only thing I can think of is his hands on my body and his mouth on my skin.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, but he doesn’t indulge me immediately.

He stares at my body in awe, his eyes dripping with desire.

With one finger, he trails a scorching path between my breasts, teasing me mercilessly.

“Nyk,” I call out his name, my voice breathy and needy.

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“There she is.” He smirks. “There’s my girl.”

His girl. That’s all I want to be. His.

I want to belong to him wholly until we are no longer two people, just one. Until my heart matches the beat of his heart.

“Yours,” I whisper. “I’ve been yours from the beginning.”

He lowers his mouth to my breasts, his hot breath caressing my skin. His lips trail over my flesh before he lays a kiss over my bonding mark. Slowly, he travels lower, wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking on it.

A wave of electricity travels through me. I let out a breathy moan as his tongue circles around the erect bud, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

“Nyk,” I whimper, thrashing my head from side to side.

His body blankets mine, his heat transferring into me and providing me with warmth where I didn’t know I was cold.

“I love you,” I whisper. “So, so much.”

He hums deep in his throat as he sucks on my nipple. Moving to the other breast, he repeats the ministrations.

His hot mouth slides lower to my stomach, and he lays wet, open-mouthed kisses all over my flesh.

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