Page 224 of Barbi and the Villain

I lean forward, pressing my lips against his own and capturing those errant drops. I suck his lower lip in my mouth, tasting myself on him.

His eyes widen in surprise at my initiative. His mouth curves up as he licks my lips before biting me in return. Blood flows between us. I bleed, he bleeds.

He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me back, his eyes a cloudy silver that swirls with uncertainty. His tongue peeks out to lick the residual blood before he pushes me on the mattress and looms over me.

My wounds are already healed, but as he leans forward and captures my lips anew, he bites me so hard, I twitch in pain. His fangs penetrate my lower lip, and they lodge deeply in my flesh. Closing his mouth over my lower lip, he plays with it with his tongue, sucking all the blood flowing from my wound. And just as it threatens to close again, he increases the pressure, his bite even stronger.

His fingers are tightly wound around my neck and he has me trapped. The hold is not unbearable, but it is one step away from being suffocating. The pain from my lip makes me lightheaded, but as he reaches between our bodies with his other hand, he finds my damp sex and applies pressure in the right spot to make me buck against him.

He slips two fingers inside me–a delicious stretch. He pumps them in and out with increasing rapidity until I can’t help the sounds that I make–the moans that he swallows and steals from me.

His thumb is on my clit as he pistons his fingers in and out of me.

“N-n-n-y-y-k…” I struggle to speak.

“Fuck you’re hot. So damn hot,” he says as he pulls his fangs from my lip. More blood flows between our mouths, down our chins and chests and covering us in red. He laps every drop off me as he continues to assault me with his fingers until I can’t bear it anymore–until I scream at the top of my lungs as my release claims me.

Yet if I thought that was the end, I am about to be sorely mistaken.

My mind is fogged up by desire and the aftermath of my orgasm. I barely feel him release his hold on my neck and move down my body. But in no time he has my legs over his shoulders, his face buried between my thighs.

“Oh my God!” I yell as he flicks his tongue over my already sensitive flesh.

“Not God.” He pauses, raising those stormy grey eyes to meet mine. “There is no god in this room other than me, sweet thing. Say my name,” he commands.

My chest moves up and down, my breathing shallow.

“My name, Barbs. Say my name!”

“Nykander… Nyk…”

His lips twitch.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

He lays open-mouthed kisses all over my sex, teasing my clit with his teeth before sucking it in his mouth. He hums in the back of his throat, and the vibrations travel through me, intensifying all of his movements.

Despite being incredibly sensitive, I can’t stop myself from coming again.

“Oh my–”

“My name, Barbs. I want to hear my name!” He interrupts me as I arch my back in the throes of my climax. I grasp onto the tangled sheets, my eyes squeezed shut as tears fall down my cheeks.

“Nyk,” I moan. “My Nyk.”

“That’s my girl.” He chuckles.

He gives me one last lick before he climbs up my body again, cleaning up the rest of the blood.

It takes me a moment to compose myself. And as I open my eyes, I come face to face with him.

He’s so beautiful.

My heart thuds in my chest, threatening to poke a hole through it.

He’s all wild locks and bloody lips, and when he looks at me with those stormy eyes of his, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s the only explanation for this–for how lucky I am that the fates have paired us together.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, cupping his cheek.

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