Page 229 of Barbi and the Villain

The feeling of him inside of me is…wondrous. A dreamy sigh escapes me.

“Oh, Nykander,” I murmur, beckoning him towards me. “Do you feel this?” I lay my hand flat on his chest, right on top of the mating mark.

It glows a deep red, its heat seeping into my palm and traveling through my body all the way to my mating mark. Through the simple act of touching, of having him inside me like this, the individual marks become one too. They morph under my very gaze, the symbols moving and turning until they settle on a shared combination–one that’s now a dark red as opposed to the previous jet black.

“I do,” he groans. His voice is thick and heavy, and as he looks into my eyes, I note the moisture clinging to his lashes.

He’s…crying?

“Nyk…”

He squeezes his eyes shut and a teardrop falls down his cheek.

Digging his fingers into my hip bones, he withdraws all the way before he slams himself back inside of me, the power of his thrust making me reel. I hold onto him, grabbing onto his biceps as he lowers his mouth to mine, claiming it as he claims my body.

I’m wet enough that he slides easily in and out. Once the initial discomfort gives way, he moves smoothly, his length caressing my inner walls.

I wrap my legs around him, holding him close to me.

Each thrust is more powerful than the last. His mouth, too, emulates those movements as his tongue spars with mine, invading my mouth like he is invading my body–savagely but lovingly.

I clench my muscles around him and he groans against my mouth.

“Fuck. I don’t think I’m going to last,” he mutters in a low voice. “So tight. Been too long… I…” Before he can finish his sentence, his mouth seeks my neck and he bites me hard just as his cock starts spasming inside of me, filling me with his release.

I caress him gently down his back while he feeds, holding him deep inside of me until the last of his tremors have subsided.

When he’s done, he laps gently at the wound until it closes, but he doesn’t move.

His head on my chest, his cock still inside of me, he falls asleep in my embrace.

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Apleasant smile pulls at my lips as I stretch awake. Nyk is next to me, the heat from his body seeping into my own and warming me to my core.

“Hello there,” I murmur as I roll on top of him.

He blinks awake. His hair is mussed, stray locks draping down his forehead. There are still stains of red from last night’s activities marring his flawless flesh.

I trace his lips with my finger, leaning down to lay a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He mumbles something under his breath, his eyes suddenly opening.

“What are you doing?” He asks in a raspy voice.

I smile conspiratorially. “What do you think I am doing?”

I straddle him, my hands finding his hard flesh and stroking him lightly.

His brows go up in surprise.

“I remember saying you could fuck me after the first time,” I murmur seductively.

His eyes flash at me.

“Is that so?”

I shrug, slowly raising myself and positioning him at my entrance.

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