[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 267: What A Lewd Sound You Make(18+)

Darius didn’t bother with restraint anymore. Wrapping his arms around his darling, he harshly pinned Xion into his arms.

His teeth grazed the left hollow of Xion’s neck before sinking in with enough pressure to bruise.

The breathy moan that spilled from Xion’s lips sent a thrill of satisfaction straight to Darius’ core. Perfect. He wanted more of that sound.

Xion’s hand, finally free from its cage, instinctively flew to Darius’ chest to push the Archduke away.

But his strength was no match for the hungry beast.

A warm tongue traced over the fresh bite mark, soothing and possessive before Darius sucked harshly on the tender skin.

"Ngh—!" Xion bit his bottom lip hard, trying to suppress the sound, but it leaked through in breathless little gasps.

The sudden onslaught left his legs trembling, his body betraying him with each rough swipe of Darius’ tongue and the insistent pull of his lips.

Heat bloomed under his skin, pooling low. More bites fell—then more sucking. His neck, his shoulder, nowhere was spared.

But Darius didn’t stop at that. He just couldn’t. His hand moved deftly down Xion’s waist, fingers curling around the ribbon of his red robe.

One sharp pull and it came loose. The silky cloth slipped off Xion’s shoulders and pooled around his waist before Darius shoved it down completely, baring him to the cool air.

Now there he was—sitting on Darius’ lap, trembling and flushed, with nothing but thin, black briefs clinging to his hips.

With one harsh suck over the crimson earlobe, Darius leaned back.

The sight made his heart roar. His eyes darkened, the green overtaken by endless black- like ink spilled over jade.

His hands moved to Xion’s thighs, spreading over the soft skin and drawing lazy circles, his thumbs pressing just enough to make Xion squirm.

Blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he bit his lip to keep any sound from escaping.

Darius wasn’t going to allow the silence though. He leaned forward, his breath hot against Xion’s lips. "Aren’t you a sensitive little thing? How delicious."

The words made Xion shudder. However, whatever reply he was thinking was directly muffled under the kiss.

A bite fell exactly where he was clenching, trying to contain his moans in his stomach.

With the red silk discarded, one of Darius’ hands snaked up Xion’s spine, settling possessively at his nape while the other gently kneaded the soft curves of his hips.

Raven black eyelashes fluttered, and a lone tear slipped past the corner of Xion’s eye. A new shame burned his senses because he was getting aroused.

A whimpering sob escaped his lips when his hair was tugged.

Darius angled his face and pushed his tongue inside, savouring how the struggling hands decided to simply cling to him now.

How sweet.

Then came a loss of breath. Again and again. Those lips didn’t separate from Xion’s nor did Archduke’s sinful hands stop touching the bare torso. While kissing, he even playfully tugged at the nipples a few times, rolling them at his whim.

They were hard, perhaps from the cold. Well, that was what Xion wanted to say.

But sitting so close to Darius, wouldn’t the Archduke know that his lover was aroused?

He didn’t give Xion a chance to retreat before he made his move. Pushing Xion backwards onto the bed, he ravaged that sweet mouth hungrily.

The healer gasped, his eyes widening with shock at the kiss’s brutal intensity.

Darius was already on him, caging him in with a knee between his thighs and hands pressed to either side of his head.

When he broke the kiss to allow his feverish kitten a breath of air, his gaze roamed over the delicate frame.

He was getting intoxicated by the sight laid out beneath him. Stripes of dark hair splayed against white sheets, innocent blue eyes wide and glimmering with something that was both fear and anticipation.

Wasn’t Xion just so damn perfect?

His hands roamed down, sliding over the smooth curve of Xion’s sides before settling possessively at his hips, holding him in place. freёnovelkiss.com

Xion squirmed beneath him, but it only pressed their bodies closer together, aligning the heat between them in a way that sent sparks up Xion’s spine, forcing his briefs to tighten.

"Do you feel that?" Darius whispered, rolling his hips deliberately. "You’re hard... just like me."

The flush on Xion’s face deepened, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. His voice came out in a whisper, barely audible. "D-Darius..."

"Say it again," Darius commanded, lips brushing over Xion’s jaw as he spoke. "I want to hear you say my name as I fuck you."

"D-Darius," Xion repeated, voice shaking, eyes fluttering closed as big hands slid even lower, tracing the dip of his waist and stopping at the edge of his briefs.

"You look beautiful like this," Darius murmured, lips pressing against Xion’s collarbone, dragging down slowly, teasingly. "I think I want to ruin you a little more."

His hand drilled inside the only cloth covering his baby’s shame, holding the warm cock with his calloused fingers.

"Nngh!"

A suppressed sound escaped, and Xion immediately slapped his hands over his mouth.

"What a lewd sound you make. My fingers, do they feel good?"

The sensual teasing made Xion tremble, driving him crazy with every touch.

His IQ, which tended to drop whenever he was with Darius, under the haze of pleasure directly sank to the bottom.

So, the flustered kitten gulped before innocently mumbling behind his hands, "Y-yes."

Darius’ movements faltered for a brief second. Then, he laughed. A low laughter, edged with lust sounded sinfully sexy that it forced Xion to cover his entire face.

"Then I should make it better, shouldn’t I?" Just as the words fell the last trace of cloth was yanked away from his body.

Xion instinctively tried to curl up, covering himself, but Darius was quicker.

"Look at me," the silver-haired beast rasped. His hands slid over Xion’s knees, up the outer sides of his thighs before grabbing them firmly and parting them.

The healer’s instinct was to close his legs, to hide from that searing gaze that seemed to burn away every layer of modesty.

But Darius held him firm, thumbs stroking gentle circles against the seductive mermaid lines as if coaxing him to relax.

Relax? That touch only made Xion’s back arch up slightly.

It was as if he was begging for more, or maybe he really was. The silly Xion who grew up burying his head in the books, had only seen sex on TV.

And when that same thing was going to happen to him, it left him both terrified and oddly thrilled.