[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 270: A Sin So Delectable (18+)

Darius was so aroused that there was no light in his eyes. Only dark, filthy thoughts of stuffing that tight entrance with his seed until it dripped down those tender thighs.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he spread those tender cheeks apart, exposing the slick entrance that pulsed with need.

Darius groaned, his voice husky, heavy with lust. "You’re still stretched out so prettily for me," he murmured, almost in awe. "Did I do that to you?"

Xion’s blush deepened, spreading to the back of his neck and even to his shoulders.

His hair tumbled over his eyes, and he turned his head to the side, burying his flushed face in the pillow. The position was beyond compromising, and yet... the warmth pooling low in his stomach betrayed his own arousal.

Darius was shameless enough to drop a reverent kiss over the gaping ring of muscles before aligning himself to that waiting entrance, the thick head pressing against the heat that fluttered under his touch.

He teased there, right at the edge, rubbing slow, deliberate circles with his throbbing cock that made Xion’s spine tingle.

"You took my fingers so well, Xion. It makes me wonder how well you take my cock." Darius pushed in, slowly, his arms wrapping around the thin waist to hold Xion closer.

"Hah," Xion panted, "I-it hurts."

It did. The sensation of Darius’ girth thrusting inside, his walls clenching tightly around that massive intrusion that spread him to the extreme. It was painful.

However, he didn’t ask Darius to stop.

He had vented once and he was hard again, not to mention Darius who had been bearing it for so long.

The soft-hearted kitten could only bite down on the pillow, obeying Darius’ earlier command.

"Hold still," Darius pushed inside again, stopping to let those hot succulent walls get used to his size before thrusting inside.

"Darius, do it." Xion’s voice was muffled against the pillow. This slow torture was too much for him to bear anymore.

"At your command, my lord."

A filthy groan echoed in the room from Darius, as he forced his cock deeper into Xion in one harsh motion. Filling that soul-sucking hole to the brim, driving the breath out of Xion.

The black-haired angel cried out, his knees trembling as a jolt of pleasure shot down his spine, his vision going white for a moment from the intensity.

Small hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he tried to steady himself.

Darius started out with a slow pace, his lips brushing against Xion’s ears. "Fuck, Xion. You feel like delectable sin."

An irresistible sin which Darius was more than willing to commit despite being chained in hell for eternity.

Xion couldn’t answer. It was as if he was being pried open to the point that his brain couldn’t register anything anymore.

The hard column inside him moved, rubbing against his walls, and forcing him to moan aloud. "D-Darius... Darius."

That was the only name he could mutter. And to the Archduke those words were the sweetest sound in the entire world.

His baby was moaning his name so sexily. How could he hold back now?

So, he didn’t. His pace increased, pouncing in and out, massaging over that sensitive spot that made Xion see stars.

Soon, the thrusts turned more vicious, each one sending Xion further, rocking his entire body along with the creaking bed under them.

"You feel so good." Praise kept falling off Darius’ lips. "Aren’t you just perfect for me? Mine, Xion. You. Are. Mine."

Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust, slapping against the tender ass until it turned a mouthwatering shade of red.

"Yours," Xion choked out, white-hot pleasure crowded his senses. He subconsciously pushed himself back, trying to get the friction that would tip him over the edge.

His actions made Darius falter for a second before he rolled his hips and slammed deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

A whimper spilled along with a trail of saliva from Xion’s lips.

"Yes, mine." The Archduke pushed against the sensitive spot, forcing more moans to echo in the room, his hands were slithering all over Xion’s body.

Darius bit the shivering shoulder. His lower body drilled inside the warmth while he rubbed Xion’s arousal. And the whimpering healer came for the second time.

His body spent, collapsed on the bed, but his ass was still raised. Darius was still thrusting inside, yet slowly, riding the tide of his baby’s orgasm, admiring how the soft walls tightened around him even more.

Xion seemed to burn from the inside out. He didn’t know how he had managed to bear the ferocious lovemaking.

However, he didn’t get the time to think either.

When that unbearable fullness finally slipped from his body, Xion thought, for one fragile moment, that it was over—that he could finally breathe.

Only for Darius to flip him on his back. Dark green eyes stared at him, sucking Xion in.

Xion raised his hand, trembling fingers touching his lover’s cheek lovingly.

"I l-love you. I love you so much." Healer muttered in a daze, his wet eyelashes blinking as water rolled down the corner of his red-rimmed eyes.

Oh, how Xion was going to regret saying those words.

Because Darius smiled, a gorgeous smile that made Xion see flowers blooming all around. "Yes, Xion. Love me—only me. Okay?"

Before Xion could nod along, his leg was grabbed and pulled up.

In a quick motion, Darius threw the slender legs over his shoulders, forcing Xion to lift his hips in the air.

One brutal thrust and Darius was back inside that lovely place that made him groan from pleasure. It perfectly synced with the loud cry of his baby.

How wonderful...

Darius leaned down, folding Xion’s knees to the limit.

His gaze was fixed on the lips, bruised and swollen, so red as if bleeding from the biting. He rolled his hips while devouring all the whimpers spilling from Xion’s lips.

After ravaging his lips, Darius licked those tears away. "Hold onto me."

With trembling hands that were still entangled in the bed sheets, Xion hugged Darius. His nails sank into the broad back when Darius hastily started thrusting like some deranged animal.

The Archduke tugged at the dark hair wildly, forcing Xion to arch his neck up. Groaning against those pretty lips, he buried himself to the deepest part, spilling himself inside Xion, marking him.

Pure warmth pooled inside Xion’s stomach while Darius’ cock still pulsed with the last of its release, making Xion’s lips part into a soundless cry.

Gasping for breath, Darius pulled out, peppering Xion’s face with featherlight kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally, his eyelids.

"I want more, Xion," Darius whispered into the bitten earlobe, watching how those dazed blue pupils quivered.

"N-no more." Xion sobbed. His chest rose and fell, gasping for breath, his entire body trembling from the aftershock of such an intense orgasm.

He felt spent, used. Like a broken sex doll, he felt the sticky warmth trickling out of him. He didn’t have an ounce of energy to push this devil away.

"Please, baby," Darius pleaded with tear-filled eyes, tears welling from pure bliss and satisfaction after filling his Xion up.

"I only came once, you did it three times." While whining like a kid, he even shamelessly rolled Xion to his side, spooning him from behind.

"Just stay like this. I’ll do all the work, okay?"

Xion entire body trembled when the familiar hardness prodded inside him.

When he tried to move forward, Darius didn’t stop him. Not until his cock was almost out and then with one yank he pulled his kitten back into his arms.

Rolling his hips, he thrust inside more heavily, relishing how Xion cried so miserably.

Xion had no idea how or when it ended or how he managed to satiate the hungry demon.