[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Obsession (18+)

Despite the mana crystals thrumming at the corners of the roof, keeping the chilly wind away, Xion shivered.

Two big hands moved over his body. One was methodically dabbing his bare thigh with a damp cloth while the other wandered elsewhere, with far darker intent.

It easily slithered under his shirt, making him squirm.

"Sit still."

Xion tried. He really did. But his limbs refused to obey, trembling faintly no matter how tightly he clenched his fists over his shirt.

Little shocks raced through his body wherever those hands touched, leaving him tense and breathless.

The one caressing his bare stomach had him sucking in his breath.

"Luckily," Darius drawled, pretending to inspect him, "your shirt was spared from the worst of it."

Yeah?

In the haze, Xion looked down. There were just a few red stains, tiny enough to be swallowed by the folds of the fabric as the hand on his stomach was climbing up.

The touch on his chest brought a peculiar sensation rushing in his veins. Cold and hot, all at once.

Xion made a soft, strangled sound despite himself. Instinctively pushing to escape, he arched up his back as he tried to stay out of reach.

But Darius only chuckled darkly.

The hand that was still carefully wiping down his leg had tossed the ruined cloth away, right where the discarded pants were.

Wrapping an arm around the slender waist, Darius yanked him firmly back against his chest.

"You’re moving so much," he spoke right in his ear where his baby was sensitive, before catching the crimson earlobe lightly between his teeth. "Why? Hm? I wonder..."

His thumb brushed lazily over one of the small buds hidden under the shirt, making Xion gasp.

That sound made Darius’ smile turn wicked. He pressed again, rolling it between his fingers, watching how Xion’s breath tumbled out of his parted lips.

"Do you like it here? Like when I touch you like this?"

With that, he lightly pinched the hardened bead.

Although trapped in a strange haze, the silly healer still had some brain cells left. He instinctively felt the danger coiling around him from all sides. It was as if he were trapped in the embrace of a snake.

It felt so strange as it slithered all over his skin, curling around him like a second skin. So cold, yet it kindled strange heat wherever it touched.

What was the best way to deal with a venomous snake that seemed to want to gobble him up?

"I-I’m asleep..." Xion muttered before letting his body sink back. His lashes fluttered down. Sleep makes things better, he thought.

"Ah?"

Darius was amused. So much that the tilt of his lips only raised higher. However, the glint in his eyes had also sharpened.

The sharp edges of his teeth nipped at the nape of his neck, hard enough to draw a gasp from the beauty pretending hard to be asleep. "Then wake up."

When Darius sucked on that sensitive spot with ruthless precision while playing with the puckered nipples, all of Xion’s pretenses melted into soft, helpless whimpers.

His head fell back against Darius’ shoulder.

As if trying to keep himself in control, he kept his eyes shut. But the raven black eyelashes quivered heavily, as if any moment they would spread their wings and take flight.

Obsession that had blended into his veins.

Xion had melded into his blood, floated into every corner of his body, until there was nothing in him but this angelic being, who was staring at him with hooded eyes.

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