[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: You Look Good When You Beg (18+)

Darius angled himself.

Replacing his fingers with his mouth and tongue, he didn’t even give Xion time to adjust as he plunged right into the heart of his mouth.

And he sure took his time exploring every inch with new fervor.

Almost as if it were the first time all over again.

But this wasn’t the hesitant curiosity of their first kiss. This was possession, teeth grazing, tongues tangling until Xion thought he’d drown in it.

Perhaps to the Archduke who had been so devastated by Xion’s declining health, this was his way of reclaiming him.

Xion was gasping, his moan vibrating against Darius’ tongue, and gods, it tasted like heaven.

The healer had started to fumble around, trying to hold onto the arms wrapped around him for support. Because every time Darius moved, Xion found himself growing weaker.

When they broke apart, Xion could only lie there, completely putty.

His chest heaved, his lips tingled, and the faintest thread of saliva still connected them before it broke, vanishing into the steam curling between them.

The root of his tongue had become so numb that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to speak.

"You are more sensitive, Xion. Why, I wonder?" Darius nipped at the flushed earlobe. His voice had turned hoarse from need. "Or maybe I am the reason, right baby?"

Another kiss stole Xion’s breath as it careened into a debauched mess.

His fingers had stopped working on Xion’s cock, and had slid down to rub the teasing circles over the tight ring of muscles.

The touch there made healer’s thighs twitch, a tremor running all the way up his spine. It felt indecent, like Darius could read him through his body alone.

Perhaps Darius really could, because in the next second, the silver-haired menace used his thumb to press on the sensitive spot under his cock.

His actions were rewarded with his baby’s delicious moans.

With his one hand working on the tight hole, opening it, he was free to tease the hardened pink nipples.

They were red, sensitive, and so damn alluring.

Every brush over them sent heat licking low in Xion’s belly, pulling broken noises from his throat before he could swallow them down.

If it weren’t for their position, Darius would have very much liked to put his mouth there.

"Darius — don’t be so fast. Nngh— " Xion’s pleading turned into a whimper when the teasing in his lower body became intense.

The Archduke didn’t stop. Instead, his movements became more urgent. His mouth had moved from the red lips to the curve of the slender neck.

His breath was molten there, his lips dragging slowly over the racing pulse, lingering as though he could drink the heartbeat straight from Xion’s skin.

"It’s here somewhere... Ah, right," Darius licked the crimson mark that had bloomed due to his teeth.

With a sudden force, he plunged his finger into the tiny bump.

"Ah!"

There it was. His sweet darling’s loud moans, and soon they would turn into cries. Loud, messy whimpers.

Darius pressed deeper, with more force.

When Xion tried to close his legs, a slap to his milky thigh jolted his entire body.

Xion sobbed a broken whine tumbling out of his gasping mouth.

"Keep them open, Xion," he growled, gently rubbing over the red mark, "Or I’ll spread them until you won’t be able to close them."

When Xion, still trying to keep a semblance of control, obeyed, it made something burn hotter in Archduke’s chest.

Darius wanted to ruin his darling. He wanted to mark the delicate body that seemed to entice him more than ever.

He wanted to taste that pinkness dusting the pale skin. His claim, yes, he wanted to stake his claim on the healer.

Because Xion was his, always his. Only his.

Precum was already dripping from the tip of Xion’s cock. His hole clenched tightly against the now three fingers spreading him wide.

Xion started to writhe, and his train of thought had long since derailed into molten, chaotic need.

Despite that, one thought kept hammering in his subconscious.

"D-Darius," he moaned that name. "I want to look at you."

Xion wanted to see. He wanted to sink into that adoration and lust crowding his lover’s senses.

He craved it like air, that green fire that always seemed to strip him bare and make him feel both fragile and utterly indestructible at once.

"Okay, whatever my baby says, my baby gets."

With that, Darius pulled his fingers out with a wet pop.

Xion found himself being picked up and pushed onto the edge of the hot spring.

He blinked at the handsome man towering over him, at the water droplets sliding down that long silver hair to his chest.

That look... that blatant hunger filled with lust had Xion’s whole body riled up.

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