[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Scenerio-2 (In Another Parallel World) (18+)

Xion was shaking, barely able to hold himself up. His body clung to Darius out of instinct, limp from exhaustion, spent from being forced to the edge again and again.

The Archduke’s arm slid beneath him, lifting him out of the water with effortless strength.

Droplets cascaded down their bodies, steam curling around them as Darius carried his ruined healer away.

With his vision swirling, Xion buried his flushed face against the broad chest, too embarrassed and weak to even look. His body still spasmed with aftershocks, his insides still filled and dripping with Darius’ release.

"Sweetheart," Darius grinned with pride, "you look wrecked. My perfect little mess."

He carried him through the cave, past the warm glow of torches, until the plush bed came into view.

Setting Xion down gently, Darius leaned over him, brushing damp hair away from his face.

For a fleeting second, his touch was tender, and dare Xion say, even reverent.

But the hardness pressed against his thigh betrayed all that tenderness.

The Archduke hadn’t softened at all. If anything, the walk from the spring had only made him harder, more desperate.

Bruised and covered with kiss marks, his chest rose and fell rapidly as realization dawned. "D-Darius... again? I can’t—"

A wicked smile curved the northern lord’s lips. "Yes, you can. You’ll take me again, baby. In this bed, you’ll learn there’s no such thing as enough when it comes to me."

Xion trembled, his voice cracking. "Y-you’ll break me..."

"I’ll put you back together," Darius claimed the swollen lips in a bruising kiss. "But first, I’ll break you as many times as I want."

He spread the healer out across the silken bedsheet, his hands pinning delicate wrists above his head.

His body loomed over him, casting Xion in shadow, the silver strands of his hair dripping water onto flushed skin.

"Look at you," the Archduke cooed, his gaze devouring every mark, every bite, every bruise he had left behind.

"Ruined, and yet your body still begs for me. Don’t deny it, sweetheart. You’re already opening up for me."

His fingers slid down, pressing against Xion’s stretched hole, slippery and welcoming with his seed. He pushed two fingers inside, spreading him again just to watch his healer squirm.

Xion arched, gasping, his body betraying him even as he tried to turn his head away.

That shy embarrassment had become the Archduke’s most favorite entertainment. And the deadliest poison that seared his veins until it left him feral.

Darius licked along his jaw, biting at the tender skin below his ear. "Hear that? The way your body sings for me? You’ll take me in this bed, Xion. And you’ll scream louder than you did in the spring."

The Archduke’s cock pressed against him, promising no mercy to the used hole.

"Eyes on me," Darius growled, his mouth curling into something dark, almost cruel. "This time, I won’t let you rest at all. Then you won’t have any energy to even think, let alone run."

Xion gasped when one hand slid over his flushed skin, down his heaving chest, pausing to pinch and twist an already swollen nipple.

"Ah—!" a cry broke into the silence, his back arching helplessly.

"Perfect," Darius growled, palming the soft flesh, kneading it as if testing ripeness. "Made to be fucked like this." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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