[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Sensitive Kitten

"What were you saying?" Darius murmured, voice dark and edged with a predatory softness. His thumb rubbed along Xion’s bottom lip, savoring the way the healer shivered under his touch.

"You said, ’Don’t grow.’" He tilted his head as if pondering the words, though his fingers never left Xion’s jaw. "But...who was it that made it grow in the first place, hm?"

A flash of crimson bloomed over Xion’s cheeks, and the healer’s lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came out. He looked so utterly stunned, so hopelessly naive, that it made Darius’ blood surge hotter.

Just as Xion was thinking about apologizing again, Darius grabbed his hand and placed it right back at the tent pitched at his lower body.

A shudder ran through Xion’s body, his entire form going rigid. With the heat burning his senses, even his apology got stuck in his throat.

That reaction only spurred Darius on, his hands looping possessively over the tender lower back, pressing their bodies closer.

The friction sent a pulse of molten heat straight through him, and Darius hissed out a breath of pleasure.

But Xion was mortified. He didn’t dare to move even an inch. Only his panicked eyes darted everywhere but Darius.

Seeing no escape in sight, he simply snapped his eyes shut.

See no evil, do no evil... But what to do when he was that evil?

A watery droplet slid down his neck. Xion didn’t notice it, but Darius did.

A drip, so small and insignificant, yet it held his attention with brutal intensity. Because it was on him—his delicate, skittish little healer.

Darius’ body went taut, every muscle coiling with vicious want. A slow smirk curled at the corner of Darius’ lips, his emerald eyes glinting with delight.

Without a shred of hesitation, he leaned in. His tongue swept over the trail in one languid, unhurried lick.

He felt the shiver that ran through Xion, the way his fingertips clenched at his own thighs as if grounding himself.

Xion couldn’t hold back and blinked up at him, flustered and bewildered. His eyes were impossibly wide, those long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

The smirk that tugged at Darius’ lips was wicked and wholly unrepentant. "Sweet," his voice dropped to a gravelly purr. "Sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined."

Xion looked like an incubus. His blue eyes were watery, just a step short of flooding with tears. From his rosy face to his curled toes, any single one of those was enough to seduce Darius not to mention all of them combined.

How could someone be so innocent and so maddeningly tempting at once?

With the way Xion looked as if he had been manhandled by some pervert, Darius had the irresistible urge to make that into reality.

Sensing Xion getting his reasons back, and trying to move his hand away, Darius was quicker to hold that wrist in place.

With a suppressed groan, he leaned in, inhaling the charming scent of him, letting his lips ghost over the healer’s temple in a gentle kiss.

"Xion..." Darius drawled his name slowly. There was a certain dangerous edge to his name which Xion had never heard before.

Like a poisonous wine, so sweet, so mellow, yet so damn intoxicating that even after knowing the consequences, one would still foolishly drink it.

Was it not better to die after drinking such ecstasy than to stay alive and be sober?

He couldn’t help himself. Leaning in, he let his lips brush the shell of Xion’s ear, his voice a throaty murmur. "You’re not pulling away now..." The words dripped with promise—no, with naked warning.