[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Insatiable Beast (18+)

Xion had no clue how or when it had happened. He found himself on his knees, hands still tied above his head with green tendrils.

The last kiss had left his mouth tingling. A thin sheen of saliva coated the red lips where Darius had licked him, making them look like fresh cherries.

Even when he pressed his face into the pillow, the heat of fierce kisses was still scorching his skin.

A molten wave of heat surged through him as mana slithered deep inside, dissipating just in time to make space for the hardened length pressing insistently against his entrance.

In that moment, the moaning kitten fervently prayed the room was soundproof.

If his voice leaked out, he’d never be able to show his face again!

Darius wasn’t as gentle as he had been before. He moved with urgency, forcing the tip inside, his hands gripping onto the raised hips tightly.

"Mnnh," A breathless moan rumbled in Xion’s throat. "Darius..." Slow down? Move faster?

Xion couldn’t decide on the next words he wanted to say. The need between his legs had left him obeying before his brain could catch it. Like presenting himself on his knees.

The sudden friction had made his back arch, his chest pressing deeper onto the mattress. The soft sheets rubbed on his puffy nipples, forcing tingles to shoot through him.

Ah, screw that. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted Darius to ram into him. He wanted to feel Darius lose his rationality just like him. He wanted to see the great Archduke drown in pleasure because of him.

"Darius," he whined, "I want you inside me."

Darius halted for a second before covering Xion’s back with his own body, his teeth finding the crook of the delicate shoulder. Xion was truly delicious everywhere.

Red bloomed on the white patch.

"Isn’t that so hot, Xion? You inviting me to fuck you?"

Xion didn’t say anything, but his hips moved back, rubbing against Darius’ excited cock. Tears of overstimulation rolled down his eyes, wetting his pillow.

Tingling sparks of electricity rocked his spine as Darius thrust inside, and dare Xion say, he liked it.

The way those big hands roamed over him, the sensation left by those lips wherever they touched, all of it left him swaying like a boat in the sea of pleasure.

A salacious scream echoed in the room.

"Shh," Darius seemed to purr, his tongue licking the red earlobe. "I’ve waited for so long, Xion. I deserved to be a little selfish, right?"

With a smooth push, Darius slid the rest of his cock inside the hot ring. The warmth sucked him from all sides, forcing a groan of satisfaction to tumble in his chest.

It was accompanied by Xion’s loud moans and cries.

The Archduke waited for Xion to get used to his size before rolling his hips.

He had clearly become greedier. His thrusts became more vicious, each one sending Xion against the bedrest only to be yanked right back.

He slammed in hard, rubbing against that delicious burn that had Xion screaming his name aloud before pulling back, slowly rubbing his length over the prostate.

"Aren’t you just perfect for me? As if you are made solely for me." His hand had slid down. His fingers curled over Xion’s cock on the verge of eruption, pinching it. He still hadn’t let Xion release his pent-up desire.

Xion was delirious. Other than the pleasure that crowded his senses, all he knew was to say ’Darius’ like a chant. As if even in his frenzy, he knew only Darius could give him what his body craved.

He could feel the cock inside of him twitch, the sensation almost too much for his quivering body. It was all too obvious how Darius was stretching him with every push and how deep he reached inside his stomach.

His moans had long since turned into broken sobs and whines, yet the cruel devil was still holding him back from reaching the heights of his orgasm.

Darius’ thrusts had gone sloppy by now. There was no rhythm whatsoever to his moves. All he wanted was to fuck Xion senseless and he was doing exactly that.

Xion could feel the way Darius had tugged at his hair, harshly pulling him into a heated kiss. Saliva dripped down his chin and onto the already wet pillow.

Still plundering his mouth of air, Darius groaned. His hips banged into the flushed curve of Xion’s red ass as he buried himself to the hilt.

With a low groan of Xion’s name against those gasping lips, he spilled inside, finally letting Xion fall with him.

Liquid heat pooled inside Xion’s spasming belly as the cock inside him pulsed with the last of its release. His blue eyes rolled back due to the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

Just as the arousal slid out, Xion collapsed onto the bed.

Darius looked down at his baby, wrecked, trembling, too spent to move.

I want to lock him up.

Not in a dungeon — no. In silk, in lace, in magic. I want him gagged, panting, unable to speak unless I let him.

I want his legs spread and bound so wide his thighs tremble for hours.

I want to edge him again until he’s sobbing and doesn’t even know what he’s begging for anymore.

He had lost his control and didn’t listen to Xion’s cries. Ah, no, he did listen. It was just those broken sobs had only aroused him more.

He’s so soft when he cries.