[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: A Vixen Seducing The Righteous Male Lead

"How are you feeling?"

Xion’s head tilted slightly to the side, exposing his pink ear for Darius to feast his eyes upon.

"Alive...t-thanks to you."

Big hands pressed just a little harder, kneading the tension from lean shoulders.

His thumbs circled slowly, and he watched with fascination as Xion’s head lolled back again, exposing the smooth column of his throat, the faint blue of veins tracing beneath pale skin.

Darius swallowed hard, his tongue grazing over the sharp edge of his canines.

Unable to bear the intense gaze any longer, Xion’s raven-black lashes fluttered slowly as he opened his eyes.

Darius’ breath stilled in his chest. Those dark eyes blinked up at him, lips parted just enough to lure him.

Xion’s gaze inched higher. Darius followed the line of it, realizing it had settled on his mouth. Something electric crackled between them like a magnetic pull, drawing them closer.

Suddenly, without warning, Xion’s hand emerged from the water, droplets splattering back into the tub.

With wet fingers, he reached for the back of Darius’ head, threading them through the silver strands.

Before the Archduke could fully process it, Xion pulled him down, closing the distance between them.

Their lips grazed each other, very gently, softly.

Darius instinctively cupped Xion’s face as he deepened the kiss, drinking in the taste of him.

Xion broke the connection first, though barely. With his lips still brushing Darius’, he murmured in a cracked voice, "Thank you."

For everything. For wanting me... waiting for me... finding me again.

There were so many words he wanted to say, wanted to pour them out, but they got trapped in his throat.

Only a shuddering gasp escaped him, flapping on his lips.

A hand had slid from his shoulder and slipped below the water. Long fingers skimmed along his chest, finding the hard bud of his nipple and brushing over it with an intentional touch.

Xion’s dark eyes went wide as deft fingers teased the sensitive red bead, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"D-Darius..." Xion stammered, voice quivering.

Darius didn’t stop. His other hand slid to the front of Xion’s neck, holding him firmly in place.

Feeling the small knot bobble under his touch, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Then without another word, he captured Xion’s lips in a deeper, more possessive kiss.

He pinched the tender red bead with more strength, forcing Xion’s back to arch.

Just as those lips parted to moan or perhaps to stop him, his tongue deftly slipped inside the warm cavern, exploring with a hunger that left Xion gasping against him.

"Mmm!" A moan of protest didn’t manage to slip past Darius’ mouth.

Xion’s knees were now pressing to his chest, his fingers held onto Darius’ wrist and yet that mischievous hand didn’t let go of his chest.

The Archduke could feel the pulse roaring beneath his fingertips. His hold on the fragile neck tightened slightly, and so did his tugging on those red beads, this time on the other neglected one.

The opposite angle made the kiss even more frenzied. His mouth ravaged Xion’s, tongues tangling and breath mingling until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

A thin sliver of saliva traced down the corner of Xion’s lips. After a desperate push and a broken whimper, the Archduke relented, finally granting Xion a breath of air.

Darius’ hands continued to drag along Xion’s heaving chest, fingertips grazing the flushed skin, reddened from his earlier playing.

It forced Xion to inhale another shaky breath. "D-Darius, please, don’t..."

Those fingers faltered for a single breath before dragging over the collarbones. The way the green in those eyes had turned a shade darker, it was as if the Archduke was studying something extremely important.

His gaze moved to the pale cheeks finally rosy enough to make Xion look alive and then settled on those blue eyes.

Watery, filled with dependence and the hint of fear.

Darius smiled slowly, "Don’t seduce me, my sweet." Or I might just... burn us both.

The only problem was the deep collar. With his shy face, coupled with this kind of clothing, he really looked like a vixen about to seduce the righteous male lead before getting thrown on the cold ground and brutally dealt with.

[Not only will you be thrown on the bed, but you will also be thoroughly, brutally dealt with. Exactly like a vixen. Do you need medicine in advance?]

It is all because of the nonsense the system had spewed into my brain!