[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Archduke’s Punishment (18+)

Xion glared at the culprit. His teeth were itching to bite this troublemaker who simply lowered his head and...

"Nngh!"

Darius kissed the sharp line of the hipbone. Then went lower still.

Xion’s thighs trembled, lips parting with a small gasp as something wet licked, and then sucked a mark into the sensitive skin of his thigh in a slow, possessive motion.

The Archduke was truly starting over now, taking his time, branding his kitten inch by inch with reverent care as if he had all the time in the world.

Poor Xion had nowhere to run. So, he could only let himself be treated like a canvas for kiss marks.

When his sensitive skin was kissed, a shudder ran through his spine, forcing him to jerk his body.

A warm and moist tongue teasingly moved over the heated skin just enough to make his lover squirm. The archduke’s breath was hot, trailing behind the wet trail of his mouth.

"You’re so frail," he murmured against the skin. "Like something no one but me should touch."

Just as Xion thought that the blow job that had rendered him at Darius’ mercy was going to happen again, the Archduke rose to his knees.

Big hands slid up Xion’s waist pulling him lower.

Darius’ hold tightened and with a forceful pull, he placed those long, slender legs over his shoulders. One on each side.

Xion’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His fingers gripped the bedsheets, body arching helplessly as the movement forced his hips up off the bed entirely.

Darius’ strength made it feel effortless. But to Xion, it felt like submission. He was completely bare in front of his lover, and this new angle made him even more flustered.

A violent shudder ran through his entire body. The warmth had changed its direction. It was deeper now, centered somewhere lower.

His breath caught in his chest as a strange pressure stirred inside him, like something coiled, pulsing was pushing inside him and spreading him wide.

His body tensed all of a sudden. There was no touch on his ass. Not physically. And yet he felt it.

A breathless whine escaped him. His thighs shifted instinctively, trying to close them but how could he do that when Darius was holding onto them?

A bloom of fresh heat sizzled over his skin as the realization hit him.

It was Darius’ mana. It moved like liquid fire inside him, teasing him open, making space where there should’ve been none.

"W-What are you...?" he gasped, voice barely more than a whisper before it turned into a broken rasp.

Then as if on cue the flicks of mana pressed on that sensitive spot inside the ring of muscles with ruthless precision.

"Nngh!" he breathed, his neck arching back from the jolt of pleasure.

Darius’ lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. His green eyes were ablaze with raw lust.

"That?" he drawled, dragging his tongue along a newly forming bruise. "That’s my magic spreading you open."

Xion gasped heavily. "D-Don’t say it like that..."

"You’re so ready," Darius growled, pressing his palm flat against Xion’s lower stomach, where the magic thrummed inside. "Your body’s begging, even if your pretty lips won’t say it."

And then he bit him—there—soft at first, tongue swirling slow circles, tasting his lover’s heat and watching him unravel.

Yes, Xion finally realized it. Darius is indeed punishing him.