[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: An Angel Who Fell In Devil’s Arms

With a flick of his wrist, Darius discarded his outer robe like a man unburdening himself of all decency.

As he took another step forward, his dark shirt dropped to the cold marble floor, lying there as abandoned as his barely-there control.

His heavy gaze trailed down Xion’s almost bare body.

That back— so pristine, so pale — looked like something out of a temple painting. The golden chains that draped across it glinted wickedly.

Darius wanted to hold them.

No, he wanted to tear them off, grab the waist beneath, and bend his sweetheart over the nearest surface, tease him until he was sobbing from overstimulation.

Xion looked divine. His baby was so gorgeous, so beautiful that he could doom anyone to their demise with just his single look.

For a moment, Darius didn’t know whether to fall to his knees and worship his angel, or defile him so thoroughly that by the end, Xion would be covered with his cum, ruined and trembling.

Just as an angel should—when fallen into the devil’s arms.

The latter option was much more tempting. And by the time he reached Xion, that darker impulse had already won.

One hand hovered above Xion’s shoulder before finally making contact. His fingertips grazed the delicate curve of the slender neck.

The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a shiver racing down the kitten’s spine.

Tracing a path from the nape down to the edge of the purple silk, Darius hooked the fabric with the pad of his finger.

Then, with a subtle flick, he nudged it downward—just enough for it to slip an inch, baring the smooth slope of round shoulder underneath.

"Where did you get this dress?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Hot breath ghosted over the newly exposed flesh as he leaned in, taking a heavy sniff of that familiar fruity scent that made him intoxicated.

"I don’t remember seeing it before."

One kiss on the shoulder sent Xion’s breath tumbling out of rhythm.

The silence stretched a bit longer as the silly kitten was too flustered to speak, too aware of how each second in Darius’ presence left his knees weaker.

Darius’ lips skimmed over the expanse of his neck, gently kissing every inch. His hands found their way around the thin waist.

The moment Darius hugged Xion into his arms, he exhaled audibly. "Answer me or I will punish you." Then he bit down, right on the tip of his red ear, making it flush impossibly darker.

"I-I got it from a f-friend."

The grip on Xion’s stomach tightened, and so did the force of the teeth as they moved down, just below the ear.

"You have a friend giving you such suggestive clothes, hmm?" I want to kill him, Archduke thought darkly.

A muffled moan slipped from Xion’s throat when Darius’ tongue traced a slow, possessive line up his neck.

Green cloudy eyes had darkened a shade.

There was someone in Xion’s life who somehow managed to give him this erotic dress right under his nose.

He, the master of this castle, couldn’t even catch that person, or rather whatever entity it was.

The Archduke clearly recalled Xion mentioning something about the system once. Was it something that had the capability to send the sacred angel back to the heavens?

Is this the same system?

Darius had an impulse to destroy a few more churches.

Come to think of it, Xion had done the exact same thing, and damn him, but he was so proud of his baby.

He could trust Darius with his life. Sure.

But his body? Ah... he probably should’ve thought that through.

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