Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Slight NSFW

"I... I don’t want you to force yourself..." Xiang Yu’s voice trailed off, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He was losing control, his body betraying his desire to resist. Han Xin’s pheromones were working their magic, clouding Xiang Yu’s mind with a haze of lust.

Han Xin growled, his restraint slipping away as he succumbed to his primal urges. He wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu, pulling him close in a possessive embrace. His fingers dug into the fabric of Xiang Yu’s shirt, his body radiating heat. Han Xin’s lips brushed against the sensitive gland, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s skin.

Xiang Yu shuddered, his entire body tingling with pleasure. He felt Han Xin’s breath on his neck, the touch of his lips sending sparks of desire coursing through his veins. He was helpless against the onslaught of sensations, his body responding to Han Xin’s every touch.

Han Xin’s eyes burned into Xiang Yu’s reflection, his voice low and husky. "I need you just as much as you need me. We can help each other." Xiang Yu’s mind reeled, his thoughts clouded by the pheromones and the raw desire he felt. He had never experienced such a powerful connection, his body yearning for more.

Unaware of Han Xin’s true intentions, Xiang Yu found himself unable to look away from those piercing eyes. His throat constricted, and he nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing in silent agreement before he whispered, "Okay." .

"Okay, what?" Han Xin’s lips curved into a devilish smirk, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Xiang Yu’s shirt, exposing his smooth chest. Han Xin’s breath was hot against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as Han Xin’s pheromones washed over him, intensifying his arousal. He leaned his head back, his body yielding to Han Xin’s control.

"Your Highness," Han Xin whispered, his voice laced with dominance. "Beg me."

Xiang Yu’s heart raced his body on fire. Without hesitation, he surrendered to the moment. "Xin-ge, please help me," he pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

Han Xin’s smirk widened, his hand gliding over Xiang Yu’s exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He cupped Xiang Yu’s throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from Xiang Yu.

"Did you kiss her?" Han Xin’s voice was low and menacing, his eyes darkening with possessiveness. Xiang Yu shook his head, his lips curving into a seductive smile. "No, I didn’t."

Han Xin’s crotch pressed insistently against Xiang Yu’s firm buttocks, the bulge in his pants leaving no doubt about his desire. Xiang Yu’s breath quickened, and he could feel his own erection straining against his trousers. The sensations were overwhelming, a delicious torment that left him dazed and thirsty for more.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Han Xin pulled Xiang Yu’s silk shirt down, exposing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. The fabric slid smoothly, caressing Xiang Yu’s skin as it fell, revealing the sculpted body beneath. Han Xin spun him around, pressing Xiang Yu against the bathroom vanity, their bodies flush against each other.

Xiang Yu’s heart raced, his adrenaline spiking as he found himself pinned. Han Xin’s eyes, dark and smouldering, held him captive, and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the cool touch of his man’s fingers on his abdomen. Han Xin’s hand travelled up to the back of Xiang Yu’s neck. His touch was gentle yet commanding, and their gazes locked, a silent communication of fiery passion.

"You can let me touch you," Han Xin whispered, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear. "And I will let you touch me. We can help each other." His words were a seductive promise, a proposal that sent a thrill through Xiang Yu’s body.

Xiang Yu, his mind clouded with desire, nodded, his throat dry. "We will help each other," he agreed, his voice hoarse with need. The response struck a chord deep within Han Xin, who was captivated by this alpha male, despite their similar natures.

Han Xin pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, and kissed him with fierce intensity. Their lips clashed, a battle of wills and desire, as their tongues danced in a sensual duel. Xiang Yu’s hands roamed over Han Xin’s back, feeling the contours of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt, while their groins continued to grind against each other, a relentless rhythm that fueled their passion.