Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: NSFW 4

The room was bathed in a sultry red glow, the dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls like silent spectators. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of sweat and desire.

On the bed, Xiang Yu lay sprawled, his silk gown half-slipped from his body, revealing a muscular frame that glistened with a sheen of sweat. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the shadows playing across his skin in a way that only heightened his raw, alluring presence.

Above him, Han Xin straddled his hips, his sheer dress hiked up to expose the curve of his buttocks. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Han Xin leaned down, his lips pressing hot and hungry against Xiang Yu’s neck. His tongue traced the line of his jaw, slow and deliberate, before sucking at the sensitive skin near his Adam’s apple.

Xiang Yu shuddered, his breath catching in his throat as Han Xin’s movements grew more fervent. The heat between them was palpable, electric as if the air itself was charged with their unspoken hunger.

Han Xin’s arousal was undeniable. His thong strained against his body, damp with precum as he ground against Xiang Yu’s hips, desperate to feel their skin merge. His cock throbbed, thick and heavy, aching to be freed, to claim the man beneath him as his own. Han Xin’s eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

But before he could act, Xiang Yu rolled them over with a sudden, powerful motion, pressing Han Xin into the mattress. The sheer dress bunched between them, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Xiang Yu smirked, his eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and desire as he reached beneath the pillow. With a swift, practised motion, he produced a pair of handcuffs, clicking them around Han Xin’s wrists and pinning them above his head.

Han Xin gasped, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and raw, unfiltered want. "Yu Yu—" he started, but his words were cut off as Xiang Yu leaned in, their lips crashing together in a fierce, dominating kiss. Xiang Yu’s tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him, claiming him, as his free hand roamed Han Xin’s body, mapping every curve and plane.

"Don’t move," Xiang Yu murmured against Han Xin’s lips, his voice thick with command. Han Xin obeyed, his body trembling as Xiang Yu’s hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of his chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples, making him arch and whimper.

With deliberate slowness, Xiang Yu hooked his fingers into the waistband of Han Xin’s thong, pulling it down just enough to free his hardness.

Han Xin’s cock sprang free, flushed and throbbing, the head glistening with precum. Xiang Yu’s gaze darkened with hunger as he took it in, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "So eager," he teased, his voice low and rough.

Without hesitation, Xiang Yu leaned down, his mouth closing eagerly around the tip of Han Xin’s cock. His tongue swirled, teasing, before he slid further down, savouring every inch.

Han Xin arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Xiang Yu’s lips and tongue worked their magic. His chest heaved beneath the relentless attention, his skin flushed and slick with sweat.

Xiang Yu pulled back momentarily, his breath hot against Han Xin’s skin as he kissed and sucked at his chest, marking him as his own. The red light cast a fiery glow over their entwined bodies, the shadows deepening as their desire intensified. Han Xin’s hands strained against the handcuffs, his body trembling with need.

The fabric on Han Xin’s lean frame shimmered faintly in the flickering candlelight, accentuating the vulnerability of his position. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps as he awaited the inevitable.

The air in the room still crackled with the aftermath of their passion, the scent of their pheromones lingering like a promise of more to come. Han Xin’s eyes met Xiang Yu’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was something in Xiang Yu’s gaze, a flicker of something darker, something unpredictable that sent a chill down Han Xin’s spine.

Han Xin’s mouth watered, his desire sharpening at the sight. Xiang Yu’s hesitation was palpable as he positioned himself above Han Xin, his knees bracketing Han Xin’s hips. Han Xin’s cock twitched again, pre-cum glistening at the tip, a silent invitation.

Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as he lowered himself, his omega hole hovering just above Han Xin’s cock. Han Xin’s eyes fluttered closed, his body tense with anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Xiang Yu sank down, his weight settling onto Han Xin’s cock.

The initial entry was tight, almost painful, and Xiang Yu let out a sharp gasp, his body stiffening. Han Xin’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Xiang Yu’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He wanted it so bad but he didn’t want his lover to be in so much pain. He wished he could caress Xiang Yu’s cheek and comfort him but his hands were bound.

But Xiang Yu’s expression quickly softened, his eyes fluttering closed as he adjusted to the intrusion. His walls, hot and tight, gripped Han Xin’s cock like a vice, and Han Xin groaned, his head tilting back against the cold stone. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."

Xiang Yu’s lips parted in a silent moan, his body relaxing as he began to move, his hole sliding up and down Han Xin’s cock. Han Xin’s hands twitched against the handcuffs, his fingers curling as he fought the urge to pull Xiang Yu closer, to bury himself deeper. He was in heaven, every nerve in his body screaming for release, but he restrained himself, savouring the moment.

The sight of Xiang Yu writhing above him was intoxicating. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and parted in ecstasy, his body glistening with sweat as he moved with abandon. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

Han Xin’s gaze trailed down, taking in the way Xiang Yu’s hole swallowed his cock with each thrust, the muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that made Han Xin’s breath hitch.