[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke Chapter 281: Rising Heat Of The Early Morning (18 )

It wasn’t the gentle warmth of the morning light that roused Xion from sleep, nor was it the suffocating fervor of the tangled blankets. No, this heat was... focused.

The room was still cloaked in midnight hues, the soft orange lamp casting shadows that danced lazily along the walls.

The strange warmth that stirred in the early hours ca from below.

More specifically... from his belly.

His lashes fluttered, and with barely open eyes, he glanced down to find silver hair sprawling over his bare torso. Ah, it was Darius, resting against his stomach.

No, not rely resting. His lover’s lips were moving against him.

Xion scarcely had ti to catch his breath when he ca to his senses with a jolt. His body was still slow, fogged from sleep and unable to move as he felt the tingling sensation crawling up his spine.

A loud gasp left his parted lips unbidden.

It was then that he felt it. A hand beneath his body, lifting his waist and holding him in place.

His shirt was already gone, discarded who knows when or where. There were fresh marks on his bare torso. How he managed to sleep through it all had actually surprised even him.

"Darius?" his voice cracked, hoarse with confusion and a touch of disbelief.

The Archduke didn’t respond with words. Instead, his teeth grazed just below Xion’s navel, and then bit down. Not cruelly, but with enough force to make him jerk, for his breath to hitch.

A choked sound tumbled from his throat.

"Ah—!"

Darius pulled back just a little, only to admire the reddening mark blooming against the pale skin. His fingers caressed the spot, thumb brushing over it as if trying to morize it.

"You healed everything," he husked in that low sensual voice that had Xion’s senses reel with heat.

"Every single one of my marks is gone, darling. Like I never kissed you... tasted you, held you until you were utterly consud."

His lips moved lower again, tracing the edge of the hipbone. Another bite was added to the path down to the hidden rmaid lines.

"Are you going to erase this one too?"

Xion opened his mouth, but only a shaky breath ca out. He moved, trying to sit up, but that one arm looped around his waist was enough to keep him pinned in place.

"I-I didn’t," the smoldering look in those hungry eyes had Xion panicking. "It’s not like that. I d-didn’t even realize they were gone—" the healer stamred, washed red from his ears down to his chest.

"Oh?" Lips fell to the curve of his side, exactly where the glaring marks of his fingers were imprinted. He had held Xion so tightly that his marks remained, and now that skin lay bare...

"Then I suppose," The kiss was followed by a ruthless bite, forcing Xion’s back to arch beautifully, "I’ll just have to start over."

And now Darius’ fingers hooked beneath the waistband of his pants.

"D-Darius," Xion breathed that na, voice fragile and coated with the hint of crying.

The fragile call made the Archduke pause. He finally lifted his head to gaze at his flushed kitten.

The watery blue eyes were looking at him with obvious begging. His sweetheart’s gorgeous face was pink, the charming color flowing down his delicate body, like a delicious candy tempting him to take a bite all over again.

Xion’s whole body was littered with his marks. He hadn’t spared those lovely nipples either. He simply couldn’t.

Ah fuck, Darius vaguely heard the sound of his sanity growing wings and flying far away. Xion is so, so cute. My darling is so darn adorable. I just want to put it in him already.

Shalessly licking his lips, he recalled the delicious taste of his lover on his tongue. I just want to fuck his brains out until Xion will moan only my na in senseless abandon.

"Good morning, darling." His voice ca out hoarser than before.

The black of the silken sheets had made Xion’s alabaster skin even more eye-catching, not to ntion the alluring rosiness that spread like wildfire.

The Archduke gently tugged the soft fabric down, inch by inch, baring pale, sensitive skin to the cool air and his burning gaze. He moved as if unwrapping sothing sacred. Sothing precious.

Xion didn’t even get the chance to resist as his hips were lifted by the arm still curling around his waist, just enough to help.

It was as if he was willingly raising his lower body so Darius could pull that cloth away. It was so shaful!

But for the Archduke, this sight was straight out of one of his erotic dreams where Xion would shyly ask him to fuck him.

If Xion really did that... The force in his hand increased and the pants fell on so corner of the room joining the pile of clothes heaping like discarded trash.

Then, Darius went completely still.

Feeling such a muted gaze that seed to reflect nothing, not even light, Xion gulped.

"W-What?" he croaked, feeling utterly ashad at his predicant. His hands tried to move but there seed to be an invisible force keeping them pressed beside his face.

Light green mana swirled around his delicate wrists like jade bracelets.

"Nothing, just admiring how..." Darius took an audible breath as if high on so drug, "... gorgeous you look on my bed without clothes."

"Let go, okay?" Xion was pleading. How could he not when the mories of their intimate night didn’t even get the chance to fade?

If it happened all over again, he was sure not to leave his bed for the entire day!

Darius smirked. And that was enough of an answer.

"But you are hard."

Of course, he was! With the ss Darius had made of his body, how could he not be hard?

The stinging pain from his chest and his shoulders had told him enough just how carelessly he had dozed off. But he was tired after making that antidote.

It was inevitable that he would fall into such a deep sleep.