[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke 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 sothing 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 mont, 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 ti 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 rember 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 skimd over the expanse of his neck, gently kissing every inch. His hands found their way around the thin waist.

The mont Darius hugged Xion into his arms, he exhaled audibly. "Answer 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 soone in Xion’s life who sohow 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 ntioning sothing about the system once. Was it sothing that had the capability to send the sacred angel back to the heavens?

Is this the sa system?

Darius had an impulse to destroy a few more churches.

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

Perhaps this was the reason?

One hand slipped beneath the sheer violet fabric, caressing the flat plane of his stomach, while the other moved higher, resting over Xion’s chest.

The goddess must have seen the bad influence he had on Xion, and maybe she was planning to take Xion away from him.

The rage he had been keeping in his bones boiled over, bubbling through his veins until it collided with the passion simring just beneath the surface.

Together, they exploded into sothing raw and filthy. A violent, aching lust that blurred the lines between love and obsession.

Through the cloth, Darius circled the sensitive nipple. He watched how it perked up, how Xion subconsciously arched forward into his palm, silently begging for more.

"Baby wants more?" Darius whispered darkly, kissing the crook of his neck. "I do too. So... how about we play a little ga?"

"A g-ga?" Xion blinked, long lashes fluttering as Darius’ warm breath tickled his cheek.

A soft kiss landed on the blushing face, so gentle it disard the silly healer even from the last bit of his caution.

"Yeah," Darius murmured, his fingers toying with the tiny jewel nestled in Xion’s navel. "A ga where I do whatever I want to you... and you don’t get to say no. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?"

Xion was still dazed from the softness of the touch. He barely registered the words until a sharp pinch to his nipple made him jolt and gasp.

"O-okay..." he whimpered, breathless.

He could trust Darius with his life.Sure.

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

However, Darius didn’t give him any chance as he spun Xion around.

"Kiss , sweetheart."

Xion did. Standing on his tiptoes, he leaned forward with a blushing face.

This ti, Darius returned it with much more aggression. Delicate jingles echoed as long fingers dug into Xion’s hips, forcing him to open his mouth.

He kissed Xion like a starving man denied food, like a beast reclaiming what was his. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangled.

Every soft moan that escaped those pink lips only fueled the storm.

Oh, Xion tasted just as godly as he looked.

The Archduke would carve his hips against Xion’s, branding himself into that sweet, trembling soul until there was nothing left in that pretty little head but him.

Xion found himself grasping for sothing, but with his hand bound, he could only be pressed against Darius’ chest.

A suppressed moan was swallowed by the hungry mouth again.

Every ti, Darius changed angle to explore deeper, the black-haired young healer’s limbs grew weak.

Until he couldn’t even stand on his own.

Taking pity on the struggling kitten, Darius leaned back slightly.

There was an obscene, silver slick of saliva at the edge of the gasping beauty’s red and swollen lips.

"You look so good like this."

That lewdness looked so damn alluring on gasping Xion that Darius’ lips quirked up into that familiar crazy smirk.