[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: “You’ve already touched it. Why not touch a bit more, hmm?”

Xion stared into those dark, smoldering eyes, so dangerously close to him that he could even count those silver eyelashes.

A bead of sweat rolled down despite the freezing cold, tracing the curve of his slender neck. Darius’ gaze followed it with the sharp focus of a predator.

Before it disappeared entirely, the Archduke leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Xion’s feverish skin. His tongue swept over the damp trail in a lazy, long lick, sending a jolt of fire through Xion’s veins.

A soft gasp slipped past his trembling lips before the flustered healer could stop it. Heat surged through him, instincts screaming for him to move, to pull away. But he couldn’t.

Not when he was practically sitting on Darius’ lap!

His knees were on either side of the Archduke’s thighs, straddling him, their faces so close that Xion could feel the brush of breath every time Darius exhaled.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh, not even close.

The true horror, the undeniable sin, was his hand — his damn, traitorous hand resting right atop Darius’ hardened arousal.

Xion’s throat went dry, his blue eyes wide with obvious panic.

What was he even thinking before he...

A surge of mortification flooded his face. His cheeks flared crimson as he tried to move his hand away. But Darius moved faster.

His grip closed around Xion’s delicate wrist, while his other hand wrapped around his waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

"Xion..." Darius drawled while taking an audible drag over that raven black hair. His half-lidded eyes brimmed with naked lust as he gently kissed Xion’s temple. "You’ve already touched it. Why not touch a bit more, hmm?"

That made Xion’s fingers twitch involuntarily, accidentally brushing over the searing heat beneath the fabric.

In response, a husky groan rumbled from Darius’ throat, falling against Xion’s pink ears, turning them blazing crimson.

His entire body locked up, his pulse thundering so loudly he could barely hear anything else.

But Darius was persistent. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of Xion’s ear. "You’re not pulling away now..." His low baritone voice was husky and edged with rough need.

"N-No, I didn’t mean t-to..." Xion stammered, but the words fell flat over his trembling lips. His hand was still trapped, pinned against the rigid heat of Darius’.

"Oh?" Darius’ lips tilted into a smirk, and he dipped his head even lower, pressing his lips to the sensitive curve just beneath Xion’s ear. "But you touched me first, Xion. You started it."

His hand wrapped more tightly around Xion’s wrist, moving it unhurriedly against his arousal.

That slight movement earned Xion a sexy groan and a dark chuckle. Before he could process it, Darius’ teeth sank gently into his earlobe, just enough to make him whimper.

"Baby is sensitive here." Darius was shamelessly pleased to find it. And he was going to find some more of those delicious spots.

Flustered, Xion was burning up from the inside out, and he knew, damn it he knew, that it was his fault.

But still! How did this even happen? One moment he was... and now... now his hand was there.

Heat coiled up his arm, and he cursed himself for the thousandth time.