[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: A Plan Of Revenge

The emergency crystals worked on a special kind of magic, created to transport a string of words to its counterpart.

The message lingered for only a few fleeting minutes before dissolving into nothingness, but it was enough to save lives during an invasion or to send an urgent scolding, as it seemed today.

Normally, the crystals were used to alert of enemy advancement or critical news from the front lines. This time, it was unmistakably different.

The message was signed off by Ray, but the structured neatness of the words was all Nazia.

If Darius had to simplify the first part, it essentially translated to: Are you out of your mind? Why are you dragging Xion out in this weather, knowing how weak he is?

A flicker of amusement danced across Darius’ eyes as he listened through the neat words. It was almost endearing how his subordinates were on edge for Xion’s well-being and not his own.

Tossing the communication stone back onto the table, Darius stared at his hands, flexing his fingers slightly.

The warm touch of Xion’s body still lingered there, a phantom sensation that made him curl his hands instinctively, almost as if he could capture the feeling and hold it a little longer.

Recalling the earlier kiss, the Archduke licked his lips, still starving for more, or perhaps even hungrier than before.

The way Xion had looked at him — all flushed cheeks and trembling hands, calling his name so obediently... that image was going to live in his mind forever, replaying in perfect clarity every time he closed his eyes.

But there was something else that demanded his attention — something far less patient. The twitching hardness inside his pants. He grimaced slightly, running a hand through his long hair before forcing himself to cool down.

When he returned to the room after dealing with his personal business, Xion was already fast asleep.

The Archduke only hesitated for a brief moment before he peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

As for the second comforter, unnecessary and in the way, it had been tossed to the far end of the room without a second thought.

Beneath the thick comforter, Darius slowly settled in. The lingering warmth from Xion’s side seeped into his skin as he lay there.

With his softened gaze, he traced the gentle rise and fall of Xion’s chest, the soft strands of his hair splayed like ink against the white of the pillow.

The Archduke hesitated only a moment before inching closer, careful not to disturb the peaceful rhythm of Xion’s breathing.

His heart thudded with a strange sort of anticipation, a quiet hope that Xion would do what he always did in his sleep.

And sure enough, he didn’t have to wait long. Sensing the warmth beside him, Xion stirred, brows knitting together before he rolled over instinctively, burrowing directly into his arms.

The sleepy face nuzzled into his chest, and a small hand draped loosely over his side, curling against his ribs.

A tender smile tugged at Darius’ lips. He didn’t waste another second before wrapping his arms around his sweet darling, holding him close.

He breathed in bliss. How nice it was to have Xion in his arms again.

The Archduke leaned down, his lips brushing against Xion’s forehead, then his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally the corners of his lips.

Darius’s mouth barely touched, just the lightest pressure, as if afraid to wake him.

One kiss. Two kisses. Three. He couldn’t help himself — couldn’t stop the gentle peppering of soft, feather-light kisses that trailed down Xion’s jaw and back up to his temple.

It was a sweetness Darius could no longer deny himself. He’d starved for this, ached for it.

A soft frown began to crease Xion’s brows, and Darius paused, his lips hovering just above his forehead.

"Mmm..." Xion murmured in his sleep, his hand flopping lazily up before swatting directly at Darius’s cheek.

The slap was light, more like a gentle tap, but it startled Darius enough that he froze. His eyes blinked wide, and for a split second, he stared at the peacefully sleeping kitten in his arms.

Then, his shoulders began to shake, and a soft laugh tumbled from his lips.

"Oh, you always slap me, Xion," Darius murmured with genuine fondness, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed another kiss to Xion’s hair. "Even after all these years, you still haven’t changed that habit."

Xion merely sighed in his sleep, cuddling closer, oblivious to the low chuckle rumbling against his body.

Look at you, he thought, lips pulling into a soft smile. Even in sleep, you steal my breath. Always so adorable, my darling.

Damn it, Darius thought helplessly, resting his forehead against Xion’s. Be patient, will you? Have some tolerance.

A human who was afraid to lose his darling, a lover who wanted to ram his dick in his baby’s... Stop!