Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: NSFW

Xiang Yu’s lips were swollen, throbbing with pain as he tasted the metallic tang of his own blood. He had bitten down hard, in self-inflicted agony. His mind had momentarily cleared as the sharp sting jolted him back to reality. The gaping wound on his leg, oozed dark red liquid. It was a stark contrast to the pristine white porcelain shard he had used to inflict the injury.

In a daze, he released his grip on the shard, his fingers trembling. As he let go, the delicate porcelain cracked further, its sharp edges glistening with his blood. With unsteady steps, Xiang Yu made his way towards the bed, his body protesting with every move. Each step was a battle against the excruciating pain that threatened to consume him.

"Xin-ge," he called out, his voice raspy and weak. The figure on the bed stirred, a soft grunt escaping his lips. Xiang Yu’s heart raced as he collapsed onto the bed, his body landing right beside Han Xin. He reached out, his fingers gently caressing Han Xin’s cheek, the skin surprisingly warm. "Hey, hey babe... What’s wrong?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

Han Xin’s eyes remained closed, but he responded to Xiang Yu’s touch, rubbing his face against his hand like a contented cat. The heat emanating from his body was almost palpable, as if he had been lying in a steamy bath for hours. Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance that seemed to surround Han Xin, a scent that clouded his senses and made his head spin.

As he leaned closer, Xiang Yu’s mind began to blur once more. The desire to possess this man, to claim him, grew with every passing second. He wanted to lose himself in Han Xin’s warmth, to forget the pain and surrender to the madness that beckoned him. But a small voice of reason fought against the encroaching darkness, urging him to resist.

Xiang Yu tried to push himself up, his muscles trembling with the effort. He had to get away, to escape the allure that threatened to consume him. But as he attempted to rise, Han Xin’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened as he found himself pulled down, Han Xin’s grip firm and unyielding.

Han Xin’s lips curved into a seductive smile with a hint of mockery, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, leaving a hint of crimson. "Stay," he breathed, his voice low and raspy. "Don’t go, Xiang Yu."

Xiang Yu’s throat went dry at the sound of his name, spoken in such a sultry tone. "I... I should get help," he managed to say, his voice cracking. He tried to pull his hand away, but Han Xin’s grip tightened, holding him in place.

"No, just you," Han Xin whispered, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s skin.

Xiang Yu’s senses were indeed overwhelmed by the woody fragrance that seemed to intensify with every word Han Xin spoke. It was as if the very air around them was charged with an erotic energy, drawing him deeper into a sensual haze. He felt his resistance crumbling, his body responding to Han Xin’s touch. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}