Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Wrestling in the morning

Han Xin leaned closer, his breath a tantalizing warmth against Xiang Yu’s skin, mingling with the scent of comfort that seemed to cling to him tightly.

The closer he got, the more a storm of hesitation brewed within Xiang Yu. Should he wake? Should he just let things happen? But before he could make a decision, Han Xin’s lips met his, soft yet insistent.

Liquid heat flowed through Xiang Yu as he found himself swallowing the warm nutrient liquid, but it wasn’t just sustenance. What came next was an unconscious surrender, a hunger he couldn’t resist.

He kissed Han Xin, lips moving against each other with the ease. He unleashed the longing that had been building inside him ever since he came into this world.

Surprise flickered in Han Xin’s eyes, but it quickly shifted to something deeper, primal, as he leaned into the kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of them, bodies melded together, an intricate dance of passion and unsurpressed lust.

The kiss deepened, and for a moment, all thoughts of vulnerability and doubt dissipated into the intoxicating warmth of each other’s presence. Xiang Yu’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest, echoing the riot of emotions in his heart.

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The early morning sun pouring through the windows cast warm stripes across the room, illuminating the figure of Xiang Yu’s languid body on the bedding.

Xiang Yu’s chest was an indulgent canvas of colours. It was like a masterpiece of intimacy adorned with various hickeys. Some were a deep, dark purple, others a soft pink, and still others a fiery red.

They bore testament to the fervour of the past few days. His torso was like a canvas, a living artwork and the one responsible for this was staring at it as though admiring his work.

With a soft caress, Han Xin brushed a finger across the corner of Xiang Yu’s moist lips, his gaze intense and filled with tenderness. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, the warmth between them palpable.

Xiang Yu simply stared back, his eyes shimmering with affection and mischief, and in that moment, he forgot the question entirely, consumed instead by the beauty before him.

"Do you know how many times I have dreamt of waking up beside you like this?" he confessed, words flowing like honey, gentle yet heavy with longing.

Han Xin froze, the moment catching him off guard, his thumb pausing just shy of Xiang Yu’s mouth. A flush crept across his cheeks, and his lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. "Is that why you were pretending to be asleep just now?" he teased, feeling a warmth blossom in his chest.