Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: NSFW

"Xin-ge... I am close mm mm Ah fuck," Xiang Yu gasped, his voice hoarse with need. But Han Xin didn’t slow down, didn’t relent. Instead, he deepened his sucking, his throat relaxing to take Xiang Yu in as far as he could. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their passion, the only accompaniment to their desperate breaths.

When Xiang Yu finally came, his release was explosive, his body arching off the desk as he cried out. Han Xin swallowed greedily, his lips curling into a smirk as he stood, pulling Xiang Yu into another bruising kiss. Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling as Xiang Yu tasted himself on Han Xin’s lips, an intoxicating flavour that only fueled his desire further.

With a rough shove, Han Xin pushed Xiang Yu onto the desk, face down, his belly pressed against the cool, smooth surface. Han Xin’s hand clamped around Xiang Yu’s throat, his grip firm but not tight enough to cause pain. He pulled Xiang Yu back, their lips meeting in a fierce, biting kiss that left no doubt who was in control.

"You are mine," Han Xin whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His breath ghosted over Xiang Yu’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You belong to me, Yu Yu."

Han Xin’s grip on Xiang Yu’s throat tightened just enough to assert his dominance, his other hand roaming down Xiang Yu’s body. He thrust his hips against Xiang Yu’s, their clothes still half-on, the fabric bunching between them as they ground against each other. The scent of sandalwood and plumeria filled the air, mingling with the heat of their bodies and the sweat that began to form on their skin.

Xiang Yu moaned, his body pliant and willing under Han Xin’s touch. He was completely at Han Xin’s mercy, a fact that only heightened the pleasure coursing through him. Han Xin’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against Xiang Yu’s entrance, teasing and promising more.

"Please," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice barely audible. It was a plea, a surrender, and Han Xin revelled in it.

Han Xin’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear. "Begging already, baby?... I will grant you your wish."

His hand moved purposefully now, his fingers sliding between Xiang Yu’s cheeks to find his entrance. He teased the tight ring of muscle, circling it with his fingertip before pressing inside. Xiang Yu gasped, his body arching off the desk as Han Xin’s finger slid in, stretching him open.

"So tight," Han Xin murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "And hot."

He added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare Xiang Yu for what was to come. The room was filled with the sounds of their laboured breathing, the slick wetness of Han Xin’s fingers, and the occasional soft moan from Xiang Yu. The power dynamic was clear. Han Xin was in complete control, and Xiang Yu was helpless to resist the pleasure that overwhelming him.