Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542: NSFW ONE

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips curling in a way that made Han Xin’s heart race. "That information," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "will cost you more."

Han Xin’s lips parted slightly, his breath ghosting over Xiang Yu’s skin as he leaned in. The scent of him was overwhelming, an intoxicating blend that clouded Han Xin’s thoughts and sharpened his senses all at once. Without a word, he pressed his mouth to Xiang Yu’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

A soft hiss escaped Xiang Yu’s lips, his hand instinctively tangling in Han Xin’s hair, guiding him closer. Han Xin’s tongue traced the line of Xiang Yu’s jaw, slow and deliberate, savouring his taste of him. His lips moved downward, sucking and nibbling at the hollow of Xiang Yu’s collarbone, leaving faint marks in their wake.

Xiang Yu’s fingers tightened in Han Xin’s hair, his head tilting back slightly as a low moan escaped his throat. The sound sent a jolt of heat through Han Xin, fueling his desire further. He continued his exploration, his tongue swirling patterns on Xiang Yu’s skin, his lips leaving wet trails that glistened in the dim light of the office.

When he reached Xiang Yu’s nipple, he paused, his breath ghosting over the tight peak before closing his lips around it. Xiang Yu’s chest hitched, his fingers digging deeper into Han Xin’s hair as he groaned softly.

Han Xin sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub while his other hand reached up to pinch and twist the other nipple. Xiang Yu’s body arched slightly, his hips instinctively grinding against Han Xin’s thigh.

The friction was subtle but undeniable, a silent plea for more. Han Xin smirked against Xiang Yu’s skin, his fingers teasing and tugging, his mouth relentless in its attention. Xiang Yu’s breath came in short gasps, his body trembling under Han Xin’s touch.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice thick with need. His fingers slipped from Han Xin’s hair to cup his chin, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to," Xiang Yu said, his tone gentle but firm.

Han Xin’s gaze flickered, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of Xiang Yu’s hand. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees, his hands resting lightly on Xiang Yu’s hips.

The movement was fluid, almost reverent, as if Han Xin was surrendering to something greater than himself. Xiang Yu’s breath caught, his fingers tightening around Han Xin’s jaw once more.

Han Xin’s lips trailed downward, kissing and biting at Xiang Yu’s skin as he went. His tongue flicked over the ridges of his abs, his hands roaming lower, mapping the contours of Xiang Yu’s body. Xiang Yu’s fingers returned to Han Xin’s hair, stroking it gently as he watched him with a mixture of awe and desire.

There was something almost worshipful in Han Xin’s movements, as if he was savoring every inch of Xiang Yu’s body, committing it to memory.

The air between them was charged, heavy with anticipation and unspoken desire. Xiang Yu’s fingers tightened in Han Xin’s hair once more, his body trembling as he waited for what came next. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}